White Online-Chapter 680: Isaac Vs. Asmodeus.

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"Hmph." Asmodeus pulled back his whip, wrapped it around his shoulder and turned around to fly out of the World of White.

SWOOSH!

A crimson beam tore through the air and landed on Asmodeus' back.

"?!" Asmodeus didn't have time to react as the burning beam scorched his back and flew straight through him. A burning, gaping hole appeared in his chest and his organs were pouring out of his body.

"Cough, cough, cough!" With each cough, blood and pus flew out of his mouth.

Asmodeus clutched his stomach while screaming in pain. His healing slowly activated and the bleeding wound gradually started closing in.

However, then a voice rang out. "Advocate of Life."

"Ah!" Asmodeus let out a moan of pain and fell from the sky like a bird that had lost its wings. He crashed down on the rooftop. His body stopped healing as Isaac stole the necessary Life Energy that Asmodeus needed to heal.

He was already quite hungry since he slept the entire noon and could only trust his great vitality to activate his healing. However, now that had been taken away from him.

Isaac walked out of the destroyed building with his clothes in rags, but no visible scratches. He tossed his ragged coat into his inventory and continued walking bare-chested.

He jumped, landed on the rooftop, and sat on the edge. The screaming Asmodeus was only five meters away from him.

'Learn to use it quickly! It will be the source of your greatest strength; one day, you will use that weapon to wipe that fucking smirk off Asmodeus' face!'

Isaac remembered his future self's words and remembered him speaking about Silvernium being his greatest strength in the future. It might have been if he stayed as White Death's Legacy Carrier, but now he was an Advocate of Life, who was the embodiment of death and life.

No one could have expected him to reach this stage, especially not his future self, who was weaker than the current Isaac.

"I wonder what you did to him." Isaac spoke to Asmodeus. He wondered what he did to his future self to make him hate him so badly.

"Argh." Asmodeus raised his wretched face to look at Isaac. "You... bastard! I will rip off your limbs, make you my fucking slave and rap--"

Bam!

Isaac kicked at his jaw, shattering it. The blood spattered like a fountain.

"Such a foul mouth." Isaac said coldly. 'I can see why my future self would hate him. He is a person easy to hate, especially if you are weaker. Only strength can shut his mouth for good.'

Asmodues rose to his feet in a hurry while his jaw was hanging off the side of his mouth. He looked like a monster with a demonic face.

He took a step forward, but once he did, he felt an indescrible amount of pressure surround him. He knew if he attacked, he would.

Asmodeus clenched his fists in anger. A black portal appeared behind him, and he stepped right into it, disappearing from the World of White.

He traveled across countless realms, going past the destroyed moon, and the rest of the demons. Asmodeus was leaving the universe behind!

However, then a hand appeared in the same black vortex and pulled Asmodeus out of the portal!

'What, that's impossible!' Asmodeus cried out in his mind as he was thrown out of the portal and fell straight to the dusty, deserted planet of Mars.

"Sorry, but it's impossible to escape death." Isaac appeared beside him and whipped his leg across Asmodeus' face, sending him flying straight through the orange ground.

...

Ten minutes ago.

The primordial gods were watching through the monitors the goings-on of the war in the World of White and were very pleased. However, they also noticed the strange disappearance of the demons. The monitors couldn't show where they disappeared or if they just died.

But then, they heard a thundering explosion that was perhaps the loudest sound they had ever heard. The monitors shook, like they were about to fall off the walls. In them, the cities started falling apart, with the skies crumbling down and the players dying with loud screams.

"Ah!" Gaia's mouth opened with a painful moan. She suddenly couldn't breathe as her knees buckled, forcing her to her butt. She felt an immense amount of death in that split second.

"Gaia!" Aether ran next to her while the rest of the primordials looked shocked. Even Chaos couldn't help but change her cold facial expression.

"This is..." Chronos grimaced. "I can... perhaps change the flow of time and restore the world."

"The demons would never let you." Nyx said coldly. "Also, you might be able to restore the world, but you will never be able to restore all the lives lost there."

"Shit!"

"Hey, look!" Eros shouted while sitting on top of his soft cloud. Everyone turned to the monitors while Gaia finally exhaled. Her expression looked amazed as she understood what was currently happening.

The monitors showed the cities, ground and sky slowly restoring. The monitors were part of system program, that allowed them to see things in World of White without any cameras. So, they could also watch the entire destruction of the world, but also the reconstruction.

Under their astonished looks, the world returned to normal.

Gaia climbed to her feet with a weak smile. "Look... all the lives have returned!"

There were animals, wild beasts, ghosts and all sorts of lives that were lost because of the World's destruction. However, now they all came back to life, without even realizing what had happened.

"Gaia, did you do this?" Aether asked.

"No... I can't." Gaia said with a worried expression. 'Was it you? Resurrecting an entire world and so many lives must be agonizingly painful... I hope you are alright.'

...

On Mars.

Isaac coughed blood soundlessly. He looked at the crimson bloo without expression and wiped his lips clea

The Demon King of the Fourth Heaven, Asmodeus, jumped through the ground with broken face. He was trying to fly out of the planet, but was instantly stopped by Isaac, who kicked him down back to the ground.

"..." Isaac's face showed split-second pain, but he didn't show it to Asmodeus.