The Damned Demon-Chapter 837: Gods In Mortal Flesh

The chamber pulsed with stillness.

The coiling tendrils of dark green mana that had once enveloped Asher like a cocoon had fully receded now, drawn back into his bones, his veins, his core. He exhaled, slow and silent, the breath of someone who had stared into an abyss and returned bearing its mark.

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Level : 40

Rating Points : 0 / 5,472,500

HP : 227,710 / 227,710

MP : 53,090 / 53,090

STR : 38,902

DEF : 42,542

INT : 36,614

DEX : 17,823

Asher's focus settled on the glowing numbers hovering in his mind—his stats, his soul's echo forged through pain, fury, and relentless will.

Level: 40.

The number glared back at him like a proclamation.

The peak of Soul Tyrant.

A threshold few mortals had ever approached, let alone crossed across eons. Not long ago, the idea of even crossing past Level 34 had felt like a distant fable—something reserved for gods, myths, or the long-dead legends of history.

Even after taking such a blow head-on, she had already healed herself.

However, Asher didn't speak. He only raised his right hand.

From nothingness, his ring blade tore itself into existence—a ring-shaped weapon wreathed in dark green flames, spinning slowly in his grasp like a dragon testing the air. The damned flames hissed and crackled around its edge, licking at the void itself, hungry and alive. It pulsed in rhythm with his heart, resonating with the will of its master.

A subtle rumble rolled through the hall as Valeria, seeing the weapon appear, reached behind her back with practiced grace.

There, strapped across her spine, lay a blade vastly different in nature—a heavy sword, forged not for grace, but for finality. She drew it in one fluid motion, the dull blackened metal singing as it escaped its bindings, glowing with crimson veins. But before she turned to face Asher, she paused.

Underneath her cape, rubbing lazily against her neck, Twilight popped its head out.

Valeria slightly moved her sword away and looked at Twilight. The feline looked up at her and meowed—a cheerful, innocent little sound utterly unbothered by the tension that surrounded it.

Valeria gently bent down and placed Twilight aside near the wall while saying a command in a low voice, "Stay here."

Twilight blinked slowly and turned away, tail swaying calmly as it padded off toward a safer corner of the hall.

And then—Valeria stood tall again.

Without a word, the two Soul Tyrants rushed toward each other, feet striking the stone like thunder.

A blur of crimson and flame.

A surge of damned mana and battle-forged steel.

The moment before impact felt eternal.

And then—

Clash.

They leapt into the air, their weapons colliding in a blinding explosion of force and mana.

The ring blade met the heavy sword mid-arc, and the hall screamed.

*BOOOOM!*

A wave of dark green fire erupted from the point of contact, crashing against Valeria's mana like an ocean trying to devour a mountain. The resulting shockwave shattered the seemingly indestructible floor below them, cracks racing outward like spiderwebs of destruction.

And even a few hundred meters away—

Rebecca was launched.

Her body flew backward, her figure tearing through the air before she lost balance entirely. She hit the wall hard, a grunt escaping her lips as dust and debris rained from the ceiling.

She groaned, dragging herself back up with trembling arms. Her vision blurred with smoke and flame, but she forced herself to look forward.

And what she saw stole her breath.

Above the shattered battlefield, Asher and Valeria were still locked in midair, their weapons crackling with raw power. It wasn't just strength. It was something more.

Something ancient. Terrifying. Almost divine.

Rebecca's lips parted slowly, her voice barely a whisper.

"…Monsters…"

No—this wasn't a battle between warriors.

It was a clash between gods in mortal flesh.

But then her lips slowly began to curve into a frenzied smile, her eyes glowing with a crazed light, realizing that the draconians and whoever had the unfortunate fate of being Asher's enemy were going to wish they were dead!

Finally...she can hope to see this wretched world change for the better!