Reign, Draven, and the President, watching the live feed, were left speechless.

    They had anticipated the Devil Generals to be strong, but what they witnessed far exceeded their wildest expectations.

    Even Reign, usually filled with confidence, found himself questioning whether his original body could achieve such overwhelming victory when it eventually reached the Demon God level.

    ’The gap between demons and devils is too high,’ he muttered to himself.

    At first, he had assumed that while devils would be more powerful than demons of the same rank, the difference wasn’t something that could not be bridged with strategy and numbers.

    But reality was far harsher than he had imagined.

    Lost in thought, he recalled the words of the other demon gods.

    "Is that really how strong you are in your base form?" Reign asked his grandfather who was completely silent since the operation started.

    Draven didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he fell into deep thought, carefully analyzing everything.

    He ran calculations and predictions in his mind, considering what he would do if he were in that situation.

    In the end, he came to a conclusion. He estimated that to survive such an attack, he would need to use about 30% of his full power, which included the power of the rings.

    But to actually win, he would need to unleash between 40 and 50% of his strength—more than he had anticipated but still within his reach if he pushed himself.

    "No, my base form is not that strong," Draven admitted, shaking his head. "But I don’t think that attack came from any of the generals,"

    Reign raised an eyebrow, his mind already working to piece together the meaning behind those words.

    "Are you saying they used an artifact?" Reign asked. It was the only explanation he could think of that made sense, given the overwhelming power they had witnessed.

    "Yes," Draven confirmed, his tone heavy. "And judging by its strength, I don’t think we have anything capable of countering it—even among all the treasures back in the capital."

    THUD!

    "Is that really true?" The President stood up, slamming her right hand onto the desk in frustration. Her usually composed demeanor was gone.

    She looked at Draven, almost pleading. "Are you telling me there’s really nothing you have to counter that? Nothing you can do?"

    Draven’s expression remained unreadable.

    "I wouldn’t say such a thing if I had a solution," he replied, his tone cold and direct.

    The strongest demon admitting such a thing was a heavy blow to the President’s morale.

    After all, the most powerful allies of mankind at that moment were the Abyssal, and hearing that they might not have a counter for the artifact shattered some sense of security.

    Just as the silence settled in, a sudden shift in the footage drew everyone’s attention.

    The previously dead demon gods reappeared, and they did not look hurt or tired in the slightest.

    Then, another figure came into view—the blonde meta-human child who had made even Lilith give up.

    He had come for the sole purpose of supporting the demon gods, ready to step in in case of an emergency. His presence was a precaution, a backup plan to ensure their survival if the situation took a turn for the worse.

    —

    Caurus hadn’t really expected to win, but he aimed to at least make his opponent bleed.

    However, when the dust finally settled, Aamon stood there, completely unscathed, casually gripping the blade of the axe as if it were nothing more than a child’s toy.

    "Is this your strongest attack?" the Devil General sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Is this the standard of demons?"

    The insulting question hit Caurus hard, his pride taking a direct blow.

    He pushed harder, shifting his weight to force the axe forward, but it wouldn’t budge.

    Frustration burned in his chest. Determined, he tried pulling the axe back, but Aamon held it firmly between his fingertips.

    "Go on, take it," the Devil General challenged, clearly enjoying the game as he toyed with his opponent.

    Caurus’s fury grew with each passing moment, and as his anger intensified, so did his power.

    His body began to swell, growing taller and more imposing.

    With a loud roar, Caurus finally pulled the axe free.

    Then, using both hands, he swung it down with all his strength.

    BOOOM!

    The sheer power behind the blow sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, threatening to tear the very earth apart .

    But once again, Aamon casually blocked the blow, not even putting any effort into it.

    While this was happening, the other two Devil Generals were now locked in combat with Remu and Venzo in the air.

    Remu, in a moment of desperation, transformed into thirty small slime balls, each one no larger than a basketball.

    The air was filled with a hum as each slime ball shot deadly blue lasers at him. Beams cut through the air, leaving streaks of light behind them.

    But Belphegor, who barely moved, effortlessly dodged every single one attack thrown at him.

    Seeing that her current strategy wasn’t working, she decided to change her approach entirely.

    With a quick adjustment, the thirty slimes split into sixty, now surrounding the devil from every angle, forming a perfect circle .

    "Fire!" Remu mentally commanded.

    The slimes began to shoot their deadly blue lasers, each one aimed directly at Belphegor.

    But this time, the lasers didn’t fly in a straight line.

    Instead, when one slime was hit, it bounced back, redirecting the energy.

    The kinetic force of each impact fed into the next, creating an increasing tempo of attack that continued to build with each bounced.

    It was a technique she had developed herself—a strategy built for speed and ever increasing pressure.

    ’I was planning to save this technique for Draven, but if I don’t give it my all, I won’t even land a hit,’ she muttered to herself.

    Her determination grew stronger, and a desire to take down her opponent no matter what surged within her.