A beast tide composed of millions of lives—even if it were over a million pigs, it wouldn't be completely crushed in just a few minutes.
Yet the reality was that the divine host tactics crafted by the Evil Dragon Satan failed to make even a ripple against the Absolute Demon King.
For Typhon, this kind of opponent was a bit of a hassle.
He was better at one-on-one fights than group brawls.
Although he had a finishing move, using it on mere divinity holders was too much of a waste.
The Absolute Demon King, however, had no such reservations.
To say nothing of the Dragon's Remnants, which shared an origin with the Dystopian Demon King, and the advantage they held when it came to mowing down hordes.
In fact, the Absolute Demon King himself also possessed the ability to summon a beast tide.
Back in his Little Garden days, he had created an Evil Dragon Legion to fight Su Mo. It had been useless then, but only because Su Mo was too strong.
Against an enemy on the level of the Dystopian Demon King, this power showed its true value.
The thirteen Dragon's Remnants, like the bars of a prison, blocked all escape routes for the beast tide. Azi Dahaka's Evil Dragon Legion precisely carved up Satan's beast tide, dividing it into several battlefields of varying sizes.
Then, the Absolute Demon King and Typhon simultaneously attacked the beast tide on the battlefield.
With every earth-shattering attack, they claimed the lives of over a hundred thousand divine beasts.
Not just Washington, but the entirety of North America was struck by an unprecedented earthquake.
This area wasn't even on a major fault line, but the aftershocks of the battle forcibly tore the continental plate apart, completely shattering the bedrock below.
And as a result...
Under the joint assault of the two Demon Kings, the inescapable Evil Dragon Satan was finally forced to condense back into its original red dragon form.
Its size, however, had shrunk to less than a thousandth of what it once was.
"Stop! Ceasefire! We can negotiate! Whatever you want, we can discuss it! Just don't attack yet!"
At the last moment, a human voice emanated from the red dragon Satan.
Facing certain defeat, the powers-that-be behind it finally recognized reality and wanted to beg for mercy.
For politicians, learning to compromise was always a required course. Even now, they hadn't offered anything proactively, merely asking the other side to state their terms, leaving themselves an opportunity to haggle.
One had to admit, such a style was truly professional—willing to risk their own lives rather than concede the slightest potential loss of profit.
However, obsessing over such trivial gains often leads to major trouble.
Especially when they still hadn't figured out who their enemies were.
"Negotiate?"
Hearing this word, Typhon let out a cold laugh, his eyes icy and mocking.
"Did you give your victims a chance to negotiate?"
The Absolute Demon King on the other side was even more direct.
"Are those your last words?"
A jet-black shadow blade hung high in the sky, like the Sword of Damocles, and fell silently.
"If so, then die!"
SHLIIICK!
The black shadow blade pierced the red dragon's chest, running through its heart.
In that instant, the life of the Evil Dragon Satan was completely extinguished. At the same time, the leaders and powerful figures hidden around the world all clutched their chests, their pupils instantly dilating.
By the time those around them noticed, they were already dead.
If only Little Black Rabbit were here. Loving a good spectacle, she would have surely made a formal announcement: the Dystopian Demon King has been vanquished by a Demon King.
After so many years, this resurrected Final Trial of Humanity was successfully overcome in a way no one could have expected.
The Absolute Demon King exposed the sins hidden within the dystopian model.
Typhon demonstrated that the Dystopian Demon King would be overthrown by rebels from within its own system.
The role of Canary in the past now overlapped with Typhon's role in the present.
No matter how many times it revived, the Dystopian Demon King could never withstand the rebellion of its victims.
The moment the Evil Dragon Satan was pierced through the heart and utterly slain, the two Demon Kings, who had just shared a common goal, did not relax in the slightest.
Instead, they turned to face each other with wary eyes.
With their common enemy dead, they had become enemies.
CLANG!
It was just a probing attack, more a declaration of intent than a real fight.
"Before we fight, I have one last question."
The Absolute Demon King, who had initiated the attack, paused and spoke.
"If you truly hate the divine hosts, why did you listen to those children's request?"
Hating the divine hosts could explain why Typhon attacked the Dystopian Demon King, but it couldn't explain why he attacked Saigou Homura.
If he really killed any member of a divine host on sight, then he should have killed Kudou Asuka first.
After all, that savior candidate had a real chance of leading the world down a path aligned with the gods.
But if he was being selective, the implications were rather intriguing.
Faced with the Absolute Demon King's question...
"The children's request?"
Typhon shook his head, showing no intention of refuting the point.
"It has nothing to do with those children."
As he spoke, he erupted with a divine speed surpassing the fifth cosmic velocity and charged toward Azi Dahaka.
At the same time, a pillar of white light radiated from his palm, unleashing a torrent of universe-shaking energy.
"This is... a Another Cosmology?!"
In that instant, the Absolute Demon King mimicked Typhon's physical mechanics, accelerating himself to a divine speed exceeding the fifth cosmic velocity and keenly identified the power his opponent was using.
Just as I thought.
"Shine beyond the end! Another Cosmology!"
Typhon unleashed his finishing move without holding anything back.
A white pillar of light appeared, its turbulent energy churning the very atmosphere into a vortex.