Baal—originally a god in Canaanite mythology, the deity who governed thunder, agriculture, and livestock.
He was also the god of death and resurrection, as well as the sun god.
Originally, he had his own pantheon and was a true deity.
However, one day, his pantheon was eroded and devoured by others.
He was stripped of his light, stripped of his title as the Sun God, and forcibly transformed into a Dark God—a demon.
In the end, he became one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods under Belial's command.
As for the so-called Beelzebub, some mistakenly believed it to be him, but this was incorrect.
It was because his resurrected divine authority had been transferred to that entity, and the myths associated with him were gradually rewritten and attributed to Beelzebub.
Over time, Baal would truly lose his original identity, becoming nothing more than a demon of hell—a mindless beast of slaughter, a dark abomination despised by the gods.
That was why he felt such fury upon seeing Beelzebub, enraged that his identity had been stolen.
The other members of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods shared similar experiences, and thus, they too harbored hostility toward Beelzebub.
Of course, their greater wrath was reserved for the one behind Beelzebub—the true mastermind.
At the same time, they cast pitying glances at this so-called "Lord of the Flies," Beelzebub—a mere puppet, manipulated and unable to control his own fate.
But they were no different—equally puppets in the grand scheme.
Yet now, a turning point had arrived. They hoped King Solomon would honor their agreement.
Suddenly, Baal sensed something.
Not just him—all Seventy-Two Demon Gods sensed it, their expressions darkening further.
A terrifying bloodlust radiated from each of them.
The reason for their overwhelming rage, so intense it bordered on madness, was the seventy-two grotesque abominations standing beside Beelzebub—each bearing traces of their own essence.
Simply put, those seventy-two abominations were monstrous hybrids, cloned from their own genetic material and fused with the genes of other creatures.
They could endure no longer!
In an instant, flesh and blood flew in all directions!
The gods and humans in the audience seats paled in an instant.
"Ugh—!"
Some couldn't hold back their vomit, the scene was simply too gruesome.
Others fainted outright, unable to withstand the horror.
In the blink of an eye—not figuratively, but literally—the Seventy-Two Demon Gods summoned by King Solomon tore Beelzebub's seventy-two monsters to shreds.
The entire arena instantly transformed into a ghastly slaughterhouse, littered with unrecognizable organs, familiar organs, red blood, black blood, green blood—all churned and scattered across the ground.
Then, the Seventy-Two Demon Gods fixed their cruel gazes upon Beelzebub, now cornered at the center.
"What kind of battle is this second round supposed to be?!"
"Is this still a duel between man and god?"
"Damn it, isn't this unfair? The Seventy-Two Demon Gods are fighting for the human side!"
"This is bad—Beelzebub's monsters are no match for them. They're not even on the same level!"
"Seventy-two gods ganging up on one?"
"How is this fair?!"
"Beelzebub and King Solomon should fight one-on-one!"
The gods protested furiously, outraged by the sheer lack of fairness.
This wasn't a battle between man and god—it was god against god, and worse, seventy-two against one.
This is just shameless, going way too far.
"Heimdall, immediately declare the match invalid!"
"This is clearly a violation, cheating!!!"
"This is nothing but infighting among the gods!"
The flood of protests left Heimdall at a loss, as this was a situation he had never anticipated.
"Tch!"
"Can't handle losing, is that it?"
"From the very beginning, a match between gods and humans was obviously unfair—pure bullying of humanity. Weren't you all fine with that back then?"
"Now that the tables have turned against you, you show your true colors?"
The human side fired back.
"Who can't handle losing? Is this even a battle between humans and gods?"
"Solomon doesn't have to lift a finger—he can just sit back and watch the Seventy-Two Demon Gods win for him."
"What 'controlling the Seventy-Two Demon Gods'? It's just an excuse for them to take the stage and pick a fight with Beelzebub!"
"Exactly! A mere human commanding the Seventy-Two Demon Gods is nothing but a fantasy!"
The gods' side retaliated in turn.
In an instant, the entire arena erupted into chaos, the noise giving Heimdall a splitting headache.
How was the match supposed to continue like this?
Better to toss this problem to the higher-ups and see what they decide.
"Silence!"
A voice rang out in everyone's ears, but most ignored it and kept arguing.
"Everyone, quiet down!"
Still no response—well, some who recognized the voice fell silent, but the vast majority only grew louder and more unruly.
"Damn it, I said SILENCE! Anyone who doesn't shut up now dies!!!"
This time, the voice roared with fury, like thunder exploding in their ears, finally forcing everyone to quiet down.
At that moment, they realized who was demanding silence: Zeus, his expression terrifying.
"Hmm, much better."
His mood shifted instantly—one second furious, the next a kindly, benevolent elder.
"Solomon, can you prove that the Seventy-Two Demon Gods truly obey your command, and that this isn't just some prearranged scheme between you and them to use this match as an excuse to gang up on Beelzebub?"
Zeus's tone was calm, but his expression grew increasingly stern as he spoke.
"If it's the former, then this match is valid and may proceed. If it's the latter... well, one god turning a blind eye is one thing, but all seventy-two? That's too much. The match would be declared invalid."
So, which would it be?
Zeus himself suspected the former.
This King Solomon carried an aura that even he found unsettling.
So, let him demonstrate that power to command the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.
And this power clearly wasn't granted by the Lord of Heaven—just look at the expressions of those from the Heavenly Realm, especially the Vice-Regent, who could barely stay seated.
This was getting even more interesting...
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