Chapter 537: The Second Art Of Niravana

Chapter 537: The Second Art Of Niravana

Chapter 537: The Second Art Of Niravana

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What followed was the sound of space getting roughly ripped apart as the sword appeared before Hades who didn’t even move at all, as the sword passed through him as if he didn’t exist before continuing towards the giant who immediately had its head severed into two parts, each hanging loosely over his head...

And in the next instant, the void where he was in suddenly cracked apart like glass as Zeras looked around him and saw himself arrived in another place....

An area with burning dark flames, and with the burnt corpses of various creatures kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed and hands raised in front of them as if worshipping something.

And when he looked at where they all were worshipping, he saw a ginormous devil sitting on a throne.

The figure, though in a sitting position, could be estimated to be around 400 meters tall.

Its pitch-black body, like charred flesh, was covered all over with crimson red runic lines, which glowed with a mysterious ancient aura.

Four bestial arms jutted out from its body, with its large sharp claws, reaching half the size of Zeras’ entire body dangling on the throne’s rest.

A single large horn brimming with extremely powerful crimson light could be seen, while its maw was currently opened, revealing sharp rows of jagged teeth, and an unending line that reached directly to the figure’s bat-like ears...

Its eyes were hollow, the only sign of eyes being the dark flames that flickered in and out of existence, brimming with a maddening murderous aura which was currently at bay...

And with an empty expression, which seemed to be looking down on Zeras, with the entirety of his existence, it sat down, like an absolute king over its hellish domain...

[Never thought I’d meet a lesser one of my own once more...] The system said, but Zeras paid not a single bit of attention to the words, as his eyes fiercely clashed with the hollow eyes of the skeleton.

Both suddenly took a single step forward, cracking the earth beneath them as Zeras took a single step forward and threw out a punch while the devil also took a single step forward and pierced down with its spear!

Spear and fist moved closer towards each other with devastating momentum, yet at the last second, the spear suddenly wrapped around Zeras’ arm, weaving away from the path of his punch before...

CRAAAAAACK!

PUUUUUUUCHI!

The sound of the bone suddenly breaking and the skin getting pierced rang out as Zeras felt his rib crushed into pieces and the spear violently tore into his body reaching his heart a split second later, and tearing out of his back, in the next split second, before roughly tearing into the ground behind him...

Shock flickered in his eyes, amidst the blood pouring out of his lips as Zeras looked at the edge of the spear currently piercing into his heart and turned to look into the hollow gaze of the devil whose eyes flashed with malevolent intent and also mockery...

As a sign of pride, the Devil tore out the head of its spear out of the ground as it raised Zeras up from the ground with its spear and held him into the air...

“Clamo In dolore! Oro Vitam tuam!!!” [Scream to me In pain! Beg for your life!] The devil said in an ancient language which sounded incredibly familiar to Zeras and his lips parted from understanding what the devil said.

Hanging through the pole of the spear, piercing into his heart, Zeras stretched out both hands to the side, fully devouring the pain tearing down every fiber of his face...

“Exspectra me, me hunc sensum magic devoret” [Wait for me, let me devour this feeling more...!] Zeras replied, a set of incoherent words, which made the devil’s eyes flash in shock before turning into anger and it suddenly withdrew its spear towards itself, sending Zeras towards him before he slapped forward with its two right arms which covered the entirety of Zeras’ vision and slammed into him head-on blowing him away into the opposite wall.

DROP

DROP

What followed was the sound of blood dripping down the ground, staining the jagged hellish landscape in a new artay of fresh blood, a contrast of the dried blood present.