Custom Made Demon King
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Chapter 459: Too Rash

What Sareth said was what Roy wanted to say.

Due to the millions of years of hostility between flame demons and frost demons, Roy did not want to explain anything to Berial at all. As long as he beat this guy to the ground, everything would be fine.

Roy stretched out his hand to summon Frostmourne, pointed the tip at Berial, and raised his chin. “Come. Although the head of a demon lord is a great battle achievement, you’re still useful to me, so I promise I won’t kill you for the time being!”

“Arrogant bastard!” Berial roared, and his two front hooves suddenly raised high and stomped on the ground.

The ground trembled violently, and fierce flames spread out in all directions from Berial, igniting the area around him. In the raging flames, Berial’s body swelled again and entered the True Name Liberation state. Then he spread his flame wings and accelerated into the air. Holding the giant flame sword in his right hand, he stabbed at Roy with the incomparably hot sword tip.

A burst of red light erupted from the Red Dragon Emperor’s Gauntlet on Roy’s arm. He held Frostmourne and faced Berial’s sword. With a clang, the tips of their swords collided.

Boom!! A powerful, destructive shock wave instantly spread out, and countless rubble flew out. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding ground was blown away by the shock wave and sunk nearly half a meter.

Compared to Berial’s nearly ten-meter-long broadsword, Roy’s Frostmourne looked tiny, but the tip of Frostmourne easily blocked Berial’s flame sword. Berial gritted his teeth and roared, but he could not take another step forward.

Berial wanted to transmit his powerful flame power on the flame sword over, but at the tip of the sword, an even more ferocious cold aura restrained it. Roy’s entire body was full of endless cold aura, and black snowflakes constantly appeared and turned into black mist around him, looking exceptionally strange.

On one side was wild heat, and on the other side was extreme cold, causing an enormous tornado to appear on the battlefield where Roy and Berial were. This tornado was huge, and it was becoming even larger because of the continuous output of their magic power. Soon, this tornado connected to the clouds high in the Demon World, forming a powerful meteorological disaster.

Under these circumstances, no one dared to come close to watch the battle. Roy’s group and the Sparda family quickly evacuated. The centipede lord, Madama Styx, and the other demon lords also retreated far away as they looked in surprise at the two fighting.

The stalemate only lasted for dozens of seconds. Soon, everyone found that Roy’s magic power was gradually overwhelming Berial’s.

The cold, black aura on Frostmourne was slowly spreading toward Berial’s flame sword. The red, scorching hot tip of the flame sword gradually turned black. As the cold aura spread faster and faster, the flames burning on Berial’s sword extinguished. Finally, under Berial’s horrified eyes, his mighty flame sword actually emitted cracking sounds and then shattered into countless fragments!

Under the effect of extreme thermal expansion and contraction, this sword became so fragile. It seemed like it was not made of good materials…

The weapon broke, and Berial quickly threw down the remaining hilt. Then he retrieved his soul fragment from the sword and swallowed it. He looked anxious, as though he was afraid that Roy would snatch it away if he were a step too late. But Roy had no interest in the soul fragment in the weapon. After shattering Berial’s sword, Roy’s three pairs of demon wings suddenly flapped, and he charged toward Berial’s giant head like a cannonball.

Roy put Frostmourne away. Then he clenched his right fist and punched Berial’s cheek.

Pfft! Berial’s entire head was knocked crooked, and a mouthful of blazing magma spewed out of his mouth along with two demon fangs that were dozens of centimeters long. However, the punch did not end here. Successive bursts from Roy’s punch continuously erupted, sending Berial’s head and entire body flying into the air and unceasingly bouncing backward.

Under the Thirty-hit Nail Punch, Berial was fortunate enough to taste the treatment that Mundus had enjoyed earlier. After the final fist strength dissipated, Berial was lying down. His large flame head had been twisted more than ten times on his neck, almost turning into a fried dough twist. Not only was his neck broken, but all of his teeth were gone as well. As he lay on the ground, the magma saliva flowing out of the corner of his mouth was mixed with a large amount of purple blood, causing him to look miserable.

Of course, this injury was not enough to kill Berial. The immortal body of a demon lord was not for show. Berial’s demon heart was still beating vigorously. After lying on the ground for a while, he slowly stood up. The muscles on his neck began to squirm, and he slowly twisted his head back.

After his teeth grew back, Berial let out a hoarse roar of anger. He had survived for thousands of years and became a demon lord, but he had never been beaten so miserably by an enemy with a single punch. Now that his weapon was gone, he naturally could not rush forward and fight in melee again. So while roaring, his mouth full of sparks shot a gigantic fire pillar at Roy!

The spewed flames turned from scarlet red to blazing white. Under the high temperature of more than ten thousand degrees, the ground that the fire pillar passed over melted into magma, forming a straight magma gully. The speed of the flames was so fast that it did not give Roy any time to dodge and directly enveloped him.

This terrifying fire wave lasted for a full minute before slowly disappearing, and the ground around the battlefield was still emitting scorching smoke.

“Hahaha!” Looking at the charred body standing in the field, Berial laughed wildly. “Let’s see if you die now!”

However, before he finished speaking, he heard Roy’s voice. “Of course, I’m not dead. These trivial flames can’t kill me!”

Cracking sounds came. Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the charred body, and strands of blue flames rushed out from the cracks. After all the charred matter fell off, Roy, wrapped in his demon wings, slowly spread them. A layer of blazing blue flames was enveloping the surface of his body as he appeared in front of Berial.

What was burning on his body was naturally the flowing brightness flames. Although the flowing brightness flames did not have a high temperature and were not flames used for attacking, it had the ability to protect against other flame powers. It was precisely the blazing flowing brightness flames that had isolated the high temperature of Berial’s flames and greatly reduced the damage of the flames.

At this moment, flickering blue flames covered Roy’s entire body. As he walked step by step, his body began to swell. Roy, who entered the True Name Liberation state, was like a demon god born in the dark blue flames!

The strength of Inferno Overlord Berial was actually quite good. But under the covetous gazes of the other demon lords, it was suitable for Roy to make an example of him to deter the others!

Thus, Roy had not hesitated to enter the True Name Liberation state and planned to get rid of Berial as soon as possible!

Roy crossed his arms in front of his forehead. With this action, the blue flowing brightness flames burning all over his body quickly transformed into black lightning arcs that sizzled all around his body. The powerful electric field had an immense magnetic field effect and actually caused some of the rocks containing iron ore to float up. Then he suddenly opened his arms and shot out a thick bolt of black lightning from his mouth!

The black lightning was so fast that it flew away from the electric field at a speed close to light. Before Berial could even react, the lightning hit his right eye!

There was no pain to speak of. Berial only felt the vision of his right eye instantly turn black because his eyeball instantly evaporated under the lightning condensed with ultra-high energy. Not only did this lightning evaporate his eyeball, but it also instantly pierced through his head and drilled out from the back. A scorched hole appeared in his head.

Boom! Berial crashed down. His head was shot through, and most of his brain had evaporated. It would be strange if he did not fall from such a serious injury…

However, the cockroach-like life force of a demon lord prevented him from dying. The flames all over his body gathered at the hole in his head, and under the flames, the scorched hole began to repair bit by bit.

Roy slowly walked over and came to the front of Berial. He bent down and grabbed one of Berial’s demon horns with his right hand. He exerted strength and broke off this large demon horn with a crack.

Holding this nearly one-meter-long demon horn, Roy casually tossed it in his hand while looking down at Berial. “I’ll take this horn as a trophy. Do you have a problem with it?”

“No… No problem…” Berial, who was lying on the ground and panting heavily, replied weakly, “It is my honor… Your Majesty Osiris!”

Seeing that Berial was convinced, Roy turned around and looked at Madama Styx, the centipede lord, and the others. “Then what about you? Do you want to come one by one, or do you want to come together?”

The centipede lord floating in the sky twisted his colossal body that was a few kilometers long. He looked eager to try and seemed a little unconvinced. But the faces of Madama Styx and the other demon lords changed constantly with uncertain expressions.

They had thought that with Berial’s strength, he should have fought Osiris for hundreds of rounds, but they did not expect him to kneel so quickly.

Demon Lord Osiris’s combat strength seemed overwhelming…

Too rash… It seems that he defeated Mundus not by relying on Sparda but by being at least as strong as him. Can we really win against such a demon lord?