Chapter 546 Tasty Revenge

Chapter 546 Tasty Revenge

Tenma's regal features turned serious, the white of his eyes turning entirely black and he suddenly turned from a charming figure to one that was demonic.

His long black hair turned to black smoke, and the light shining on the surface of the planet dimmed until it appeared as if the world was in twilight.

The darkness he had conjured when he arrived had clasped the hundreds of thousands of spikes shot by the Ouroboros Serpents and with a squeeze of his hand, he crushed them to dust. The sound made from crushing those spikes was apocalyptic, and a slow grin began to grow on Tenma's face.

He pointed his second hand at the angered creatures, whose spikes were already halfway regrowing and he snapped his fingers, and a wave of darkness drawn from the boundless immensity of space and shrunken to hundreds of thousands of miles wide swept towards the serpents and slammed into them with enough force to crush a hundred worlds.

This force tore through the scales of the serpents pushing them back for miles and vaporizing a large portion of their bodies and their large golden bones could be seen underneath.

With a cry of rage and pain, the serpents opened their large mouths and began to inhale the darkness, drawing into their bodies this frightening power, and in a stunning display of adaptability, the corrosion brought by the darkness was beginning to lessen, as their bodies adapted to the energies they were consuming.

It was clear that if Tenma performed this attack once more, then it would not work as well as before.

Tenma's eyes opened wide at this display, "You are right Shario, these beasts are special... but only just."

With his hand still raised he bent a finger as if he was strumming a guitar string, and reality seemed to pause, as a subtle vibration escaped from his finger that grew increasingly magnified as it went towards the serpents, and when it reached them it sank into their flesh.nOvElb1n

What was not readily apparent was that the string of the guitar behind him moved in conjunction with his fingers.

"We can't," Tenma replied, "We can only chase him away, show him that there are easier targets outside the gods here."

A chilling hiss emerged from Herod's mouth, his tongue was far too shattered to speak clearly, but everyone here could perfectly understand him, "He seems... to be... waiting... for.... Something."

Tenma stroked his chin, "although he might be an Infernal, we must know what sort of being we are dealing with. If he is a Demon, then we might be able to go through this battle in a more structured manner, but if is a Devil, or worse... a Titan, then we have to endure a war that would last for an Age, and many of us would perish."

He looked at the Formation behind them, it was almost eighty percent full, the addition of the rest of the gods making a great impact on its completion rate, "Scorio, Herod, join the rest and activate this Formation, let me go talk to our guest, perhaps I might discover a clue about his identity that would make this war easier for us all. If we can strike a bargain and give him what he wants, we might just avoid a war altogether."

"Be.... Careful." Herod hissed.

Tenma nodded and vanished in a burst of darkness, appearing a thousand miles away from Rowan. That was the closest he could appear to a being of power to show his strength and also his willingness to give ground if necessary, for he understood that although Infernals were inherently chaotic and loved bloodshed and slaughter, they could also be swayed by greater benefits.

From a distance Rowan's body had been shrouded by a dim reddish haze that was a side effect of wearing clothes made from his Berserker Intent, although he was not a god, his Berserker Intent at the Origin Grade gave him powers that only those at this level could control.

Tenma could only pierce through this haze because he came this close to Rowan, and he could see his features, a flash of recognition passed through his eyes but it disappeared so quickly, that most would never notice.

Rowan was not like most people, his unique nature made him very aware of the smallest change in emotion in someone,

'How fascinating, he recognizes me.' Rowan thought in interest.