Chapter 69: The Seventy-Two Demon Gods Appear
The legends written in The Key of Solomon—many were born from human vanity. But not all were false.
Some claimed Solomon had received the Book of Raziel, penned by angels, granting him the power to summon and command demon spirits freely. That might not be a lie.
After all, Solomon himself had now appeared. And if he truly was a child of God, then perhaps those powers were real.
"One is cursed, swallowed by darkness. The other is blessed, embraced by light. When they clash—will darkness shroud the heavens, or will light pierce through?"
Heimdall's voice rang out, stirring gods and mortals alike into a frenzy of anticipation.
"Then let the second round of the final war between gods and humans—begin!"
As his declaration echoed, Heimdall swiftly retreated, avoiding the blast radius of any sudden attacks.
This time, the arena had been expanded tenfold. The previous battle had overwhelmed the space—this time, they were prepared.
"Looks like Beelzebub is making the first move… What's this? A summoning array?"
Instead of launching an attack, Beelzebub conjured a vast array of magic circles around him. Something was rising from within.
"What… what are those?"
"Monsters?"
"Demons?"
"No way! I've never seen demons like these!"
The gods watching turned pale.
The creatures emerging from the summoning circles were grotesque—far more terrifying than any demon they'd seen before.
Some recognized fragments of familiar demonic traits. But these were chimeric horrors—twisted amalgamations.
Clearly, Beelzebub had modified them himself.
In moments, seventy-two monstrous demons stood beside him.
"Seventy-two?"
"So, Solomon," Beelzebub sneered, "aren't you the one who claims to command the seventy-two demon gods? Why not summon them to protect you?"
He didn't believe Solomon could do it.
Or rather—he believed Solomon might summon them, but only through deals. Not true command.
And certainly not all seventy-two.
Beelzebub didn't believe in dominion.
He believed in bargains.
"Oh? The Lord of Flies wishes to see them?"
Solomon smiled gently, bowed slightly, and raised his hand.
"Then I wouldn't want to disappoint you."
He lifted the lid of Hell.
A massive magic circle unfurled beneath Solomon's feet.
As it spun, the ground within its radius vanished—replaced by writhing darkness.
A black abyss opened beneath him, radiating a chilling aura.
"What is that?"
"That… that feels like Hell itself!"
"No—it is Hell! He's opened a gate to the abyss!"
Gods who had once visited Hell recognized the aura instantly.
But this gate… its pressure was far stronger than anything they'd felt before.
And the presence within—wasn't just demonic.
It was divine.
It was the aura of demon gods.
One god had once faced a demon god. But this… this was dozens—hundreds of times stronger.
It felt like the gate opened directly beside a host of demon gods.
"Is he really summoning all seventy-two?"
"That's impossible…"
Black miasma erupted from the abyss, cloaking the arena in gloom.
The sun vanished behind leaden clouds. Darkness swallowed the sky.
The arena dimmed. Shadows deepened.
"Gulp…"
Gray swallowed hard. The scene felt like the coliseum had been dragged into Hell.
The aura made her legs tremble. She clung to Brynhildr for support, afraid she'd collapse.
"Is he really summoning all seventy-two?"
Brynhildr whispered, eyes filled with both hope and dread.
If Solomon truly commanded the seventy-two demon gods, Beelzebub would be no match.
But… would they obey?
It had been thousands of years since they last served Solomon.
Would they still heed his call?
Or would they turn on him?
"What's happening, Archangel?"
The angels of Heaven panicked.
They had fought the seventy-two before. They knew this aura.
And now, a human blessed by God was summoning them?
It felt like a slap to the Lord's face.
"I don't know."
The archangel, Heaven's vice-lord, answered grimly.
He knew secrets.
And he didn't believe Solomon could summon and command the seventy-two.
Even the true Son of God hadn't been granted that power.
So what was happening?
Was this a new divine plan?
"Now this is interesting."
Shiva grinned from the stands, gripping his seat so tightly it cracked.
He had been slated to fight in the second round.
But Beelzebub had barged in.
Shiva wasn't angry.
He was thrilled.
His blood boiled. He wanted to fight. He wanted to kill.
"What a delicious man," Aphrodite purred, licking her lips.
Solomon was exactly her type.
She wanted to savor him.
But—she couldn't see his face anymore.
Darkness had swallowed the arena.
Suddenly—
A flash of white light.
Lightning.
For a moment, the arena was illuminated.
And in that instant—some gods and mortals saw four figures beside Solomon.
One held a massive hammer in his right hand, a glowing orb of lightning in his left. He wore a horned crown and rode a thunderous steed.
Another had a woman's face and a man's body, crowned with jewels.
A third looked like an angel riding a dragon-like beast, his skin black, his body cloaked in miasma.
The fourth had three heads—bull, man, and ram—and a serpent's tail.
Those who recognized them… broke into a cold sweat.
They were the Four Supreme Demon Gods among the seventy-two.
Was it an illusion?
The lightning vanished. Darkness returned.
But then—
Hundreds of bolts of lightning flashed in succession.
The arena blazed brighter than day.
And now—everyone saw it.
"There's more!"
"Not just four!"
"Seventy-two?"
"They're all here!"
The seventy-two demon gods had all appeared.
Their aura blanketed the arena, suffocating gods and mortals alike.
Weaker gods trembled before their monstrous forms.
But the most terrifying sight—
They knelt.
All seventy-two demon gods dropped to one knee before Solomon.
"No way…"
"You're kidding…"
Gasps echoed.
If Solomon truly commanded all seventy-two—
He wasn't just a human.
He was a pantheon.
A mythos unto himself.
A chief god.
Wait—something was off.
Wasn't Beelzebub supposed to be Baal?
That rumor… seemed false.
Those with sharp eyes had noticed—
When Baal appeared among the Four Supreme Demon Gods, he glared at Beelzebub with murderous hatred.
As if they were mortal enemies.
Chapter 70: Proving Dominion Over the Seventy-Two Demon Gods
Baal—originally a deity from Canaanite mythology.
God of thunder and agriculture.
God of resurrection.
God of the sun.