Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Chapter 212  The Undefeated Commander King

Ryou, Kaiser and Absalom stood bewildered. To be exact, Ryou and Kaiser were the bewildered ones, Absalom was struck surprise by the world in it's entirety.

'Where in the world is this? Which plane of existence. How come I have never heard of the presence of such a place.'

Absalom was quite vast in the knowledge of the universe, he had several scholars from Felfhiem, fiends and demons who have roamed different worlds. And so he knew of the existence of planes and that in each plane is a universe of worlds, each native to different kind of beings, some transcendental and incomprehensible.

He didn't know much about archons but he could feel the disgusting aura as described by one of his tutor.

'When you see them, they disgust you, they are pure and holy, so much that it reeks and makes you want to puke.'

Just like Danzo had said that time, he was feeling the exact same thing from one of this being. And it was very clear.

"A celestial" He muttered beneath his breathe.

"Hey Absalom, I presume that this is not some coincidence… what I last recall is us trying to find out what happened with hunter Raven and before I know it, we are in a ruined place standing at the feet of two colossal being, one with a volcano body."

Ryou's description was deep and detailed.

Kaiser also looked at Absalom, right now he was the one among the three of them with the most explanation of what was going on.

"…--

Just as he was about to give them an answer, a deafening roar soared across the sky, shaking the winds and causing tremors on the broken ground. It was not the sound that was the fearsome of it but the enormous size that filled the whole sky, casting a large shadow over the grounds.

'Is it me or did Noir grow bigger'

Raith was shocked but wasn't sure, thinking it could probably be his mind, he faced his front and focus on what he was about to enjoy, the thought of it caused a wide smile to spread across his lips, it was quite a nefarious smile.

"Noir"

With a mighty roar, Noir unleashed a breath of ice so chilling and fierce that the very air seemed to crystallize in its wake.

The torrent of frozen breath cascaded down upon the demon king Balam, encasing his molten magma body in an ethereal sheen of frost. The once-roaring inferno of the titan's essence now stood still, frozen.

In an instance, Balam could not move again and the entire place was chilly.

Hallan Lamar's face turned grim, he who was watching and enjoying from afar was quickly met with annoyance as he questioned who would dare.

He did recognize the wyvern from Raith as he had seen it once and all he thought of it was, 'perhaps it was acting on its own and was in a frenzy since its master had died.

Hallan's eyes were not sharp enough to see that the dead now lives again, until later.

The ice of a wyvern was not enough to hold a strong being such as Balam.

The frost all over his body began to crack and exude more smoke, he was increasing the heat and he was defreezing the ice from within, he didn't even need to put in any effort, it was something he could easily.

The ice dripped down his body like showers of water.

"Who do you dare to be?"

Balam's features twisted into a visage of profound disgust as he posed the question, his voice laced with contemptuous venom.

"Your destruction."

Noir responded with an intimidating voice and a chilly breathe exuding from him. He was not surprised that Balam could break free of his frost. In fact, it was to he expected.

"I see, I see, you are a mere insect before I, the demon king Balam, you are an insignificant being, a fleeting nuisance that poses a threat to my conquest. Fly away like dust."

Balam with his last world, flung his hand nonchalantly as though he wanted to beat the hair.

The movement was so swift that it defied all common sense, considering the fact that Balam was so big, it is not a farce to say that his speed was supposed to be a bit lacking. But this speed was something else.

Noir didn't see it coming– the next minute he was already helplessly somersaulting through the sky.

But Raith on the other hand—

Balam frowned. His eyes was fixated on the hand he just flung now, he didn't retract it because what had happened was annoyingly surprising. Balam hated to show surprises so there was no way he would express his impression, so as to not let his opponent think better of themselves. In a way, it was just him being childish.

"Hi..." Raith waved his hand with a smile, he was standing right above the burning hand of the demon king.

Balam had a very high body temperature, high enough to be constantly burning like a volcano, just like how it made no sense for a human to stand on a raging volcano and still be fine, that was how it made no sense for Raith to be standing on Balam's hand and be fine, now this is even leaving out the fact that Raith had displayed and extraordinary speed when he landed on Balam the last moment before Noir was flung away.

"I am yet to meet a human of your caliber. Tell me human, what are you from?" Balam asked.

A demon king was plainly paying attention to him. Raith was enjoying this, Volmak made it so clear that this subrace of fiends are so proud that they would never glance twice at anyone. Yet here was one of them, asking of his name.

Raith chuckled.

"What will that change though?" Raith put to him after laughing.

King Balam has never asked a question and not been offered an answer, neither had he ever thought there would be a human that will be so rude to him, a demon lord for that matter.

A deepening frown etched across Balam's face, his disdain transforming into an even more profound expression of disgust.

His voice rumbled like an earthquake, resonating with a malevolent fury as he spoke.

"Scum human," his words seethe with an icy contempt. "I, King Balam, deign to bestow upon you the twisted honor of knowing your pitiful name. And yet, you have the audacity to stand before me, a mere prick"

"Ouch," Raith was sting by his majestic abuse but nothing was still going to change. Hell in no way he is telling his name to a demon.

He swung out his hand, materializing his black sword.

"Why don't you let us find out which one of us is a prick."

King Balam's frown worsened. He flung away his hand but Raith had already leaped into the air. With a spin, he raised down multiple sword strikes with a swirl.

Wham Wham Wham wham

The sword arcs darted at the demon king from all angles but were deflected like the wind.

Raith slowly landed on Noir, who had recovered and was already serving as a floating stool for Raith.

"Uh?"

This was when it hit Hallan Lamar that someone was standing on the wyvern, someone who had shot several arc slashes at the demon king.

Balam still couldn't figure out what was going on, he was doubting his eyes. In the first place, he couldn't see that far even though he was a demon– it wasn't like he was the best of demons, his physical abilities may seem incredible but compared to even the least of greater demons, Hallan Lamar was nothing but a complete loser, he didn't have all the amazing abilities that demons would normally have.

He glared in disdain, he didn't want to believe what he was suspecting.

'It can't be him.'

He convinced himself but the next attack struck him again.

With a finger flickering, King Balam had dispelled a large torrent of flames that consumed the path before him, in fact chopping off a side of the archon.

Yet Raith was fine, he was standing on his wyvern with burning clothes and his body intact.

—even the archon's body could not withstand such tremendous effects, a part of its right hand had completely melted away and Raith was very much okay.

'...Wahhh this is really interesting." Raith grinned.

[Due to the UNDEFEATED COMMANDER KING BODY CONSTITUTION you have resisted the flames of despair]

"Amazing, really amazing." Raith muttered, he didn't think much of the body constitution but jie he was beginning to consider investing in it.

'I guess it had a level of something...'

That meant the body constitution could even get stronger than this.

Amusement and curiosity spun round Raith's head. To be able to battle with a greater demon was something he never fathomed when Volmak told stories about them but right now there was even prospect of him being stronger than that.

'Who the hell is this undefeated commander king?'

Raith briefly wondered, for the body constitution to be this incredible, just who is the undefeated commander king.