Chapter 78: Solomon's Summon Across the Time Stream
The actions that followed made every spectator's scalp tingle with dread.
The Prajna who had seized the heart shoved it into his wide-open mouth—crushed it between his jaws and swallowed it whole.
At the same time, the Prajna whose chest had been torn to shreds was dismembered by his fellow demon kings.
"Urgh—!"
"No way—!"
"What exactly has Beelzebub created? These monsters—are they really under control?"
"They're… eating one of their own!"
Twelve Prajnas devoured their fallen comrade in mere seconds, stuffing the mangled flesh into their bellies. Whether gods or mortals, the audience couldn't bear what they were witnessing.
Had it been a beast, perhaps they could've looked away. But these creatures wore human shapes. Watching cannibalism unfold so casually crushed the psychological tolerance of nearly every viewer.
Some of the gods now found themselves switching allegiances—they no longer wanted the Prajnas to win. They began to hope Solomon would be the one to destroy them.
And Beelzebub—he needed to go too. Whatever he was doing, it was far too dangerous.
"Is it a trick of the eye?"
"Am I hallucinating… or did those Prajnas just grow larger?"
"They've definitely bulked up."
The realization sent cold sweat trickling down many foreheads.
Could it be that the Prajnas had inherited Beelzebub's [Gluttony] attribute?
Then came another unsettling gesture—several Prajnas glanced toward the stands, tongues flicking across sharp teeth. Were they... sizing up the spectators as prey?
But soon their attention snapped back to Solomon—he had begun moving.
A magic circle unfolded at his feet. Someone recognized its design instantly.
It was the summoning array for the seventy-two demon gods.
He was going to summon them again?
Was he trying to sacrifice them?
No—perhaps the summons wasn't for them. Perhaps Solomon intended to bring forth Belial, the archdemon of hell.
Could Belial contend with the Prajnas?
Or maybe… Solomon would summon multiple entities on Belial's level?
That possibility stirred a flicker of hope through both divine and mortal ranks.
"Lord Zeus, do you think Belial could win this?"
"Who knows?" Zeus shrugged, though the doubt in his eyes lingered.
In truth, he didn't think Belial could defeat the Prajnas.
If it were just two or three, maybe. But twelve?
No… something else was happening. These twelve, fused and strengthened, felt even more dangerous than the original thirteen.
What if they kept devouring one another… until only a single ultra-Prajna remained?
That thought wiped the smile from Zeus's face. His expression grew grave.
These things were beyond dangerous. If they lost containment, catastrophe was inevitable.
Hades had already passed him a message: in ancient times, creatures like this had nearly obliterated the entire underworld.
Now Beelzebub had scavenged fragments of that menace and replicated it.
What was he trying to achieve? The destruction of heaven itself?
Given Beelzebub's past… it wasn't entirely implausible.
And what of Beelzebub's staggering resources? Was Odin backing him?
Then what was Odin's endgame?
"Very bad news," muttered the two ravens perched nearby. Beelzebub's current performance was sure to rattle the confidence of several major gods.
Having Odin nominate Beelzebub to participate in the tournament? That would stir even more unease.
The ravens were about to ramble further when they glimpsed the cold, emotionless gaze of their master—and promptly shut up.
The scene shifted again. Solomon's summons had completed—and four divine silhouettes emerged: the Supreme Four Pillars.
None of the others appeared. Had the remaining seventy-two gods refused to answer, too scared to face Prajnas again?
It was… understandable. Their previous defeat had been overwhelming. If they returned now, escape might be impossible.
But something was off.
Even the images of the summoned gods trembled strangely, not with fear, but like distorted television static. Their forms wavered, seemingly layered atop one another.
And not just the figures—the summoning array itself was shaking, forming what looked like countless overlapping magical glyphs.
"Are they resisting the summons?" murmured Loki, brow furrowed.
"Can't blame them," Ares snorted. "They were lucky to survive last time. This time there's no artifact protecting them—they'd die for sure."
A reasonable assumption. Why would the demon gods comply so willingly? Surely they were resisting Solomon's call.
"No, wait!" Hades narrowed his eyes.
He saw the expressions of the Four Pillars—something was wrong. They didn't seem defiant… but stunned.
And that stunned look wasn't from being summoned—it was from something happening to them during the process.
Their pupils constricted.
Solomon's magic output… it was far too intense.
"Lord Zeus! This surge of magic—it far exceeds what Solomon used during the original summoning and even the counter-summon battle. What is he doing?"
Hermes struggled to grasp why Solomon was channeling so much energy just to bring back the demon gods.
Zeus didn't respond. He leaned forward, eyes wide, fixated on the arena.
Did he see something?
The tremors stopped. The illusions collapsed and resolved into their true forms.
Only the Four Pillars had been successfully summoned. And as soon as their forms solidified—
The Prajnas attacked.
Each Pillar found itself surrounded by three Prajnas, likely seconds away from having their chests torn open.
"Wh—!" Hermes's eyes shot open.
Surely, the Pillars would be obliterated on impact?
Then again, Solomon wasn't that foolish. Perhaps he had employed another visual trick to protect them?
No—there was no mirage this time.
Each of the Four Pillars had blocked all three attacks on their own.
Then—in a flash—four Prajnas died.
One split from shoulder to hip in a clean vertical slash. One with a crater-sized hole blasted through its chest. One whose head exploded midair. One twisted and crushed like a discarded soda can.
"Wh-What just happened?!"
Commentator Heimdall was frozen.
Moments ago, the seventy-two demon gods were annihilated with ease. Now, summoned again—but only the Four Pillars—and the battlefield had flipped. The Prajnas were the ones being crushed.
Had they weakened?
No. The Four Pillars… had suddenly become monstrous.
This couldn't be a coincidence. Solomon was still pouring magic into the array.
Wait—there wasn't just one array. There was another… above.
Heimdall looked upward—and gawked.
Above the coliseum, nestled into the sky, a colossal pentagram magic formation pulsed ominously.
At first glance it appeared simple. But on closer inspection—it was composed of countless smaller glyphs, intricately overlaid like an astronomical blueprint.
"Unbelievable. He's done it again."
Zeus straightened up, more intrigued than alarmed.
Others had sensed that Solomon was augmenting the Pillars. But Zeus… understood the true mechanism.
Solomon was summoning versions of the demon gods across different time periods—and forcibly merging them into the present.
That was how the Pillars had grown so absurdly strong.
Oh?
Zeus suddenly noticed another surge in Solomon's magic—though it seemed imperceptible to the rest.
Like adding a single drop into an already full glass of water. No overflow. No obvious change.
Solomon wasn't the one actively increasing it.
Something was awakening.
Chapter 79: Unity—and the Complete Awakening of the Sixth Day Demon King
Despite their enhanced strength, the fused Supreme Four Pillars were… dulled.
Where once each had their own unique abilities, now they fought like berserker brutes, driven by pure destruction.
Had they retained their cunning, they could've erased the Prajna corpses completely. But instead—they left behind remnants.
Remnants that were quietly being eaten.
The rapid slaughter of four Prajnas wasn't solely due to the Four Pillars' newfound power—it was partly because the Prajnas had underestimated them.
The remaining eight, now wary, adopted caution.
No longer would they fall so easily.
The fight had shifted—again.