Campione: Strongest Godslayer!

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Sirzechs and Ajuka exchanged worried glances. These Gods—any one of them could give the Devils a serious beating, let alone all of them together. And among them were several of the world's top ten strongest.

Lugh - the God of Light, leader of the Celtic pantheon, ranked tenth.

Thor - the God of Thunder, who stood beside Odin, ranked sixth.

Hades - God of the Underworld, from the Greek pantheon, ranked eighth.

Indra - the Heavenly Emperor of the Hindu pantheon, his gaze fixed on Sirzechs and Ajuka with a look of amusement, ranked fifth.

And at the center, radiating an almost imperceptible aura, his face serene and impassive, the God of Destruction, Shiva, ranked third.

Seeing them gathered in the sky above the Devil's territory, Sirzechs and Ajuka were understandably terrified.

Though they were Super Devils, confident in their own power, they were, at best, at the bottom of the top ten. And now, they faced seven of the world's strongest, each capable of wielding unimaginable power.

Against such overwhelming odds, Sirzechs had no choice but to invite them to Lilith, the capital of the Devil territory—the heart of the Underworld.

Despite knowing the risks—the very real possibility of a devastating war—Sirzechs and Ajuka had led these powerful Gods to the most vulnerable location in the Devil world.

After all, one couldn't entertain such esteemed guests in a shack. If these Gods felt slighted, the consequences would be catastrophic.

In the heart of Lilith, within the spacious conference room of a magnificent building, the seven Gods, along with representatives from the various pantheons, took their seats around a massive circular table.

Michael and Azazel, having heard of the Gods' arrival, hurried to join the Four Great Satans.

As the Gods settled into their seats, a heavy silence fell over the room, a palpable pressure filling the air.

The gazes of the assembled deities were fixed on the representatives of the Biblical God's faction, an invisible weight pressing down on them, a force strong enough to crush the spirit of even an Ultimate-Class Devil.

The representatives, all Maou-level or higher, felt their hearts clench, their faces stiffening under the immense pressure.

Hades, his skeletal form radiating an aura of death, spoke, his voice laced with mockery.

"Well done, little crow and that little Bael. You managed to keep that old fool's death a secret for a thousand years. Truly… impressive."

"..." Michael's face darkened at the disrespectful term. She was about to retaliate but was restrained by Serafall, who placed a hand on her arm.

Michael took a deep breath, regaining her composure. A sly smile touched her lips.

"Such praise is undeserved, Hades-sama. May I ask… why you've chosen to appear in… that form lately? Oh, I forgot. My apologies. Tell me… does it… hurt?"

Michael's words were a jab at Hades's skeletal form—a result of the Biblical God grinding away his flesh and muscle during their… disagreement millennia ago.

Knowing the story, Michael couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt him.

The effect was immediate. Hades's skeletal face darkened, the insult—from a mere child, no less—infuriating him.

A black aura of death erupted from him, engulfing the conference room in darkness, like a shadowy flame consuming all light.

Hades's voice, cold and menacing, echoed through the darkness. "You… are looking… for a fight…"

Just then, a youthful voice rang out. "Quiet down. And it's too dark."

The darkness vanished, the conference room bathed once more in light.

The Gods turned towards the source of the voice, their eyes widening slightly.

Hades stared at Shiva, who stood before him, a single finger pressed against Hades's forehead.

That single touch had dispelled Hades's divine power, scattered the aura of death—a feat that filled Hades with shock and… fear.

"Hades-sama's power… so easily… neutralized…"

"As expected of the third strongest… He's on a completely different level…"

"With Shiva-sama leading us, we will surely succeed…"

The other Gods murmured among themselves, their confidence renewed by Shiva's effortless display of power.

They were now certain they could force the remnants of the Biblical God's faction to submit and claim their share of the two billion believers.

Shiva, a gentle smile on his face, turned his gaze towards Michael.

She gasped, a mouthful of blood spraying from her lips. Her twelve golden wings flickered, turning pale—she'd been severely wounded.

Sirzechs's eyes widened. He pulled out several vials of Phoenix Tears, pouring them into Michael's mouth. As the healing power flowed through her, her aura stabilized, and she slowly began to recover.

She looked at Shiva, who had returned to his seat, her face pale. A single glance, a flicker of the God of Destruction's power, had nearly annihilated her holy energy.

This… was the power of the third strongest… A sense of foreboding washed over Michael.

Seeing Shiva suppress Hades, then attack Michael without hesitation, Sirzechs and the others realized—this was going to be a problem.

Shiva, his form flickering, reappeared on his throne.

He looked at the Devil leaders, a polite smile on his face. "Where is your new leader? The Red Dragon Emperor? We wish to speak with him."

Sirzechs's expression hardened. "We informed Haru-sama of your arrival. He should be on his way. Please, be patient."

The room erupted in a cacophony of voices.

"The Red Dragon Emperor? He expects us, the Gods, to wait?"

Click…

The conference room door opened.

All eyes turned towards the entrance.

Shiva's eyes narrowed slightly.

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