CHAPTER 161: DEATH OF BEELZEBUB

The heroes stood frozen for a moment, shaken by the sheer force Beelzebub radiated. His aura alone pressed against their bodies like a mountain. Still, none of them stepped back. They were humanity’s final hope, the last shield standing between survival and extinction.

The blonde hero lifted his sword, golden light swirling around the blade.

"Demon King Beelzebub," he declared, "your evil ends here. After you fall, the entire demon race will follow!"

He charged, kicking up ash and dust. The elf knight dashed right behind him, her blade glowing a sharp forest green. Above them, the mage rose into the air using a levitation spell. She stretched out her hands. A massive purple magic circle expanded above the battlefield, glowing with dense mana as it pointed directly at Beelzebub.

The tank planted his shield firmly between Beelzebub and the mage, bracing for impact. The priest stood behind him, light already gathering around his hands. They knew how this worked.

The mage was their heaviest weapon. When she cast large-scale spells, she was completely vulnerable. If anyone could protect her in that moment, it was the tank, and also the priest who was not a battle type.

Beelzebub watched them with a small smirk.

So coordinated. So disciplined. So predictable.

The huge purple magic circle pulsed once, then fired a beam of condensed mana, thick and roaring. It shot through the air like a divine punishment descending from the heavens.

Beelzebub didn’t even flinch.

He raised his sword and swung upward in one smooth motion.

The blade met the beam.

Boom!

A blinding explosion engulfed the battlefield, tearing the ground apart. Dust and shockwaves blasted outward, yet Beelzebub stood untouched at the center of the storm.

From the smoke, the hero and elf knight burst forward, both already mid-strike.

The hero’s blade shone with golden divine light, burning with the blessing of the gods.

The elf knight’s sword glowed green, humming with ancient forest power.

Both thrust simultaneously.

Beelzebub’s smirk widened.

He lifted his sword and blocked both attacks at once, effortlessly. The impact shattered the ground beneath them, but the Demon King didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he swung his arm and shoved both attackers back, throwing them several steps across the battlefield.

The elf knight slid across the dirt, barely catching her balance. The hero’s boots dug trenches into the ground as he skidded to a stop, stunned by the sheer force behind Beelzebub’s single counter.

Above, the mage finished chanting her next spell.

A second beam, thicker and brighter than the first, shot downward from the sky.

This time Beelzebub was forced to brace.

He stepped forward and raised his sword just as the colossal strike hit.

The blast collided with him and detonated, and the Demon King skidded backward several meters, boots digging into the earth. The shockwave cracked the dry battlefield, fissures glowing purple from residual mana.

Immediately, the hero shot forward, using the moment of distraction the mage had created. He unleashed a relentless barrage of slashes, each one glowing with divine power. But Beelzebub blocked every strike with frightening ease. Each collision between their blades created shockwaves that rattled the air itself, shaking the battlefield.

Above them, the mage was already preparing another spell. This one was even larger, denser, and more dangerous than the last. Purple symbols expanded through the sky like a widening storm. One completed cast from her could change the entire tide of the fight.

Meanwhile, the elf knight sprinted wide, circling to find the perfect opening while the hero kept Beelzebub occupied.

Beelzebub saw through their strategy instantly.

If the mage finished that spell, it would be troublesome.

Blocking the hero’s blade with one hand, he pointed his other toward the mage and fired a concentrated black beam of demonic energy.

The beam tore through the battlefield like a spear of night.

But just before it reached her, the tank leaped into the air, soaring high enough to intercept it. He raised his massive shield and took the blast head-on. The impact created a violent explosion that swallowed the tank completely before he crashed back to the ground.

He slammed his shield into the soil again and again, anchoring himself.

"You are not getting through!" he roared.

Beelzebub frowned.

That human had actually blocked him.

Annoying.

He clicked his tongue and instantly shifted his power. With a sudden burst of speed and strength, he shoved the hero back several meters and pivoted toward the elf knight, who was already mid-strike.

She did not expect him to turn so quickly, but she held her ground. She thrust her sword at him with precision and grace.

Beelzebub parried the attack effortlessly and countered.

He began swinging at full force. Each strike landed against her blades like a hammer striking an iron nail. Every block sent shocks through her arms and caused numbness to spread through her fingers. Her skin tore, her muscles burned, and her knees trembled from the force behind each attack.

She held on anyway.

The hero saw her being overwhelmed and knew she would die if he did not intervene. He launched forward, leaped high, and slashed downward.

"Die, demon!" he shouted, divine light crackling across his blade.

Beelzebub raised his sword and blocked the strike. Another shockwave exploded outward. The two of them were locked in place for several seconds before the power forced them apart. They both slid back across the ground, though the hero slid far more.

The hero’s heart pounded as he stared at Beelzebub.

This monster was beyond anything a normal warrior could touch.

He tightened both hands around his sword.

A golden magic formation appeared beneath him, spinning rapidly. When the party saw it, their eyes widened.

"You cannot use that," the elf knight shouted.

"We do not have a choice," he replied.

Wind wrapped around him. His blond hair lifted as a pillar of golden light struck down from the heavens and poured into his body. Divine energy burned through him, filling every muscle and every bone.

"You die here today, Beelzebub!" he roared.

Beelzebub watched as the divine aura expanded outward, distorting the air. He felt the purity of its power. He felt the hand of the gods behind it.

"You really are their favorite," he muttered. "For them to give everything to you just to defeat me. How amusing. Come then."

The hero launched forward with all the divine force he could muster. He thrust his sword with the determination of all humanity behind it.

Beelzebub exhaled slowly.

His own aura erupted outward, tearing through the sky like a spiraling vortex. He brought his sword forward to meet the attack.

Their blades collided.

The impact detonated the world around them.

A blinding explosion engulfed everything. The earth ruptured. A crater nearly a kilometer wide spread outward. The air burst apart with a deafening roar. Stone, dirt, and ash were thrown into the sky like rainfall.

For several seconds, there was nothing but pure silence.

And when the dust finally settled, the hero stood over a kneeling Beelzebub, blood poured from the Demon King’s body, staining the ground beneath him.

It looked like the hero had won.

But only Raze, who watched through Beelzebub’s own eyes, saw the truth.

At the final moment, Beelzebub had pulled back the vast majority of his power. He had chosen not to win.

He had chosen to die.

Because only then did he realize a truth that shattered him completely.

If he continued to live, he would never be free.

He would always be chained to war, to bloodshed, to his mother, to the expectations of a race built on hatred.

He would always be this monster, trapped in an endless cycle of killing.

So he made a different decision.

One he had never allowed himself to consider.

He chose to let himself fall.

Not because he wanted to die.

But because it was the only way to finally escape,

"Maybe i can see you again, Marceline." Beelzebub said before collapsing to the ground, dead.