Carnage

Canaan's jaw dropped slightly, and his eyes revealed shock. 'This is… an illusion?

Why do I feel nearly tangible waves of power rising from both of them?'

Three Rhalis

The entire audience was stupefied, especially the younger generation, their eyes completely dilated into saucers as they stared at the space below them.

What skill was this? How could such an unimaginable skill like this exist in the world… It was practically like a divine miracle!

Even devil gods of the lowest strength could feel that the devilish energy raeiating from the "second and third Rhalis" was not one bit inferior to the original's.

Talia explained in Canaan's mind."This is the Blood spirit duplication!

It is a special divine skill of the Essence devouring art that can only be achieved by those who have attained perfect comprehension of its intermediate laws!"

Those Blood Spirit Doubles are formed from Rhalis blood and killing intent. Not only will they not discount from Rhali's own strength, they will also have his devilish power and skills, so they will count as completely different entities which are still the exaxt same Rhali!"

Canaan stared in awe as the battle begun.

"Here I come!" Rhali yelled in each of his different bodies, a frightening chorus of war cries as he disappeared.

With no more substance than a ghost he suddenly surrounded Ursal with all three of his bodies.

Crimson long swords formed out of blood coloured light before each of the Rhalis.

Each of them grabbed the long swords, then....they swung.....

Space was split apart by the incomparably deafening sound. As the crimson sword energy of blood swords in Rhali's hands swept across the air, they cleaved it into gale fragments, and even the hard surface of the Godfall Blood hall was directly cut open like butter.

Several hundred meters away, a sharp imposing force came at the entire audience, infiltrated to the bottom of their hearts, and sent a chill down almost everyone's spine.

"Boom!!"

The sharp and tyrannical forces loudly came together in a loud explosion. A frightening windstorm of devilish energy expanded without restraint.

The barrier of divine energy shielding the audience from the elements of the battle suddenly trembled.

And like spiderwebs, cracks instantly rushed out on the arena's stone floor below feet of the two opposing members.

"So… So powerful! Even from this far away, I could feel that terrifying sword energy!" A blood wraith witnessing this scene exclaimed with a trembling voice.

"I also felt it! Lord Rhali is actually this powerful. In the previous battles, he probably had never gone all out. No! He didn't even use half his strength. If this strike was aimed at me, I simply would not be capable of resisting in the slightest. Is… Is he really only at the third cicle of the silver class?"

"As expected, people from the Blood origin clan are all monsters! But… But this kind of strike, can Ursal really bloc it!!??"

Several of the watching blood wraiths marvelled at this new scene.

The battlefield finally calmed and the dust cleared, however a scene no one expected suddebly played out.

Ursal had been blasted far way by Rhali, however all the rampant sword energy had manged to do was leave a superficial wound on his person.

"What!?" Rhali yelled in shock.

Similarly the audience stated dumbly as Ursal shifted his intact body In an attempt to rise.

Up on his royal throne Kaldur smiled knowingly as his eyes left Ursal's body.

'So that was it!?" Lord Kaldur thought as his gaze congealed on his brother, the Ardent devil lord and the second most powerful person in his realm.

'Conan, you sly fox!' He said in his mind.

In the meantime Ursal removed his palm and stared at the bloodstain. Hands shaking violently, he abruptly looked up at Rhali with terrifying eyes, "You… you dare bleed me… you dare wound my noble body!"

"..." Rhali didn't react to his words at all. Rather he felt like an invisible had was tightening around his heart.

As the one facing Ursal, he was aware of the mutation thay was occurring I'm his aura.

What's more? He and his Doubles had destroyed Ursal's devilsh energy defense, whiles his exploding sword energy had landed squarely on his form.

But all that did was leave an inconsequential wound!?

However, the wound had humiliated Ursal greatly, and the head wound wasn't as ineffective as Rhali had imagined it to be. Ursal's vision spun when he got to his feet, and he nearly fell to the ground again.

This great wrath assembly was supposed to be a platform for him to showcase his might and crush others to show his superiority.

When Rhali took the stage he had been cautious, but not worried.

After all, as a seventeen year old who had broken through to the silver class at the age of fifteen how could he put any one in his eyes.

He had never expected thay he would actually be left in such a sorry state.

He had even revealed a moment of weakness just now.

A savage gleam suddenly passed by his eyes.

He raised his right arm, and a bolt of sinister-looking red light suddenly flashed above his palm.

"You are the first person who ever dared hurt me to this extent."

Ssss… the crimson fire burning above his palm grew deeper.

"And you dared to push me this far!"

Zzzt! Zzzt! Ssssss...

The crimson fire incessantly crackled at the center of Ursal's palms, densely crowding together.

Ursal lifted his palm. However, the lightning in his hands was not thrown at Rhali, but ruthlessly smashed at his own chest.

Crack!!!

The scarlet fle on Ursal's chest exploded, then, bright scarlet lines of light suddenly appeared and begun to race through his body.

With the position of his heart as the center, they rapidly spread to every corner of his body, to his limbs, fingers, neck, face… until finally they changed from a charred black to a flaming crimson.

Ursal's devilish energy energy, which had weakened before, suddenly increased, recovering to his peak state in the blink of an eye… Then, he broke through his limits as his devilish power continued to grow.

His aura inflated, and heavily pressed outward.

"Third circle...no....fourth circle of the silver class…" Somewhere in the seat of the halls, a devil lord's voice rang out in the air.

It was only a few simple words, but those words completely stunned the gathered blood wraiths into a stupor, as if they could scarcely believe what they had just heard.

"Well done, worm!" Ursal's eyes were as dark as an evil spirit's, "Very well done! Tell me then, how should I reward you!?!"

"Fourth circle… does that mean?" Jarus unconsciously reached out a hand to grab his armrests, for the first time he, a gold class devil god was so shocked that he required support.

"Heh." A smile lit up Kaldur's imposing features as a strange light flickered in his eyes.

For ones progression to be this fast in this accursed world was fundamentally impossible.

In his eyes there was only one explanation for Ursal's extremely great power.

He had assimilated a human!

"It looks like the feeling that I had before wasn't wrong." Kaldur suddenly muttered, "He could have become a devil god of the fourth circle long ago, but a restriction was set on his divine power so as not to arouse suspicion. As a result, he was not allowed to break through."

"Oh what an interesting lad!" Raya sighed.

Her words sounded like a moan and as she lightly stretched, her large bosom shook within the confines of her clothes, presenting a tempting scene no man could resist.

When a person who was already prideful was humiliated, the resulting mess was scary to say the least. Covered in vile baleful energy, Ursal growled and charged towards Rhali for the first time. His aura was also not as mild as it was before.

Rhali felt the cackle of the reaper on his neck as a genuine primal fear rose up in his soul.

His three bodies wordlessly surged with divine power and entered a manic retreat.

Ursal was faster- a clap of lightning.

He caught the unprotected back of the first Rhali, and his mouth brushed across his neck like a caress.

Suddebly in a macabre eruption of gore its head was no longer attached to its body.

The crowd went silent. Not a single person cheered as the scene which seemed to have come straight out of a nightmare played out before everyone's eyes.

"This is his true nature." One of the Twelve devil gods ascertained as he witnessed the disturbing scene.

The two remaining Rhalis locked eyes in panic.

Immediately they both performed a complex seal with their finger, casuing dark crimson marking to spread all over their flesh.

Immediately a ghastly crimson black flame different from the flames Ursal and Corcus had ignited surged up around them, rising to a height of severela hundred meters.

Slowly the markings on their felsh became even deeper. The burning crimson-black Devilish Flame suddenly distorted intensely before turning into two howling flame giants.

"This is… The blood origin clan's killer move, Extinction Nephilim! Rhali could actually use this technique!!!"

"Barely! However the blood spirit double shares his energy reserves and is incredibly hard to maintain, not to mention his soul must have suffered some backlash when the other died! Channeling two Extinction Nephilims must be extremely taxing on his mind. This should be.....his...last.....struggle."

The Extinction Nephilim's height was dozens of meters, its body and four limbs were made of flames, and its facial features could be were ghoulish and macabre.

They were condensed and formed from the Crimson Black evil Flame released by Rhali. Its aura was so thick and terrifying that by its mere presence alone, it pressured majority of the crowd even through the enegy barrier. When the Extinction Nephilim approached him, Ursal had a temporary feeling of suffocation.

To this development Ursal only had a few words.

"Ode of the phoenix." He sang cruelly.

Channeling all his divine power through one of the highest level skills contained within his infernal art , an explosion of blood coloured fire burned occurred around him as he called upon the full migh of the fire of the blood wraiths; the Essence devouring flame.

Wings of fire burned around him a lifted his figure of the ground.

That instant of demonic might and pressure caused the entire Godfall Blood Palace to fall into complete silence.

The wildly surging tendrils of fire around him coalesced into a giant flaming spear thag condensed within Ursal right hand.

Ursal's wildy flaming silhouette smashed into the first Extinction Nephilim and with a loud explosion, directly tore through the its body, leaving countless flaming fragments fluttering across the sky in its wake

Boom!!!

After destroying the first Extinction Nephilim Ursal slammed into the second Extinction Nephilim which was sent flying in an instant and smashed against the roof of the palace violently.

The entire Godfall Blood palace violently trembled and the Extinction Nephilim exploded as, raining down large fragments of the crimson-black blaze.

In an instant, all the Extinction Nephilim had been completely destroyed, and all of this had occurred at the speed of light.

And despite this magnificent display, Urslas power did not diminish in the slightes; rather he carried the power and intimidation of true phoenix as it shot towards Rhali once more.

Rhali was so shocked that his eyes were practically bulging out of his face as the phoenix violently smashed into his chest.

Boom!!!

The devilish energy shielding his body was instantly shattered by the spear of flame and the remaining power of flame burning around Ursal surged into his body.

Following the roaring explosion of phoenix flames, Rhali's body flew out like a kicked rubber ball as he miserably screamed while being sent flying into the distance.

But it was not over, and Ursals rage was far from gone.

Ursal first held a hand to his chest as streams of profound energy slowly sealed his wounds.

After that, he slowly walked towards Rhali, who was lying burned in a pool of his own blood, as a demonic and vicious aura, which had not existed in him before, rose from his body.

Ursal had slowly sauntered over in front of Rhali. A dark, cold, evil aura engulfed him as Rhali raised his arm… and just when everyone present thought that he would generate a tempest of fire to blow his helpless opponent off the arena, a terrifying storm of flame suddenly started forming in his palm. After that, he mercilessly sent the attack hurtling down towards Rhali amidst the countless horrified shouts of disbelief.

Even a Rhali that was in peak condition would struggle to resist this blow, much less a Rhali who was terribly wounded and could barely muster any strength to block this attack.

"Waaaaaahhhhh!!"

A bloodcurdling scream pierced through the noise, and it sounded so terrible that no one could believe that it came from a mighty blood wraith.

Amidst a heart-wrenching, gigantic explosion, Rhali's internal organs exploded outwards like a volcano and his body had turned into a broken and bloody meatsack that was being tossed about within the inferno before it sent him flying into the distance.

"Disgracefull!!" The blood origin devil lord suddenly yelled as he rushed towards the stage.

As a father how could possibly allow his father to suffer so!

With a thunderous roar he flew out to try to grab his son.

But before he was able to enter the area of the arena, Conan, who had prepared for this already, instantly put himself in front of Yun the blood origin devil lord. Their bodies bumped into each other, and then separated.

"Fenrig, you want to break the rules of the competition!?" Conan spoke harshly while deep in his eyes, there was a trace of cruelty.

While Kaldur was the great King, under him were the Twelve devil Lords.

Despite the amicable facade they all put out they all schemed and plotted against each other.

How then could Conan let go of this perfect chance to permanently damage the Blood origin devil lord's spirit.

"Get out of my way!" Fenrig was surrounded by the hissing sound of the corrisive evil crimson black flame Rhali jad used.

His son's life was in danger, how could he have time to care about the competition rules? He had to do whatever it took to save him, after which he would accept any and all punishment…

Unfortunately...

"Blood origin, return to your seat." Lord Kaldur commanded as his cold impassive voice descended from above.

He released a cruel mercilessly gaze that bore holes into the blood origin devil lord's body.

Fenrig's mouth moved but he could not make a single sound.

In the meantime, on the stage....