Chapter : 1319

He was in his human form, looking both beautiful and like he could be a man or a woman. He wore the simple, elegant black robes of a scholar. His long, white hair stood out against the black clothes and moved as if in a wind that wasn't there. He looked down at the mess below. He saw the fancy party and the hidden, violent fights. He looked very, very bored, like he was watching a play. He was like a god watching bugs run around for no reason.

"Such a noisy, messy situation," he said quietly to himself. His voice was smooth and pleasant but also dangerous, and the wind carried it away. "So much feeling. So much work. All for something that is already decided."

He raised a hand with long, elegant fingers. His nails were the color of black, shiny stone. He was getting ready to act. He planned to make the final, crushing attack that would break the palace's defenses. It would turn the party into a huge, beautiful massacre.

But before he could use his power, someone else appeared in the sky to meet him.

It was not a big entrance. The sky didn't rip open, and there was no flash of power. One moment, the air in front of him was empty. The next moment, a man was standing there, as if the sky was solid ground.

It was Arch Duke Roy Ferrum.

He was no longer the serious, careful lord of the North. He was a being of pure, controlled, and total power. His face showed only cold, angry rage. His eyes were the color of a storm in winter. He was not dressed for a wedding. He wore the plain, black armor of the Ferrum family, ready for war.

At his side, two other beings appeared from nowhere. They weren't called; they just showed up.

On his right was Gog, a giant, old creature that looked like a living mountain. It was a shifting, man-like shape of rock, and its eyes were like two huge, slow-moving plates of the earth. On his left was Magog, an ancient storm in a living form. It was a spinning mix of wind and lightning, and its voice was the sound of a hurricane.

They were Roy Ferrum’s two most powerful spirits, beings from myths and stories. They were the two guardians of the North. Their presence together was so strong it changed the rules of the world around them. The sky got dark. The wind howled. The air felt thick and heavy, like the world itself was bowing to them.

Beelzebub's bored look changed for a second. He now looked truly and professionally interested. He knew the Arch Duke was strong. But he had not expected this.

"This is not your place to play, devil," Roy said. His voice was not a yell. It was a low, deep sound like an avalanche that seemed to shake the palace below. "This is my land. And you are not welcome."

Beelzebub’s bored smile came back, but it was different. It was bigger, sharper, and had a new, beautiful, and completely terrifying light in his eyes. He was no longer a bored god. He was an excited one.

"You are wrong, Lord Ferrum," he answered. His voice was smooth and poisonous and cut through the loud wind. "The playground is now open. And the first game," he added, his smile becoming purely evil and happy, "is to see whose toys break first."

The two powerful beings faced each other. They were like two opposite forces of total power. Their minds fought a silent, invisible battle that made the sky look like it was bleeding. The real fight for the kingdom, the war between gods, was about to start high above the clouds. It was a secret, world-ending fight that would decide the future of the unaware people below.

The sky above the capital city of Bethelham became the scene of a war between legendary creatures. The air was already heavy because of the two clashing powerful beings. It grew thick and sticky, something you could almost feel, making it hard to breathe. The happy, sunny wedding day was suddenly dark, like an early evening. It was as if the sun itself had pulled back in fear.

Beelzebub, looking calm and beautifully evil, made the first move. It was a simple, almost lazy gesture that showed he felt nothing but scorn. He just raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

Chapter : 1320

From the tear in the world behind him, two new monsters appeared. Their power felt like a song of evil, unholy energy. The first was a giant skeleton dragon. Its bones were the color of shiny black stone, and its big, leathery wings were ripped and torn. It didn't breathe fire. It breathed a stream of pure, damaging shadow. It was like a river that destroyed life and seemed to erase the air it touched. The second was a ten-foot-tall demon in red armor called an Oni. It was a creature of pure, raw strength. Its skin was covered in scars, and its single, sharp horn sparked with evil, cursed lightning.

These were Beelzebub’s own spirits. They were two great beings he had captured, broken, and remade in the fires of the Abyss. They were not just powerful; they were corrupted. Their natural strength was twisted and made stronger by the dark, parasitic energy of his world.

"Go play," Beelzebub whispered, his voice like a lover's soft touch.

The Black Dragon and the Crimson Oni flew forward. They were like streaks of darkness and blood in the dark purple sky. They were not aiming for Roy, but for his two spirits.

The fight that happened next was like the end of the world. Gog, the living mountain, met the Oni's attack. It was like a force that couldn't be stopped hitting an object that couldn't be moved. The Oni's cursed lightning could break a castle wall, but it sparked harmlessly on Gog’s rock skin. The Oni’s fists could turn steel into dust. They hit with the power of meteors, sending shockwaves through the air but only making small cracks on the mountain-spirit's body. In return, Gog’s moves were slow, unstoppable, and destructive. One huge, grinding swing of his stone arm sent the Oni flying through the sky. Its red armor was dented and smoking.

At the same time, Magog, the ancient storm, fought the Black Dragon. It was a dance between chaos and order. The dragon’s shadow breath, a wave of pure destruction, was simply swallowed by Magog’s spinning storm. Magog fought back with a spear of pure, focused lightning. The bolt was so strong it lit up the dark sky for a moment like a new sun. The spear hit the dragon's skeleton ribs, breaking a piece of bone and sending a shower of black, sparkling dust into the wind.

The fight between the spirits was a brutal, world-breaking tie. The raw, natural power of Roy’s guardians was a perfect match for the evil, wild anger of Beelzebub’s dark champions.

While their spirits fought, the two masters stood perfectly still. They were like two opposite points of total calm in the middle of the hurricane. They were watching, thinking, and judging each other. Their minds were playing a silent, dangerous game of chess that was a thousand times more complicated and deadly than the physical fight happening around them.

"Your pets are wonderful, Lord Ferrum," Beelzebub said. He sounded like he truly appreciated them, as if they were two art collectors looking at each other's work. "So pure. Such raw, wild power. It's a shame they have to be broken."

"They are not pets," Roy answered, his voice a low, cold rumble of controlled anger. "They are family. And my family does not break."

"Oh, but it does," Beelzebub purred, his smile getting bigger. "It has before. It will again." He was talking about past betrayals and the secret problems in the Ferrum family. It was a clever and painful insult.

Roy’s face stayed like stone, but a flash of pure, bright anger burned deep in his stormy grey eyes. It was time to stop talking.

He raised a hand, and the sky seemed to obey him. The dark, heavy clouds began to spin around him, forming a huge, churning vortex. The power of Magog, the storm spirit, flowed into him. He became the storm.

Beelzebub watched, looking happily excited. He, too, began to change. The polite, beautiful mask of his human form started to melt away. This was the start of him showing the true, terrible, and amazing god of sadness that was hidden underneath. The warm-up was over. The real fight of the powerful beings, a battle that would shake the skies and decide the fate of the world below, was about to start. The playground was now truly open for business.