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Chapter 120: Whispers of the Ancient Gods, A Brutal and Unreasonable Punch to Kill the Gods!
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 15:16:45 +0000 UTCAlthough Velasco thought this guess was absurd, there were still unsettling doubts in his mind.
How could a magician who practices white magic absorb dark energy, especially at such an alarming rate? It didn’t resemble anything Kamar-Taj magicians could do. In fact, it didn’t even seem to match the usual strength of a Kamar-Taj sorcerer.
How was it possible for a human to absorb so much dark energy without collapsing? This was on a scale that could annihilate entire planets!
Velasco had released a portion of energy that was several times greater than his original strength. And yet, Aaron stood firm, absorbing it with ease.
How could a physical body—one that had not yet transformed into a magical entity—possibly withstand this level of power, which could destroy the Earth itself?
Outrageous!
The energy Aaron absorbed could easily destroy several planets if it were used in the real universe. The thought of someone enduring it, let alone thriving on it, terrified Velasco.
He doubted even the ancient gods could absorb so much energy, let alone withstand it. What kind of physical and magical requirements were needed for such a feat?
Could anyone—anyone—possibly defeat this being now that he had absorbed so much power? Maybe only the ancient gods had a chance!
Realizing the severity of the situation, Velasco barked orders at his demon army.
"Are they all idiots? Didn't you see how I confronted the intruders? Hurry up!"
The demon army, initially reluctant to approach due to the intensity of the battle, obeyed their king’s order. They believed that the intruder had been trapped in his fight against Velasco, and once they got close, they could easily overwhelm him.
However, they were wrong. The moment they attempted to engage Aaron, they were instantly obliterated by the sheer force of Aaron's energy.
In a flash, Aaron appeared in the center of the army and raised his hand. The demons charged forward, only to have their weapons shatter upon contact with his body. The shockwaves sent many demons reeling, their bodies shaking from the impact.
Then, Aaron transformed into a blinding golden sun, radiating a wave of fiery energy that engulfed everything in its path.
The rays were so intense they could rival the sun’s light, and the shockwave that followed was reminiscent of a nuclear explosion.
In an instant, the demon army was reduced to tiny particles—nothing more than dust in the wind.
Once the army was destroyed, Aaron absorbed all the energy left behind. His body acted like a vortex, sucking in the remnants without any sign of exhaustion.
Velasco’s brow furrowed deeply. This was... brutal. He couldn’t understand how anyone could continue to absorb energy without consequences.
Aaron, meanwhile, calmly acknowledged, “Too polite of you. I didn’t expect you to send such a nice gift.”
Velasco cursed under his breath. He had been driven to the point of desperation, and he realized that if this continued, he would have no chance.
Frustrated, Velasco finally stopped the energy beam and charged toward Aaron, wielding a massive ax.
Aaron didn’t even flinch. No matter how strong Velasco’s physical abilities were, they couldn’t compare to his own. And Aaron’s fighting skills, honed to the highest level (LV6), left him unbothered by the impending strike.
Suddenly, Aaron paused and looked down. To his surprise, the ground had transformed into quicksand, trapping his legs.
Velasco smiled in triumph, preparing to strike with his ax.
But just as he swung it down, his expression changed. Several duplicates of Aaron appeared beside him, each delivering a synchronized punch to his body.
Aaron’s body, as tough as it was, was the strongest weapon he had—his fists.
Velasco had no time to react, and despite trying to block with his ax, the weapon was crushed and left numerous holes in his body.
As Velasco struggled to get up, Aaron calmly extracted himself from the quicksand and raised his brows. "Don’t bother. Your shapeshifting won't work on me!"
“Mind control again?” Aaron smirked. “Sorry, you’re still far behind. Try harder next time.”
Velasco, enraged, unleashed several more magic attacks, but Aaron calmly countered, pointing out each trick as if Velasco were a child playing at magic. His repeated curses and illusions had no effect on Aaron at all.
Velasco, now furious, demanded, "Who are you, really? What's your goal? Maybe we can talk about cooperation!"
But Aaron was already past that point. He had no interest in discussing anything with someone so far beneath him.
"I am the God of Magic," Aaron replied coolly, "Aaron."
“God of Magic?” Velasco was taken aback. “I’ve never heard of you.”
Aaron understood immediately. It seemed that after the defeats suffered by Faith and Dormammu, the ancient gods had made sure to conceal their failures. They didn’t want the other dimensions to know about their losses, as it would destroy their reputations.
At that moment, Velasco’s confusion gave Aaron clarity. He was dealing with an ancient god’s servant, someone who had been empowered by their will but hadn’t yet fully realized the depths of their power.
Aaron’s gaze turned cold and calculating. “You must die now, Velasco. You’re the last piece in the puzzle.”
With that, Aaron struck again. Each attack was so powerful it shattered the very air around them, reducing Velasco’s defenses to nothing.
But just as Aaron was about to land the final blow, something strange happened. A mysterious force passed through multiple dimensions, making its way toward Velasco's broken body. It wasn’t just any force—it was the power of the ancient gods.
Aaron frowned. This wasn’t good. If the ancient gods had decided to intervene directly, they might stop him from finishing Velasco off.
In a flash, the power of the ancient gods flowed into Velasco’s broken form, instantly healing him and increasing his power.
“Hahaha!” Velasco laughed maniacally. “You can’t kill me! I am the lord of the border of hell, a servant of the ancient gods. I will be reborn again and again!”
Aaron, his fists clenched, could see that Velasco’s mind was breaking down. He had already begun to lose his sanity, overwhelmed by the ancient god’s influence. But Aaron wasn’t done yet.
No matter how many times Velasco was resurrected, Aaron’s strikes were absolute.
Finally, with a mighty blow, Aaron unleashed a punch that made even the ancient gods tremble in fear.
Velasco, caught in the endless cycle of death and rebirth, fell into madness, his mind shattered. With the ancient gods’ whispers still echoing in his ears, he had become little more than a puppet—a demon twisted by forces far beyond his control.
Aaron, realizing that conventional means of dealing with Velasco wouldn't suffice, sealed him away in a dimensional prison, ensuring that he could never threaten the world again.
“Sometimes,” Aaron thought to himself, “the only way to deal with the dangerous is to banish them, forever.”
And with that, Velasco's reign of terror came to an end.
