It was clear now: though Jerna was a creature of light, he had fallen under enemy control—forced to strike at his own comrades.
Asmit's gaze grew colder, locking onto Jerna.
"You have tarnished the glory of the Light God Realm. There is no pardon for such desecration!"
He clasped his hands together. Light surged heavenward, then crashed down—a pure white pillar of divine judgment hammering Jerna and his holy griffin, slamming both into the ground with thunderous force.
An attack without warning. No hesitation.
"Fire Meteor!"
Li Yuqin raised her arm. Flames flared, and a burning sphere streaked from the heavens toward Asmit.
At the same instant, the Death Scythe Demon appeared behind him, black sickle cleaving straight for the Singer's neck.
"Filthy spawn of the abyss!"
A radiant curtain of light flared behind Asmit, halting the scythe in its tracks. Without turning his head, Asmit pushed one hand back.
Shhhk!
A white arrow of light burst forth, punching through the Death Scythe Demon's chest, dragging him across the battlefield and nailing him into the earth.
"Five-Rays Blade!"
Shen Ji's long knife gleamed with multicolored brilliance. His figure flickered—an instant later, he was at Asmit's back. The fivefold strike fell like a mountain.
"Giant Shockwave!"
Xiongshou's massive fist, swollen to the size of a boulder, thundered down from above. Their coordinated assault left no path of retreat.
But Asmit had never intended to retreat.
"God does not forgive fools."
Holy light burst from him in all directions. Shen Ji's blades halted in mid-air, Xiongshou's colossal fist froze just short of impact. A blinding pulse exploded outward, hurling both men away. Shen Ji crashed to the ground coughing blood, Xiongshou groaned, forced back by overwhelming pressure.
Li Yuqin's meteor then fell from the sky.
Asmit frowned. It was only a fire spell—yet he sensed danger.
Remembering the strange power she had revealed earlier, he hesitated only a heartbeat before acting. With a wave, he lifted Ekbert's battered body with divine light and vanished in a streak of radiance.
The meteor smashed into the earth, erupting in flames—but Asmit was gone.
"Tch. Slippery."
Li Yuqin bit her lip. This Singer was too cautious. An ordinary powerhouse would never dodge such an attack, but he did—denying her any opening.
Naruto's gaze swept the battlefield. The Death Scythe Demon pinned, Jerna crushed, Shen Ji bleeding, Xiongshou staggering. Four S-Class elites—all suppressed in moments.
And still, Asmit had not shown his full strength.
"Epic combat power… terrifying."
Naruto's expression tightened. Against such a being, there was no chance of victory. The gulf between S-Class and Epic was like heaven and earth.
Unless… Mammon had yet to move.
Asmit descended slowly, setting Ekbert gently on the ground with divine magic. His calm eyes fell on Mammon.
"You're far too quiet, Mammon. Not resisting? Or waiting? Perhaps you still hold a final card."
Mammon tilted his head, smiling faintly. "Curious, Singer. Why intervene only after they fell? Were you hoping to play the hero and turn the tide?"
Instead of answering, Asmit's voice was cold: "Your strength is greater than expected. But it changes nothing."
He clasped his hands, divine light wreathing his frame. "If you have no last words, then be at ease—I shall even purify your souls. For defiling the Holy City, for slaying the Redeemers, for desecrating the Goddess' will—your sins cannot be cleansed, not even in death."
The killing intent in his words was colder than ice.
Mammon only sneered. "Oh, determined indeed. But tell me—are you certain you want to purify us?"
"Naruto."
Jingle… jingle…
The sound of a bell echoed.
Asmit's eyes narrowed. His heart skipped. He turned—only to find Ekbert was gone.
"What—?!"
A mocking laugh followed. Mammon's monstrous arm held aloft a frail, white-robed body.
It was Ekbert, pale and unconscious, gripped in Mammon's clawed hand.
"We may not be your equals in battle, Singer. But if you think you can treat us like lambs to the slaughter… then I'll trouble you otherwise."
Mammon's arm writhed, transforming into a massive block of pulsing flesh. A grotesque maw split open along its surface, rows of jagged teeth gnashing.
The fangs clamped onto Ekbert's shoulder, drawing blood. The Redeemer cried out in pain.
Asmit's face turned utterly grim.
"Space displacement… and now, hostages?" His voice trembled with fury. "You dare…?"
The oppressive aura around him sharpened like blades.
But Mammon only grinned, raising the bleeding old man higher.
"Not a hostage, Lord Singer. A… talisman. Surely you won't risk his life, will you?"
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Am I slowly turning into a workaholic? Did any of you ever notice it? Whenever I have a a major mood swing, I return here. For examples, feeling happy? More chapters. Can't sleep? More chapters! Bad mood? More chapters!!!
You all better pray that I live well, healthy and all before I get isekaid into a hell or an afterlife
Because a devil is always next to you while God is just watching from above to supervise your test AKA Dunya/Worldly life