Chapter 1961: Shir vs Four Demon Earls
Chapter 1961: Shir vs Four Demon Earls
The air around Shir grew heavier as his terrifying presence spread through the sky.
The battlefield below seemed to freeze for a moment as warriors from both sides sensed his arrival.
Far away, the four Demon Earls noticed what was happening. Their expressions turned serious as they immediately abandoned their formation and flew toward Shir.
However, they stopped at a safe distance, carefully observing the situation. Even though they were powerful, they knew that Shir was no easy opponent.
Sifrona struggled against his grip, her flames flaring wildly around her. But Shir only tightened his hold, his smile cold and merciless.
Shir's gaze shifted toward the four Demon Earls floating at a distance—Furfur, Malthus, Raum, and Bifrons. His eyes narrowed, and a cold, mocking smile appeared on his face.
"You're all just going to stand there?" he said casually, his voice carrying over the howling wind and raging battlefield. "How boring."
Without warning, he grabbed Sifrona's right arm with his free hand.
Crack!
The sickening sound of bones breaking echoed in the air.
"AAAAHHHHH!"
Sifrona's scream of agony pierced the night as Shir twisted her arm with brutal force. Her watery eyes filled with pain, and blood trickled down the side of her mouth. Her once-gorgeous body was now bruised, cut, and covered in blood. Her fiery aura flickered weakly.
But the four Demon Earls didn't move.
They knew what Shir was doing—this was a trap. He wanted them angry.
He wanted them to lose focus. If they rushed at him, the altar behind him would be left alone, allowing his forces to finish its construction without interruption.
They weren't going to fall for it.
"Ignore the enemy leader. Push forward!" Furfur shouted, his deep voice filled with authority.
"Don't stop until that altar is dust!" Malthus added.
"Don't fall for the bait! Go straight for the altar!" Raum commanded the troops below.
"Charge! Take down their last hope!" Bifrons roared, his eyes fixed on the massive structure in the distance.
The demonic army responded immediately. Like a wave of chaos, they surged toward the nearly completed altar, following their generals' orders without hesitation.
Shir's smile faded.
So they weren't going to take the bait?
"Fine," he said coldly. "Then I'll make sure you can't give out orders anymore."
He turned his gaze back to Sifrona, who was barely conscious in his grip. Blood dripped from her broken arm, her breathing ragged.
"Little bird," Shir whispered, almost gently. "I'll come back for you. But for now… watch closely. Watch how your army's generals fall one by one."
And then—
Rip.
He grabbed her left arm and yanked it with brutal force.
Tear.
The arm was ripped clean from her shoulder.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"
Sifrona screamed louder than before. Her eyes rolled back from the sheer pain, her body trembling as more blood poured out of her.
Shir didn't even blink. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed her broken body through the air like discarded trash.
Thud!
She crashed onto the terrace of a half-ruined three-story house, her body hitting the stone hard. Dust rose around her as she rolled over, groaning in pain. Her wings had vanished, her fire dimmed. But she was still alive.
And Shir had made sure of it. Because he wanted her to watch everything.
"Don't die yet," he said, turning his back to her. "You still need to witness your leaders fall."
And with that, Shir's bloodlust surged like a storm. His body pulsed with divine power as he began to walk in the air toward the four Demon Earls—step by step.
BOOM!
A loud explosion of mana echoed across the sky as Shir launched himself forward like a cannonball.
His giant muscular body cut through the air with terrifying speed, a golden trident appearing in his hand.
The Hex weapon pulsed with divine energy and glowed with golden-blue light. It was taller than Shir himself, and the moment it appeared, the atmosphere turned heavy with pressure.
The four Demon Earls narrowed their eyes as they saw Shir charging at them alone, without any backup.
"He's coming…" Furfur muttered.
"Where is our liege? What should we do now? We could have won against a mere S-Ranked being. But this man… he is God Raashim's avatar," Malthus said grimly.
"Who knows where our liege is. We have to deal with this thing ourselves. Fly up. We can't fight near the ground," Raum said quickly.
"If we clash there, too many of our men will die," Bifrons added.
The four Demon Earls looked at each other for a moment. No words were needed. They came to a tacit understanding and immediately shot up into the sky, moving away from the battlefield below.
Winds howled around them as they ascended higher, preparing for the coming storm.
Shir smirked and followed. Despite being the carrier of a water-element God Spark, his aerial speed was terrifying. Within seconds, he was upon them.
Then—the battle between the generals of both sides erupted.
Shir unleashed a powerful water-element Skill. Huge spheres of high-pressure water, sharp as blades and heavy as boulders, shot out from around him.
He controlled the water like a god of the ocean, pushing it with his S-Rank mana and divine might. The sky itself seemed to twist and warp under the pressure of his powers.
Three Demon Earls—Raum, Malthus, and Bifrons—were forced on the defensive, blocking and dodging the rain of deadly attacks. The sky turned into a battleground of destruction, with waves, whirlpools, and water spikes tearing through the air.
The pressure generated by the water was so potent that a series of sonic booms was generated. If any regular Ranker below the A-Rank dared to stay in the vicinity, they would have trouble breathing.
Meanwhile, Shir personally targeted Furfur.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Their weapons collided midair—Furfur's dark spear against Shir's radiant trident. Sparks flew as mana clashed, shaking the sky with each hit.
'This man… his weapon proficiency is no less than our liege.'
Furfur gritted his teeth. He was fast and powerful, but Shir's skill with the trident was too much. Only someone like Eren could put up a fight against him in terms of weapon-based close combat.
Every time Furfur tried to counter, Shir parried. Every time he attacked, Shir blocked and returned the strike even harder.
Then—
SHLUNK!
"Argh!" Furfur grunted as Shir's trident pierced his right thigh. Blood sprayed out as a wave of divine force surged into his body. The foreign mana burned inside him like fire, trying to tear him apart from within.
"Furfur!" Malthus shouted, but he was still fending off deadly water spikes from Shir's previous attack.
Furfur's eyes glowed with fury. He clenched his jaw and screamed.
Demon Soul Fragment—ignite!
His body pulsed with dark purple energy as he released the power of his Demon Soul Fragment. Then—he stabbed forward with all his might.
BOOM!
A shockwave burst out as his spear landed on Shir's shoulder. The divine armor cracked and blood spilled, forcing Shir to fly backward a few meters.
But Shir didn't fall.
Instead, he cracked his neck with a sick smile. "Heh… Not bad."
The wound on his shoulder began to close rapidly as golden light covered the area. Divine blessings from God Raashim surged through his veins, healing him in real-time.
"You'll have to try harder," he mocked.
Before he could move again—
SWOOSH!
Malthus broke free from the water cage holding him back and charged straight at Shir. His black sword, cursed with hex energy, shimmered with power.
The second Demon Earls also ignited his Demon Soul Fragment.
Malthus's aura exploded, and he slashed down with full force. The cursed sword landed on Shir's side, tearing through his defenses and sending blood flying.
"Haaaaaaah!" Bifrons and Raum joined in, attacking from both sides.
In seconds, Shir was surrounded.
A battle between truly heavyweight monsters began.
The sky lit up with Skills, slashes, explosions, and roars. Even the clouds were torn apart as the five powerhouses fought like gods in the heavens.
Shir suffered serious injuries. Deep cuts. Broken ribs. Blood gushed from his side, and his armor was torn in several places.
But he didn't fall.
Because he wasn't just strong—he was blessed by a god. A genuine Immortal being.
The divine force inside him roared like a storm, healing his wounds and empowering his attacks. His God Spark—powered by the faith of thousands—kept him going like an unstoppable force of nature.
The four Demon Earls, despite their combined efforts, began to lose ground.
Shir's trident pierced Raum's stomach. He slammed his elbow into Bifrons' face, breaking bones. He kicked Malthus down from the sky, sending him crashing through a hill.
Finally, Furfur tried to land another blow, but Shir twisted midair and blasted him with a giant water spear that sent him flying like a ragdoll.
The Demon Earls had no choice.
"Retreat!" Furfur roared, coughing blood.
One by one, the four Demon Earls flew back, their bodies bloody and beaten.
With their leaders falling back, the demonic army on the ground faltered. Their charge broke apart, and panic spread among their ranks.
Morale of Eren's demonic army dropped instantly.
The Raashim Templars saw their chance and pressed forward, gaining the upper hand.
Meanwhile, the altar behind them kept rising, unhindered.
It was now clear—no one would stop its completion.
Breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, Shir descended slowly. Blood dripped from his chin, but his steps were steady.
He returned to the terrace where Sifrona still lay, her body broken and unmoving. Her eyes fluttered weakly open as she felt a heavy divine presence approaching.
Shir stood before her, trident in hand, and smiled cruelly.
"Did you enjoy the show, little bird?"
He walked forward, step by step.
"It's your turn now."