Speed Is King

396 Poor Boring Demon

But joke or no joke, the fate of his Empire lay in the power of his… Daddy titties insults.

And so he directed all of his Primal Level intellect to create the most crushing daddy titties insult ever created in the history of the universe.

Thankfully the bar was pretty low to overcome.

Not many actually bothered to talk about daddy's titties. He was probably the first and only notable person to do that.

"YOUR DADDY'S TITTIES!!" Primal Jerle roared with all of his strength as he began his inglorious attack.

"ARE SO HUGE THAT ALL THE OTHER MALE DEMONS GET HORNY LOOKING AT HIS CLEAVAGE!!" Primal Jerle's voice thundered across the entire universe despite the fact that there was no air to transmit sound waves.

Primal Jerle had used vocal techniques that transmitted themselves via energy waves to ensure prompt and unobstructed delivery.

Thankfully the advantage of such a technique was that he could direct his energy towards a specific target and thus the rest of his subjects could not hear his daddy titties insult. If not, he would definitely step down as King as soon as the battle was over.This chapter is updated by ɴovelFɪre.net

"Good start! But more!" Saint Dul'Akharat shouted at Primal Jerle even as he started a furious exchange with the enraged demon.

"STOP TALKING ABOUT MY EXALTED FATHER'S TITTIES!!" The boring demon Primal roared mightily as he blocked a massive overhead swing from Saint Dul'Akharat.

"His titties are so huge and so popular! That the mailman had an affair with him!!" Primal Jerle shouted.

"In fact, I saw them both li… li…" Primal Jerle stuttered slightly as he struggled to say the word.

"Stop! Don't say it!!" Saint Dul'Akharat roared as he fought down his goosebumps.

But it was too late. The can of worms was already smashed, and the most disgusting worms started to come out.

"AHH!! HOW DID YOU KNOW THEY LIKED TO LICK EACH OTHER'S TITTIES!!" The demon shrieked with incredible fury.

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?? DID YOU FIND OUT THAT I LIKE TO DO THAT TOO??"

"Damn it! Jerle! You and your daddy's tits!! Look at what you've done!" Saint Dul"Akharat bellowed loudly with indignant and righteous anger.

"Kill him! Kill him quick before he talks about worse things!!" Primal Jerle shouted desperately.

But it was impossible to physically defeat a powerful Shadow Primal so quickly, even if it was Saint Dul'Akharat and his immense strength.

A full minute still passed before Saint Dul'Akharat was able to slay the boring Demon.

But by that time…

Saint Dul'Akharat and Primal Jerle were pale and shaken to their very core.

They had heard the most disgusting confession they could ever imagine in that one very long minute.

Till his dying breath, the demon did not stop talking about his daddy's… nevermind.

"Let's kill the Shadow Army and get the hell out of here." Primal Jerle said hoarsely.

"Yes. Let's do that." Saint Dul'Akharat croaked weakly.

His whole mind felt like it had jumped into the filthiest well filled with filthy, sticky stuff.

He needed a red, hot, fiery and dangerous battle to wash his soul clean! What a disgusting demon!!

He grasped the strings of fate belonging to the millions of Shadow Realm spaceships, and gave them a massive tug

Ripppp!!!

All of them broke easily.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

All of them exploded as soon as their string of fate was severed.

It was extremely easy for top fighters to kill low level fighters. It was almost unfair how easily they did it.

But that was why the top level fights were so important. Victory or defeat lay in their hands.

And that was that.

After cleaning up the East, Saint Dul'Akharat and Primal Jerle appeared at the North.

There, Saint Dul'Akharat's clone and yet another demon were having a massive fight.

All things considered, they were roughly equal in strength, and the fight was quickly resolved with the addition of Saint Dul'Akharat's real body.

Saint Dul'Akharat sent his clone to help the South while he went to the West with Primal Jerle.

As soon as they arrived at the Western battlefield, their hearts sank.

The Shadow Primal there had just delivered the killing blow on Saint Dul'Akharat's clone.

Slash!! Slash!! Slash!! Slash!!

Four hyper fast slashes cut up the poor clone into pieces.

The Western Shadow Primal was hiding its strength. It was actually the strongest out of the four Shadow Primals!!

All around them, Linhasan spaceships were completely destroyed and the Shadow Realm spaceships had entered and dispersed.

"Go after them and clean them up." Saint Dul'Akharat said seriously.

Primal Jerle instantly blinked away without a word.

Cleaning up the ships would be an easy but tedious task considering that they had dispersed into so many different directions. Even if he spent a second each on them, he would still need thousands of seconds to clean them up.

By then, thousands of planets on his Western Region would be destroyed.

Primal Jerle had no time to spare.

"The original body. Good. Come and die." The Western Shadow Primal said very simply.

It was a slim beast of sorts, shaped very similarly to a nine-tailed fox. Its fur was a beautiful white. But instead of nine tails, it probably had nine thousand. And instead of a beautiful foxy body and head, it was more like a ferocious and ugly pitbull. With nine heads.

It was a fearsome combination of the Nine-tailed Fox and three Cerberuses.

"Great. The quiet and competent kind." Saint Dul'Akharat grumbled to himself.

He gripped his greatsword firmly in his right hand, and raised his left hand to point at the beast.

"Burn." He said softly.

The full might of a Saint's fire elemental spell condensed in an instant and exploded on the Shadow Primal.

BOOOM!!!!

But as soon as the explosion rang out, the fiery flames that his fire elemental energy had created disappeared!

"Freeze." Came the beast's solemn voice.

Crack!!

Ferociously aggressive layers of sharp ice energy appeared around Saint Dul'Akharat and locked him down in place!