Chapter 413: Chapter 407: Earth-Shattering

Fatian Xiangdi is not a simple divine skill of swelling and enlarging the body.

In the classic showdown of “Journey to the West,” when the Revealed True Lord Erlang Shen used this method, his form swelled to a length of ten thousand meters, transforming into a god and demon appearance with a blue face and tusks, hair blazing skyward. Sun Wukong then imitated him, their statues alike, their expressions similar… Rather than simply enlarging, Fatian Xiangdi is more like a Great Divine Power that summons the dharma aspect of heaven and earth.

Without a mirror, Leon currently has no way of knowing the true appearance of his dharma aspect.

Anyway, the spell he mastered through the Golden Finger reward always carries some “house rules” characteristics. At least one thing is certain, his dharma aspect is not a four-legged dragon form, but a human form, a half-dragon human form, with a gaping mouth, sharp teeth and claws, wings, and a tail—all complete.

On this boundless Blood War Battlefield, without mountains as reference, Leon doesn’t know how tall he is or if he’s ten thousand meters tall; he only knows his line of sight is extremely high. The volcano spewing Fierce Flame in the distance looks like a small hill, and the battling demons and devils are reduced to ants.

Leon overlooks the ant-like battlefield below, the clash of demons and devils in his eyes is just two nests of ants fighting.

He doesn’t care if demons and devils are mixed together, slowly raising his right foot, the shadow drapes over the battlefield, spanning hundreds or even thousands of meters.

When Leon’s foot lands, the entire Aphnas seems to tremble.

Hundreds and thousands, thousands and tens of thousands of demons and devils didn’t even have time to scream before being crushed into meat paste under the power enough to level mountains, leaving a gigantic footprint in the ground.

In the face of this earth-shattering might, the instinct of intelligent beings finally surpasses the frenzy of the Blood War.

Not to mention those indisciplined demons, even the devil who obey orders and is unafraid of death are frightened out of their wits.

High-level demons and devils capable of teleportation hurriedly cast teleportation spells, flocks of Vrock demons, Bone Demons, Lust Demons, and Horned Demons collide in the air; the ground troops fall into chaos—the Iron Cavalry Demons drive their mounts to trample the demons, Chain Demons wield chains toward their fellow army demons.

However, demons never lack foolish brutes, dozens of Fierce Battle Demons scramble up Leon’s leg like fleas under the whip of a Demon Lord, and groups of suicide Vrock demons dive towards Leon’s face like locusts.

Leon merely waved his hand carelessly; the Vrock demons promptly fell to the ground like raindrops, and when he stamped his foot, the Fierce Battle Demons clinging to his leg fell off like sand.

“Is that real?” Zarriel pointed firmly at Leon, clenching her fists, nails embedded deep in her palms.

That enormous half-dragon figure who is taller than the volcano—is it really the transformation of the Red Dragon?

So big, can the deity she once served transform into such a terrifying size?

Zarriel saw her loyal army—an elite force she had managed for many years—being stomped to death by the towering half-dragon, turned into a carpet of blood and flesh, her eyes widened with rage.

“My Lord!” cried the Lust Demon adjutant, but Zarriel had already drawn her weapon and transformed into a burning meteor rushing skyward. As the ruler of Aphnas, anyone can flee, but she mustn’t escape like a stray dog.

“Who are you?” Zarriel’s voice was hoarse, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“And who are you?” Leon said as he swung his palm at Zarriel.

If the Vrock demons fly as slowly as moths, then Zarriel flies as swiftly as a bee. Leon swung several palms but failed to hit Zarriel; she was more nimble than he imagined, and finally, Zarriel even managed to sting Leon’s face once like a bee.

A scorching pain suddenly emanated from his cheek—Zarriel’s longsword had drawn a slight blood mark on his face. Although insignificant, it was enough to infuriate Leon; he abruptly changed tactics, clapping his palms together to trap Zarriel.

For Leon, if he were an adult, Zarriel would be no bigger than a bee, at best the size of a horsefly. It wasn’t easy for Leon to hit her, but he could lose countless times, whereas Zarriel could only afford to lose once… She was caught by Leon, pinched in his hand, clenched tightly, and subsequently, he hurled her toward the ground like throwing a stone.

The water of the Nether River splashed up innumerable waves; Zarriel plunged into the riverbed like a falling star, carving a long furrow on the dark riverbed, countless wailing souls shattered by the shockwave.

When the Aphnas lord struggled to rise from the riverbed mud, her iconic Fiery Flame Halo had extinguished, exposing her pale scalp to the eerie light of the Nether River, resembling a peeled egg, utterly resembles a drenched chicken.

The water of the Nether River carries a curse of evil magic; it can make anyone it touches feel like they’re under the Stupidity Technique, but it’s unlikely to affect a Great Devil.

Zarriel crawled out of the Nether River, lying by the riverbank, her vacant eyes reflecting the grey sky… true despair was the suffocating feeling where even thoughts of revenge couldn’t arise.

She didn’t know beforehand and only realized its terrifying nature upon facing it firsthand, that towering figure had already become a branding stamp upon her soul.

For a moment, Zarriel even wished the cursed water of the Nether River could wash away her memory. Not the honor of a warrior or the dignity of a ruler, merely the basic fear instinct of a loser.

Leon swatted Zarriel away and stomped to death an uncountable number of demons and devils; holding his Divine Sword in his right hand, his sword could enlarge with him, while his left hand swept across his leg, brushing off the demons climbing on him as if dust, he shouted loudly, “Who else?”

“Anyone else?” Leon’s voice thundered like a storm.

The surviving devils and demons were terrified, scattering in a panic, and no one dared to approach.

At this moment, the former Avernus Lord Bell took to the air, flying to stand in front of Leon. Everyone held their breath, thinking he would be swatted away like Zarriel… yet unexpectedly, that super gigantic half-dragon man halted his actions.

“Alright, I’ll give you face, Bell.”

This was Leon’s chance for Bell to shine, something Zarriel couldn’t accomplish, yet he did.

“Demons, get out of Avernus.”

Leon laughed heartily, stepping over to the demons, attacking them. If any devil happened to be trampled to death, they could only blame their bad luck… in this kind of battle, who could spare the thought to distinguish friend from foe, who could tell which of the swarm of ants was good or bad?

On the Blood War Battlefield, the devil army had already wisely retreated, leaving the demon army backed against the Nether River as Leon’s best targets.

Prime demons were like grains of sand, not worth mentioning, and Fierce Battle Demons were at most annoying little red ants, while Goristros were big black ants. Only those cunning Balors, relying on their Teleportation Technique and wings, fled everywhere, causing headaches.

Leon caught sight of a familiar figure—Gnoll Lord Yenogu.

Leon reached out to grab Yenogu, but unfortunately, the little mutt ran swiftly, leaving behind only his poor demon transporter Krukoktoik. This entity, deemed a giant beast in the eyes of ordinary demons, was like a wriggling mudskipper in Leon’s grasp.

Splat—

Leon casually hurled Krukoktoik onto the ground and then stomped on him, crushing him into a pulp, his malodorous bodily fluids splattering like a volcanic eruption.

Leon stomped on demons along the Nether River, crushing a swath with each step, occasionally grabbing a demon-transporting barge from the river and tearing it in half, or swinging his Divine Sword… The ferrymen profiting off Nether River commerce, specializing in demon transport and supplies, charging exorbitant commissions, had met their doom, perishing along with their ships.

Zarriel was still lying by the Nether River, while Bell organized a devil counterattack against the demons, following behind Leon. Those devils who used to be sarcastic now dared not say a word, trying to drive the demons completely out of Avernus… Although still outnumbered, the demon army was utterly routed.

The devils kept advancing, driving numerous demons toward the Nether River.

The Nether River, churning with sickly white foam, was now filled with demon corpses and fragments of limbs.

The Demon Lord was raging, yet could only fume impotently from a safe distance.

Leon trudged with heavy steps, his presence making demons flee at the mere sight of him, traversing from one battlefield to the next, slaughtering how many demons, more than hundreds of thousands… He was immensely tall, but the area of his feet was limited; unless he was willing to roll on the battlefield without regard for his image, it was tough to annihilate those scattered mobs.

In truth, not that many demons died under Leon’s feet; most were trampled to death by their fleeing kind, killed by counterattacking devils, or drowned in the Nether River in their desperate flight.

Leon finally stopped—the time was very short, but for most people, it felt very long—as his gaze swept around.

Leon saw the Wandering Mall, with someone there watching him.

The hairdresser at the Wandering Mall, Bunnie, appeared to be an optimistic, well-maintained Calinsan human woman, but her true form was an Ancient Red Copper Dragon named Baralis, assigned by Bahamut to reside in Avernus, keeping a close watch on the increasing activities of Tiamat’s followers.

Leon averted his gaze, noticing Zarriel struggling to stand up.

Leon keenly noted a fortress in the mountain adorned with jagged, crown-like spikes, with a gaze emanating unmistakably from Tiamat, cautiously avoiding his gaze… The Evil Dragon Queen, powerful and aloof, rarely took action unless her victory was absolutely certain.

At this moment, who knew how many gazes were upon Avernus, upon Leon.

The demons had already fled in great confusion, whether the devils could drive all demons out of Avernus was none of Leon’s concern. He had given Bell a grand opportunity to shine, but whether Bell could finally reclaim the throne of Avernus was not his problem.

Leon chose not to pursue the demons further because he was leaving, leaving Avernus.

“Truly uninteresting.” Leon muttered, retracting his form, transforming into a rainbow light to leave the Blood War Battlefield, taking out the Plane Talisman with the Material Plane as the target… He had to leave; he was now drained of Mana, not a drop left, and could only maintain Fatian Xiangdi for a minute or two.

No matter what, the feeling of making a grand exit was indeed quite nice.