This person, I killed them. Why do they now stand in my way once more?
Whats more, He completely obliterated my wing. I can see why the Lord Satan viewed this man as a threat.
I lift my arm and generate multiple orbs of magma and throw them towards the boy who just floats there aimlessly.
The orbs hit him, only to pass through his body harmlessly.
He brushes a piece of molten rock from his shoulder.
"Is that seriously the limit of your power?"
I grin, its been too long since a mortal has been this much fun.
"Not even close"
(POV Change)
The black miasma spreads over Baal's body, morphing his skin into a black armour made up of darkness itself. The armour has a constant black smoke coming off of it and a helmet with a glowing red emanating from the visor. Black tendrils constantly shift around the armour like smoke, striking out at anything that comes too close.
A huge sword made of molten magma appeared in his hand.
I teleport behind him and remove the space he is standing in from this universe.
Baal swings roud as if nothing happened slashing his blade at my throat.
I stretch the space between me and the blade to infinte proportions, only for the blade to still swing across and send me flying.
What the fuck. He can cover an infinite distance in fractions of a second, or did he just destroy the infinite space in its entirety?
A black tendril shoots towards me, blasting me back to range.
"It would seem you are of a passing skill. You truly do have a warriors blood."
I create hundreds of portals surrounding the two of us and fire multiple different elemental orbs into each one, surrounding Baal on all sides, most of them being shot down by his black tendrils, but the ones that landed hurt, leaving small cracks in his armour.
I throw an orb of pure mana towards him, only for it to be torn apart by his tendrils.
He appears behind me an slams the blade into the back of my head.
I turn and punch his jaw, hearing a loud crack as my hand breaks.
I quickly get backhanded away, hearing another crack as my jaw gets dislocated.
I relocate my jaw in its socket, only for a blade to pierce my stomach as I do so.
I slam my arm into the blade, shattering it and using wind to send the pieces towards his face.
Molten lava hit his armour, slightly melting it.
I can damage his armour but beneath it he's fine.
But it's suseptible to heat.
"Boy, you can't do anything to hurt me, why don't you give up?"
An image of a certain Grecian flashes through my mind as a plan forms. Its batshit insane and highly unlikely to work, but I won't know if I never even try.
"Because he never did."
I create hundreds of small black holes and throw them towards Baal, only for him to obliterate them all by swinging that magma blade.
The explosion covers my approach as I coated my metal pole in flames and stab into the cracks on the armour, melting through it with the heat of the flames.
The pole protrudes from Baals back giving him the appearance of an evil kebab.
The pole explodes, setting fire to the air and even the rain for hundreds of miles around.
Baal's armour shatters from his body and he begins to fall.
(POV Change)
Is this it for me? Am I going to lose to this, this mere human.
My Lord, I have failed you.
'Not yet you haven't Baal'
A faint whisper reaches me.
'You didn't come all this way, fight countless wars in my name and eventually became an officer in the legions of Hell just to die here.'
That's right, I've come too far to give up now. I was arrogant, I see that. I viewed him as weak and ultimately allowed him to gain this power. I must fix my mistake.
I have one last trick up my sleeve.
I turn my very body into a magma more powerful than any I've ever wielded and throw myself towards the boy.
No, towards Amon Britannia.
He sticks out his left arm to blow my attack away, but its too little too late.
I land on his outstretched arm and burn the forearm away before returning to my true form.
"I'm sorry, Master."
I begin to fall down towards where Amon had teleported his arm lifted up and swirling blue white mana began to form being launched towards me, tearing my body to pieces, molecule by molecule.
(POV Change)
"You were a worthy opponent, Baal."
I feel an insane level of power wash over me as I absorb his power and soul.
[Name: Amon Britannia
Race: Ghost
Souls: Demon Lord(Baal)
Level: 2675
Strength: Immeasurable
Speed: Immeasurable
Magic: Immeasurable
Dexterity: Immeasurable
Intelligence: Immeasurable
Luck: 250
Skills: God's appraisal, God's status concealment, Ancient Magic (X), Skill creation, Weapon master (X), Evil eye (X), teleportation (X) future sight (X) Extreme Will (X) Space manipulation (X) magic manipulation (X) mind manipulation (X) time manipulation (X) Item creation (X) revival (I) regeneration (X) Item Box, poison immunity, paralysis immunity, curse immunity, sleep resistance, drug immunity, disease immunity, advanced senses, battle adjustment.
Race Skills: Soul steal, Phase, invisibility, flight, reformation, transformation
Soul skills: Planetary creation, dark armour
Title's: The First Other Worlder, Other Worlder, Champion of Life and Death, Dragon Slayer, Master of the Universe, Soul Stealer]
[Planetary creation: The ability to create planets both fully or partially.
Dark armour: Wrap your body in an armour made of pure darkness which triples your defense and attack.]
I look dpwn at my stump of an arm, reformation isn't recreating the arm but regeneration is slowly bringing it back.
I look down at the fighting in the academy, dead students and teachers laying arround the ground, monster corpses scattered across the space everywhere.
"Prince Amon! We can hold out here! Get to the capital!"
Circe calls out to me.
"You better not die here, Circe!"
I begin to fly off towards Camelot, Hold on, just a few more seconds.