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Chapter 112: Welcome To Hell V
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Their plans were already going awry, and Ian was confused as he scratched his head, "I... I don't think I went too far, did I?"
Nothing made sense to him. Like, why be mad if you gave someone too much charity? It was on this day that Ian discovered one of the demons' sins... They are very stingy for no reason.
Ian looked around, finding the scenery changing completely. He felt a sudden shock, one people feel when they suddenly fall fast. All it took was a tug for him to find himself in a different place.
He has fallen to hell. Ian doesn't exactly know how, but one thing he was sure of, things such as these take a price, and the demons hunting him must've paid a severe price just to get him here.
The ground beneath his feet was red-ish but not hot on its own, the air however was hot. It was rocky like Vegas desert, cracks everywhere, some of which were pits of hellfire.
Ian could see massive boulders floating high above in the air, almost like floating islands. Those weren't things hovering in the air as numerous winged demons could be seen looming, their eyes never leaving Ian.
None of them moved. Not one demon moved except for the deformed demon closest to Ian as it slowly morphed into something else, a more frightening look.
This certain demon was colossal, standing far above Ian, looking down at him with eyes filled with unbelievable wrath and hate.
The demon's skin was golden, something Ian noted to be unique among the demons around. Its eyes were radiant red. Its ears were like fish fins, massive and golden.
His wrath however soon turned into laughter of undeniable glee as he ominously eyed Ian, "I told you I'll find you, but I did better... I brought you to my lair where I'll torture you for eternity!! So human, welcome to hell! You new home!"
"I see," Ian let out a sigh, eyeing the surroundings one more time, noticing the strongest demon around is none other than the one before him. That didn't make much sense for Ian.
"Etrigan huh," Ian murmured, puffing his cheeks in a contemplative look, "You're too high on your emotions now. No, this is likely the calmest you've been since you gave me charity, so excuse my wondering... Who planned all of this?"
The hateful human was too calm for Etrigan's liking, and his words only drove the demon to lose his cool even more as he spoke while pulling out a gigantic curved sword.
"Ah, It's unfortunate. I wanted to torture all of those close to you, but they escaped somehow... So hateful!!! But in due time, I'll make you watch as I tear them to pieces and put them together back again."
Etrigan started walking slowly towards Ian as he waved his sword. Not towards Ian though but at the demons next to him.
The slice seemed to cut through space as hundreds of demons fell one after another with that single swing.
Etrigan saw no fault in his actions for he is their master, and their life was his, is, and will always be in his hands, but he at least wept for them as he roared, "Useless bunch!"
Hundreds? Even thousands wouldn't matter because Ian can accurately speculate the number of demons around him, a number reaching tens of thousands.
With each step he took, the ground shook. With each step he took, the very core of space shuddered under his fury, intensifying as he growled yet again.
"Oh, trust me Humaan!!! A day will never pass where you do not hear their cries of pain, their despair, and your weeping shall be notes to my songs!!!"
Much to his dismay, however, Ian seemed dazed, barely paying any attention to him as the man murmured to himself, "Honestly. This... This is it. I can, can I not?"
His words were a mystery to anyone but himself as he felt the space around him shake. A massive punch colliding with an illusionary barrier. Cracks were running a speed run throughout the magical barrier.
The magic barrier didn't stop the punch from sending him flying hundreds of meters away. Even a simple punch from Etrigan was no joke.
"Let it be then," Ian mumbled as he swung his staff, quickly stabilizing himself in the middle of the air before swinging it again, creating a destructive shockwave, disintegrating the demons launching at him, and blasting some away.
'I've never expected Harley to be so considerate in times such as these... I for sure thought she'd want me dead, but perhaps she is changing? Perhaps, Layla's training is slowly taking effect.'
He mused for a second before bringing out the God killer. Indeed, Harley left it in the black Rose dimension before Xanadu forcefully teleported her away.
"Transform." The God killer obliged, morphing into a long curved sword. Ian never stopped attacking and flying around.
How could he stop when thousands of demons were hurling at him in hunger for his meat... Hmm, that sounded a bit.
"Magic Armor! Magic barrier! Silks of Ice! Spheres of Ice! Ice spears! Eldritch blast..."
An unending barrage of magic. Ian seemingly had infinite magical energy as he absolutely dominated the battlefield, few demons were able to reach him, but there was still no harm done to him.
Etrigan on the other hand just watched much to Ian's surprise. He didn't seem to have any intention to participate though his eyes couldn't help but narrow at the sight of the God killer... It's dangerous.
In fact, the God killer was a significant cause as to why Ian remained intact even after an hour of constant combat. It functions like a sword and a shield at the same time, sometimes moving on its own to protect Ian.
Ian's swordplay was nearly perfect, but it was still within the spectrum of normality. His current fighting style was certainly not his best as he didn't have to do better with a bunch of cannon fodder, but it was his finest.
He finely cut through the demons' innards, vital organs, and heads, leaving a trail of bodies behind him. The ground by this time seemed to be burning with blood. It was a sight that could scare even the strongest of minds.
'He's playing with me, isn't he? Like watching ants move about unaware that even a slight breath could breathe their entire settlement down... He isn't aware?'
Ian could already see signs of a conspiracy, but now he was even more sure.
The demons before him were weak, and for someone of his level who put a lot of time into studying magic and refining it into what it is today, no amount of cannon fodder could even hope to scratch him.
Etrigan naturally noted that as he ordered, "Hell knights! Arise! Destroy!"
From the cracks of hell, they indeed arose, bringing with them the deep red flames of hell.
The hell knights as he called them were a different breed altogether. They were nearly as colossal as him, wearing dark armors, each having certain similarities to an animal.
They were monsters whose bodies emit the very excruciating flames of hell and the darkness beneath it.
"Here we go." Ian let out a long breath, as he teleported away. Teleportation in the area still seems to be restricted, for magic teleportation that is. For life force teleportation that's not the case.
Ian teleporting into his own dimension seemed to be a loophole, or perhaps the way his life force has to monopolize an area before he can teleport to it was the loophole.
He got so good at it that it appeared instantaneousness to the human eye, but not to Etrigan or the hell knights.
Ian however had no desire to escape as he hovered high in the air. His face has never been more stern than now as he spelled the incantation for his most powerful spell, "Magic Spam!!!"