CHAPTER 243: END OF BEELZEBUB

He saw a figure in front of him. A figure staring straight into his eyes. A figure that was perhaps ten centimetres taller than him, with bright red eyes, hair, and skin, and symbols on his face.

Atlas knew exactly who this figure was. He had fought this figure twice before. Once when he was weak, and the other just before Atlas died.

’Beelzebub,’ Atlas had said, merely murmuring his name.

’Oh... You know me? That makes everything easier,’ the Ancient Demon had said suddenly, and with that, he had pulled Atlas out of the ground as if he were a piece of candy from a store shelf.

Aveline and the Sages, who were both fighting and watching the demon gate, were shocked.

Atlas had been pulled into the demon gate by Beelzebub.

"ATLAS!!!" Aveline had shouted, and as she said this, she had tried to jump toward the demon gate. Still, it had been to no avail.

A force prevented Aveline from entering the demon gate.

Aveline ignored the demons around her and repeatedly punched the demon gate while they tried to harm her.

’BOOM!’

’BOOM!’

’BOOM!’

’BOOM!’

’BOOM!’

Even though Aveline had struck the demon gate repeatedly, nothing had changed.

The scene on the other side of the demon gate was completely different.

Beelzebub had thrown Atlas to the ground, and when Atlas managed to get up, he looked around. Everything was engulfed in flames. No trees, plants, or anything else was visible. It was a complete wasteland.

A sea of lava stretched out ahead, with rain falling from the sky as fire onto the lava sea, and much more... along with countless demons that Atlas couldn’t even count.

’Welcome to hell,’ said Beelzebub.

When Atlas heard this, he looked fiercely at Beelzebub, who was standing a little way off in the air, and then said, ’I suppose you mean fake hell?’

Atlas was not afraid. He had already managed to harm Beelzebub in his previous life, and his current power was incomparable to that of his previous life.

Still, he was worried. Because there were countless demons around him. In his previous life, Atlas had already killed thousands of angels and demons and even found time to refresh his meaning among their corpses.

So he had fought Beelzebub almost at full strength.

Now, however, he possessed a power nearly ten times greater than that full strength.

Fear was probably the last thing on his mind.

’Haha...’ Beelzebub chuckled softly.

’You could say that,’ he added to his own words, and then said, ’You know what? I’m very, very angry with you.’

When Atlas heard these words, he tilted his head and asked, ’So?’

’Come on, young man. You already caused the others to die, and I impaled the other two with my spear; they are busy dying in the outside world. The only thing standing between me and victory is you, who stands between me and gaining access to all the power of this fake hell by taking Lucifer’s rank.’

After Beelzebub’s words, Atlas looked at him carefully and then asked, ’The others are dead, and if you were already on the brink of death, you should have attained this rank long ago. Why am I necessary?’

Upon hearing these words, Beelzebub replied, ’Contracts cannot be broken, young man. Even we, the demons, who are symbols of injustice, illusion, deception, and death, cannot break contracts. Especially if these contracts are made on our lives.’

"And according to the contract, betraying the others was not wrong, but according to the contract, I must hunt down the heroes, like trophies. This naturally makes you, the greatest hero in the current world, my primary target," the Ancient Demon added to his own words.

Atlas prepared to speak after these words, as he had no desire to fall without a fight. However, the following words were what truly troubled him:

"When you die, the contract will be fulfilled. I will take Lucifer’s place as the leader of this fake hell and keep him there, simply to utilise his power. Then I will emerge from this fake hell and slaughter every living creature in the outside world. From there, I will conquer the real hell, and after that... who knows? Perhaps I will visit the fake heaven and take Michael’s head."

When Atlas heard these words, he immediately covered his body with his aura. He had no choice but to fight here, kill the countless demons around him, and then attack Beelzebub.

In mere seconds, Atlas began to attack the demons around him. Every second, he was ripping the heart out of one demon and decapitating another.

In a short period, he had already taken down hundreds of demons. Still, it was not enough. Not only was the number of demons dwindling, but Beelzebub’s patience seemed to be wearing thin.

It would not be wrong to say that this battle would not last that long, and Atlas was right in his judgment. His body was filled with pain again after ten minutes, but it was no illusion.

Atlas felt a warmth in his body. When his gaze returned to his own abdomen, that is, to the area where he felt the heat, he saw a hand coming out of his abdomen.

Beelzebub’s hand.

Before he realised what was happening, Beelzebub chuckled and then said, "Come on, I’m not that stupid. What makes you think I’m going to give you time?"

Atlas instantly fell to the ground, helpless.

Neither his sister, whom he had come to rescue, nor the Sages were with him. Neither Aveline, whom he considered his mother, nor Cosmo himself.

He was about to let himself die when he heard a voice in his mind:

"Come on! I didn’t give you that pill for nothing, call him!!!"

Atlas knew exactly who that voice belonged to, someone he had only spoken to once before.

Lucifer.

Atlas didn’t know what to do when he heard those words. He tried to heal himself as fast as he could, but failed.

"Come on, Atlas! He’s not a god, you can summon him for once! Come on, young man!"

As Lucifer’s words echoed in Atlas’s mind again, Atlas looked left and right and even logged into his system profile, wondering what he should do.

"Call out my brother’s name, Atlas, call him."

Another sentence appeared in Atlas’s mind.

Atlas, on the other hand, did not stop for a second, and then, while vomiting blood from his mouth, he managed to say, "Michael....I summon you, O great angel."

The moment Atlas said those words, the demons around him paused, including Beelzebub himself. It was as if time had frozen for them and for this realm.

Atlas looked around and then saw the red clouds glowing golden. In just seconds, a man with golden hair, more beautiful than he had ever seen before, appeared.

This man had touched Atlas’ body once.

"Let’s make you good again," he said.

With the touch of the golden-haired man in front of Atlas’s wounds, he suddenly became good. Atlas was completely healed.

"Michael..." Atlas muttered.

Michael disappeared as he shook his head, and in mere seconds, the sound of a lock echoed throughout the realm.

In just a few seconds, Michael reappeared, but this time he had brought someone else with him.

"Lucifer," Atlas muttered, and as he said the name, Michael snapped his finger.

In mere seconds, time in the realm began to flow again, and Michael’s finger⁸ reached out towards the demons around them.

"ZOOM!" A sound echoed throughout the realm, and perhaps ten or even twenty million demons in the area where Michael had extended his finger disappeared.

Neither their skin nor their blood was left.

While Michael was killing the other demons, Lucifer was busy strangling Beelzebub.

"Wait!" Atlas shouted calmly.

Hearing this, Lucifer turned directly to Atlas and then asked, "What happened?"

"Please allow me, O great Lucifer. I want to be the one to kill Beelzebub," Atlas replied.

With these words of Atlas, Lucifer brought Beelzebub, whom he was holding by the throat, in front of him, and Atlas took out the Holy Sword Delusion, which had entered back into his inventory without a second thought, and then uttered the following words.

"The number of people who died because of you is incalculable. I hope your soul ascends to the halls of the gods so that you can suffer for endless years."

With that, he directly grasped the Holy Sword Delusion in his hand and used his aura to disembowel Beelzebub.

And then once more.

One more time.

One more time.

Over and over again, without stopping, without tiring, he continued to stab Beelzebub.

Buju repeated it almost a hundred times and then said, "In the name of everyone I love, I pronounce you dead. I hope you perish in the hall of the gods or real hell, you son of a bitch!"

With that, he gripped his Holy Sword Delusion tightly again and beheaded Beelzebub in a single blow.

Beelzebub died in agony.