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Chapter 139: The Damage Caused by the Great Coercion—One Man Monopolizes Hell!
🕑 Added 2025-03-18 13:05:05 +0000 UTC"The Lord of Hell is furious!"
"Who dared to provoke the King of Hell this time? Who has the guts?!"
"Could it be Black Heart? But didn't he lose his strength after certain incidents? It shouldn’t be at such a critical time."
"Watch your mouth! Have you forgotten what happened to the last demon who spoke so carelessly?"
"Judging by this battle, I fear the culprit will be torn apart by the enraged King of Hell..."
The clash between Mephisto and Aaron had drawn the attention of many demons in the Hell Dimension.
Usually, Hell remained relatively quiet, and the recent mass death of high-ranking demon lords had been the most shocking event in a millennium.
Some demons had attempted to uncover the details, but many were slaughtered by furious demon lords before they could learn much.
Black Heart had even issued a warning: Anyone who dares to discuss it will die!
As a result, most demons refrained from digging deeper. Discussions were confined to their own territories, whispered in hushed voices.
Still, the general outline of that fateful day had spread:
Two human magicians rampaged through the Hell Dimension.
Had the King of Hell not intervened, even more demon lords would have perished—perhaps even Black Heart himself.
Rumors suggested that the incident was closely tied to the reputation of the high-ranking demon lords, prompting a collective effort to suppress the truth.
Thus, the event had become a rare taboo topic in Hell.
Since then, the atmosphere in Hell had changed. The once oppressive calm was now a fragile silence, like the moment before a storm.
And today, the tension was at its peak.
From the darkness to the light, the wrath of the King of Hell was bound to have far-reaching consequences.
While the lower-ranked demons speculated among themselves, numerous demon lords had gathered near the battlefield, watching the confrontation from the energy center.
Among them stood The Simpsons, a high-ranking demon.
These demons were survivors of the last disaster.
Under normal circumstances, they would have been attacking or mocking each other.
But after facing life and death together, a common enemy had eased their rivalries—if only temporarily.
Mephisto subconsciously covered his face when he saw the scene unfold.
Just moments ago, Aaron had pummeled him relentlessly, delivering countless punches to his face.
That was before the Black Heart arrived.
Now, witnessing the fate of the Black Heart, Mephisto couldn't help but think of his own humiliation. Was he just as pitiful when he was attacked?
He didn't laugh at Black Heart anymore. Instead, he saw himself in the same vulnerable position, feeling the sting of his own helplessness.
"Black Heart, I’ll help you!" Mephisto called out.
"Shut up, I don’t need your help!" Black Heart snapped back.
As soon as Mephisto spoke, he was knocked back by Black Heart. Not only did Black Heart not appreciate it, but it also felt as if he was mocking him—laughing at his own failure.
Frustrated, Mephisto stood up once more, this time with more caution. He didn’t attack recklessly again. Instead, he waited for his injury to heal before striking again.
After a brief moment, he charged forward, a dark energy ball forming in his hand. With a swift motion, he aimed it downwards, but before it could make contact, Aaron casually swept Black Heart aside. This time, Aaron didn’t mock or spare him; he simply raised his leg and kicked Black Heart far away, sending him flying like a star across the battlefield. The Black Heart Demon crashed through a blood-red cloud, disappearing into the void.
The demon lords, who had been watching this unfold from the sidelines, were struck by this turn of events.
They blinked, momentarily stunned.
"If I’m not mistaken... that was Black Heart? Why... did he fly away?"
One demon spoke cautiously, aware that the Black Heart hadn't taken flight willingly, but was kicked away.
The sheer power Aaron had displayed in sending the Black Heart flying made the demon lords realize just how formidable he was. If Aaron could knock the Black Heart Demon around so easily, they were no match for him.
"What should we do? If, and I mean if, he’s the one responsible..."
"To hell with him! We outnumber him! He’s just one magician!" another demon spat.
"But... can a mere magician really defeat the Black Heart like that? There were palm marks on his face... did he just get slapped?" one demon observed, squinting. In that brief moment, he saw the Black Heart Demon’s black skin distort to reveal a swollen face.
"No way... Black Heart got slapped?" another demon murmured.
The demons were slightly distracted by the unexpected humiliation, but they quickly refocused.
They needed to know if Aaron was truly the one responsible. If he was, revenge would be swift.
Meanwhile, Mephisto, still recovering from his last confrontation with Aaron, tried again to regroup. He raised his consciousness and, under his control, turned the surrounding energy into a magical cage, attempting to trap Aaron.
Aaron, with his immense resistance to magic, easily shattered the cage with a single motion. His magic immunity rendered it useless.
Not missing a beat, Mephisto braced himself for a new attack from Aaron, but the heat emanating from Aaron's eyes intensified as he approached. Mephisto struggled to hold his ground, raising a magic shield in a desperate effort to resist.
Aaron’s heat vision was a force to be reckoned with, the temperature building with every step he took. The pressure pushed Mephisto back further, but Aaron continued his advance.
Finally, when Aaron closed the gap, Mephisto disintegrated into black mist, retreating outside the battlefield.
He glared at the watching demon lords, his fury rising. "You bastards are just standing there watching? Let’s see what happens when you get involved!"
The demons realized who the intruder was now—Aaron. They had all seen him before, back when he came with the Ancient One. Despite a few changes in appearance, it was undoubtedly him.
"It’s him!" one of the demons shouted.
"Dammit! He’s alone! Let’s take him down together!" another yelled.
With rage boiling in their veins, the demon lords charged forward, ready to exact revenge on Aaron for the humiliation he had caused them.
Aaron, however, was undeterred. He replicated himself, sending dozens of duplicates to fight the many demon lords. Meanwhile, he advanced toward Mephisto once again.
The demon lords, seeing Aaron’s duplicates engage in combat, were enraged. How dare he treat them with such disregard? But when they faced the duplicates, they were taken aback. The clones were stronger than they expected.
The demons, unaccustomed to facing Aaron’s power directly, began suffering heavy casualties—missing limbs, broken bones, and worse.
For a while, there was chaos.
However, the demon lords quickly regained their composure. They weren’t about to lose here. They shifted tactics, abandoning close combat and instead resorting to magic.
Seeing this, Mephisto smirked, thinking he had outsmarted Aaron.
"Hahahaha! You’ve been tricked!" he jeered. "Let’s see how you deal with me now!"
BOOM!
"That scent... Damn human! I’ve finally found you! You’re DEAD today!"
The demon lords’ discussion was abruptly interrupted by a furious roar from the Black Heart Demon.
Annoyed, the demon lords cast displeased glances at him.
But the Black Heart Demon ignored them.
He charged straight through their ranks, rushing into the energy vortex to join the battle.
The demon lords frowned.
What was he up to?
Normally, if someone provoked Mephisto, Black Heart wouldn’t intervene.
At most, he would form an alliance with the challenger just to spite Mephisto.
Remaining neutral and simply watching the fight was the best-case scenario.
Yet today, he was actively aiding Mephisto?
Had the sun risen in the west?
Curious, the demon lords postponed their discussion.
Still, they kept the name Cassie in mind.
While gathering believers in the real universe had always been a passing thought, the Kamar-Taj magicians had made it difficult.
Their believers were constantly hunted down before they could gain power.
For centuries, even the strongest demon followers in the real universe remained insignificant mortals.
If they wanted to accomplish anything, they would need to invest energy into their followers.
But they hesitated.
Could those mortals be another of Aaron’s tricks?
What could those mortals even offer in exchange?
Could they be trusted?
They had been burned once before.
And demons weren’t philanthropists. Even if they sought revenge, they had no intention of aiding others for free.
Thus, the matter had been indefinitely delayed.
But this time, things were different.
If followers of the Lord of the Dark Dimension were involved, then maybe—just maybe—there was real hope.
For now, however, the most pressing matter was the battle unfolding before them.
The Black Heart’s unusual behavior piqued their interest.
Then, suddenly—
One demon stammered, his voice uncertain:
"Do you think... the one fighting Mephisto this time could be... him?"
"Him?!"
The other demons exchanged glances.
The Black Heart’s rage...
Mephisto’s fury...
The likelihood of this being Aaron was high.
Immediately, the dark aura in the air thickened.
The demons across the Hell Dimension felt a wave of panic.
It was like a premonition—the feeling that an apocalyptic war was on the horizon.
On the battlefield, Mephisto was shocked by Aaron’s raw power.
His opponent wasn’t even using magic—only his body—yet he effortlessly deflected every attack.
And it didn’t seem difficult for him at all.
Hadn’t it only been a short while since they last met?
How had he changed so drastically?
He looked taller, more muscular, but this level of power...
Aaron wasn’t just blocking attacks with magic—he was physically resisting them.
Outrageous!
Wait… Could this be a spell?
Mephisto’s demon intuition kicked in.
He must be using magic to enhance his divine body for defense!
A spell similar to defensive runes, just on a higher level.
The Black Heart, however, wasn’t thinking that deeply.
He lunged at Aaron, claws extended.
But in a blink, Aaron caught his arm and—
SNAP!
With one fluid motion, Aaron twisted it like a wet towel, completely breaking it.
Then, with a casual flick—
The Black Heart was sent flying into the distance.
"Go take a shower first, then come back, alright?" Aaron mocked.
The demon lords outside the battlefield watched in stunned silence.
And then—
All Hell broke loose.
Mephisto subconsciously covered his face when he saw the scene unfold.
Just moments ago, Aaron had pummeled him relentlessly, delivering countless punches to his face.
That was before the Black Heart arrived.
Now, witnessing the fate of the Black Heart, Mephisto couldn't help but think of his own humiliation. Was he just as pitiful when he was attacked?
He didn't laugh at the Black Heart anymore. Instead, he saw himself in the same vulnerable position, feeling the sting of his own helplessness.
"Black Heart, I’ll help you!" Mephisto called out.
"Shut up, I don’t need your help!" the Black Heart snapped back.
As soon as Mephisto spoke, he was knocked back by the Black Heart. Not only did the Black Heart not appreciate it, but it also felt as if he was mocking him—laughing at his own failure.
Frustrated, Mephisto stood up once more, this time with more caution. He didn’t attack recklessly again. Instead, he waited for his injury to heal before striking again.
After a brief moment, he charged forward, a dark energy ball forming in his hand. With a swift motion, he aimed it downwards, but before it could make contact, Aaron casually swept the Black Heart aside. This time, Aaron didn’t mock or spare him; he simply raised his leg and kicked the Black Heart far away, sending him flying like a star across the battlefield. The Black Heart crashed through a blood-red cloud, disappearing into the void.
The demon lords, who had been watching this unfold from the sidelines, were struck by this turn of events.
They blinked, momentarily stunned.
"If I’m not mistaken... that was Black Heart? Why... did he fly away?"
One demon spoke cautiously, aware that the Black Heart hadn't taken flight willingly, but was kicked away.
The sheer power Aaron had displayed in sending the Black Heart flying made the demon lords realize just how formidable he was. If Aaron could knock the Black Heart around so easily, they were no match for him.
"What should we do? If, and I mean if, he’s the one responsible..."
"To hell with him! We outnumber him! He’s just one magician!" another demon spat.
"But... can a mere magician really defeat the Black Heart like that? There were palm marks on his face... did he just get slapped?" one demon observed, squinting. In that brief moment, he saw the Black Heart’s black skin distort to reveal a swollen face.
"No way... the Black Heart got slapped?" another demon murmured.
The demons were slightly distracted by the unexpected humiliation, but they quickly refocused.
They needed to know if Aaron was truly the one responsible. If he was, revenge would be swift.
Meanwhile, Mephisto, still recovering from his last confrontation with Aaron, tried again to regroup. He raised his consciousness and, under his control, turned the surrounding energy into a magical cage, attempting to trap Aaron.
Aaron, with his immense resistance to magic, easily shattered the cage with a single motion. His magic immunity rendered it useless.
Not missing a beat, Mephisto braced himself for a new attack from Aaron, but the heat emanating from Aaron's eyes intensified as he approached. Mephisto struggled to hold his ground, raising a magic shield in a desperate effort to resist.
Aaron’s heat vision was a force to be reckoned with, the temperature building with every step he took. The pressure pushed Mephisto back further, but Aaron continued his advance.
Finally, when Aaron closed the gap, Mephisto disintegrated into black mist, retreating outside the battlefield.
He glared at the watching demon lords, his fury rising. "You bastards are just standing there watching? Let’s see what happens when you get involved!"
The demons realized who the intruder was now—Aaron. They had all seen him before, back when he came with the Ancient One. Despite a few changes in appearance, it was undoubtedly him.
"It’s him!" one of the demons shouted.
"Dammit! He’s alone! Let’s take him down together!" another yelled.
With rage boiling in their veins, the demon lords charged forward, ready to exact revenge on Aaron for the humiliation he had caused them.
Aaron, however, was undeterred. He replicated himself, sending dozens of duplicates to fight the many demon lords. Meanwhile, he advanced toward Mephisto once again.
The demon lords, seeing Aaron’s duplicates engage in combat, were enraged. How dare he treat them with such disregard? But when they faced the duplicates, they were taken aback. The clones were stronger than they expected.
The demons, unaccustomed to facing Aaron’s power directly, began suffering heavy casualties—missing limbs, broken bones, and worse.
For a while, there was chaos.
However, the demon lords quickly regained their composure. They weren’t about to lose here. They shifted tactics, abandoning close combat and instead resorting to magic.
Seeing this, Mephisto smirked, thinking he had outsmarted Aaron.
"Hahahaha! You’ve been tricked!" he jeered. "Let’s see how you deal with me now!"
