THE VILLAIN'S POV

Chapter 532: Till the Last Breath (4)

With his bare fists, Beleth clashed against Frey’s swords, forcing him back.

“Infernal Rampage: Eruption of the Chaos Lords.”

Manipulating his aura, the demon Beleth formed two grotesque ghoul heads from his fists ..

Their jaws gaped open, ready to devour Frey whole.

The attack was so immense it swept through everything around them—leaving Frey trapped within the chaos.

“If this is the best humanity’s pinnacle can offer, then there was no point in me coming here at all,” Beleth laughed, crushing Frey beneath his fist.

But the response came swiftly.

A blinding violet light exploded from within the ghoulish mouths ..erasing them in an instant.

Frey didn’t just block the attack.

He retaliated ..slashing through Beleth with such speed that even the demon couldn’t hide his shock.

“Seriously…?”

Ignoring the foul black blood oozing from his wound, Beleth lunged at Frey again.

But Frey fought like a beast—utterly unconcerned for his body or the wounds inflicted on it.

He didn’t want anything but to erase his enemies from existence.

He may have tried to speak, but no proper words left his mouth anymore.

He had lost himself entirely.

There was no trace left of Frey Starlight the human ..only a twisted, mangled creature so terrifying even demons paused in wonder.

Beatrice had come—the 17th-ranked demon.

And Beleth with her—the 18th.

Both stood at the pinnacle of SS+.

A combined force capable of turning the tide of war…

But for some reason ..they still couldn’t stop Frey.

He tore across the battlefield like a madman,

His sword ripping through demonic flesh like paper.

His aura burned away faster than his blood.

And his attacks were more lethal than theirs.

It only took a few exchanges for Beleth to realize the truth:

The monster before him… was stronger.

Left with no other option, he joined forces with Beatrice.

They fought together.

Attacked him with everything they had.

But Frey didn’t fall.

He clashed with them without pause.

A monster who didn’t care about pain.

A monster whose body shook from sheer madness.

A twisted being, clawing out of hell—targeting their throats.

And in that moment ..

Beatrice understood, if only a little,

Why Frey Starlight had become the center of everything.

“What’s his secret?” she wondered, watching him.

“He hasn’t reached SSS class… but he surpasses SS+… I’ve never seen a case like this before. If there were a rank between the two—it would bear his name.”

Those were the witch’s thoughts as she tried to unravel the mystery of the monster before her.

But that curiosity vanished instantly ..

When Frey launched another Nameless Judgement, targeting both her and Beleth in one go.

Beatrice immediately summoned the strongest shield in her arsenal ..

A shield capable of withstanding even SS+ attacks.

Beleth shielded her with his own body.

But even with their combined effort…

Frey’s devastating attack shattered her shield .. and left a deep, gruesome wound across Beleth’s chest.

They survived.

But that strike left them even more terrified of this distorted monster.

“Even after combining our powers… he still managed to wound me this badly,” muttered Beleth, his tone finally serious.

“Beatrice, capturing him alive in this state is impossible. We have no choice but to kill him.”

But Beatrice immediately refused.

“No. He must stay alive. That’s Lord Wesker’s command.”

Gripping her staff tightly, the witch prepared to unleash everything she had.

“We’ll defeat him here… and drag him back with us, even if we have to shatter him to do it.”

And with those words, from either side of Frey ..

Two figures appeared in the blink of an eye, using powerful teleportation.

Both slashed into Frey with terrifying speed.

As if the battle wasn’t hard enough already ..

Now Mergo and Gavid Lindman had joined the fray, surrounding him.

“We’ll use everything at our disposal… and end it here,” said Beatrice.

Following her lead, four SS+ level warriors surrounded a single man ..

A man who swore to shoulder everything alone… and fight to the bitter end.

A man who swore he would never lose again.

That his back would never touch the ground again.

It was a brutal battle… a sorrowful fight…

For a monster forged from agony and despair.

Frey’s mind was utterly blank.

There was no way to bring him back.

Only one thing possessed him now—

An all-consuming desire to kill.

He clashed with them all.

Fought with every ounce of his soul.

He never looked back ..not once.

Never tried to escape ..not even once.

To the very end, he stood his ground ..

And showed them a hell unlike any other.

The battle raged for a long time.

The battlefield became molten with aura ..lava made not of fire, but raw aura.

That aura spread everywhere ..reshaping the land entirely.

And with every passing second,

His enemies grew more terrified.

More certain.

That this monster should never be allowed to live.

They began ignoring their orders.

They tried to kill him for real.

But even then—they couldn’t do it.

The sky abandoned its darkness ..turning violet from the sheer pressure of Frey’s aura.

It bled into everything,

Coloring the world in something new… something different.

Except for Beatrice who remained in the rear, Mergo, Gavid, and Beleth were all in horrific condition ..torn apart by his blades.

Even the witch herself had nearly exhausted her aura.

They threw everything they had at him—

And still, he didn’t fall.

He had lost consciousness.

His eyes held no light anymore.

But he still stood.

His condition was worse than all of them combined.

There wasn’t a single spot on his body left untouched ..

Except for that cursed black mask…

That mask alone sent shivers through their hearts.

Seeing him standing in that pitiful state…

They understood something:

This was a man who feared not death—but longed for it.

If his back ever touched the ground ..

It would be as a corpse. Not the living.

If they didn’t kill him…

He would keep fighting forever if he had to.

That kind of will ..

That burning fire within him ..

Left them all speechless.

Because in the end…

The man standing before them…

Was just a boy.

A boy barely nineteen years old.

A miracle who had surpassed everyone before him.

Even his father now seemed like a flickering shadow in comparison.

Realizing the magnitude of the monster before them .. They struck together.

All of them.

Aimed for his life.

Eager to end his legend.

It was a vicious struggle, right to the end.

And that end… was just a beginning.

Because Frey… was never going to escape this life so easily.

From nothingness .. a storm of searing flame erupted ..

Encircling Frey and shielding him from harm.

From the heart of that flame… emerged Phoenix Sunlight,

Pulling Frey’s broken body away ..

Dodging back as fast as he could.

The enemies reacted instantly ..targeting Phoenix at once.

But the sky flashed violently above them ..

As another figure descended ..

Raining hundreds of lightning bolts upon their heads.

Wearing the legendary Fume Knight Armor,

Maekar Valerion had entered the massacre.

Phoenix understood there was no running.

So once Frey was pulled far enough from the chaos ..

He turned back immediately, joining Maekar on the battlefield.

Terror was written on their faces as they saw what remained of the battlefield.

The sheer devastation…

Was why they had rushed here with such urgency.

They didn’t fully understand what had happened.

But their minds focused on only one thing:

The enemy is in front of us.

Another battle was about to erupt.

A fight destined to tear this cursed continent apart once more.

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