The Author's POV

Chapter 630

I was in a real dilemma at the moment.

Azeroth's rank was approximately rank. It was an impressive rank, but for me, who was one rank ahead of him, his pressure wasn't anything that made me feel 'threatened'.

With all my skills and sword art, he couldn't kill me unless I let him hit me.

Not only that, but my current goal was to make it appear as if the battle had been hard fought.

That meant figuring out how to keep my strength in check while also displaying something good enough for the other demons to believe that getting rid of me now, rather than later, was the best option.

"How should I do this? ...Should I just let him hit me first and then attack, or should I just pretend to get hurt?"

Unknowingly, I began to blurt out my thoughts. Azeroth's glare made me notice this as his figure vanished and reappeared in front of me.

Unlike some of the opponents that I faced in the past, he wasn't one to talk much as he directly attacked after hearing my provocative words.

He was so quick that it appeared as if he had teleported to me.

Clang—!

I easily parried his blow by extending my sword to the right, where it collided with his sharp claws and produced a deafening metallic ring that reverberated through the air.

"Uek!"

I let out a loud 'groan' and moved back a couple of steps in the air.

"Pretend to be hurt? With this strength? "

Azeroth's furious voice reverberated throughout the air, and his figure vanished once more. The next instant, he was standing right next to me again.

"Pathetic!"

Swooosh—!

As his claws came hurtling toward my face, I felt a wind that was both chilly and acerbic blow past me.

In that split second, I saw a few strands of my hair softly fly in front of my vision, and at the same time, I felt a sharp sting on the area directly below my right eye.

Azeroth's figure materialized not long after.

"You dodged that?"

He asked in a tone that suggested he was somewhat surprised. In the meantime, I reached up to touch my face and felt a wet sensation on my palm.

'Blood...'

His last attack had caused me to bleed.

'This is much harder than I thought.'

Not engaging in conflict with him, but rather making the fight seem closer than it actually was. I would have been in a bit of trouble if the chip hadn't told me where to move in order to get grazed.

'He's coming again.'

I felt a sudden surge of demonic energy coming from opposite me. Without a doubt, Azeroth was pissed.

Once more, his form vanished and then reappeared in front of my very eyes. This time around, he was moving even more quickly than he had in the past. It wasn't just by a little bit; rather, it was by a quite significant margin.

'Right eye.'

the precise instant that he vanished from view, I cocked my head to the left. His

'How?' but I never gave him

Booom—!

his body was propelled backward at high speeds,

"Huek!"

out a painful groan. Shortly after that, pointing my finger in his direction, four more rings formed. All four pressing down on

my hand, and his body collided with the

Booom—!

massive crater formed beneath

"Haaa....Haaa..."

make it look as though I was having a tough time. What better

paid more

to only learn to use the chip in the past

the chip inside my head that I was able to accomplish all

eyes were looking, the path that his body was shifting toward, and the hand that he was

It was a lifesaver.

'Let's finish this.'

that the other three Marquis-ranked demons were fighting against Silug and the other orcen

body began to

a halt in front of Azeroth, who was being restrained by more than

'Will twenty rings do?'

pressed my hand down in the

shaking came to

"Khhh..."

struggled with all his might to break free from the hold, but it was a futile

after using the second effect of [Ring of Vindication], gravity

a couple of rings on his body, but with over twenty-five rings on his body, it was

"You!...You!...You!"

out of the restraints, Azeroth glared at

Silug and Omgolug were, and there I saw them working together to stop

at this moment that I realized that I

a little and whispered

not been for you, I

hand down, and the ground beneath me cracked. Azeroth's

Azeroth died, and the surroundings came to a

SHIIIING.

from my waist, unconcerned about the reactions of those around me. Then, pressing my foot against the ground, I propelled my body forward and began

'...This much should do."

***

battlefield from a

that stood at the far end of the room as an eerie and menacing stillness

was fairly obvious that the war had come to an end, with the orcs emerging victorious as a

figure with black hair and

was like a god of death, stomping and slaying all the demons that were in his immediate vicinity. His face was quite pale, which was a clear indication

that human's

was broken by a demon. Almost immediately, he began to point the finger of blame

was only a small portion of the real army they had, the demons that were

been for him, Azeroth and the

yeah, it's all

join in, we would've been able

the discussion, the room, which had

Tap.

could be heard reverberating throughout the entire hall. Immediately after that, a terrifying energy started spreading

"Prepare yourselves for battle."

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