The chief gods all fixed their gazes on Solomon.
They would witness what kind of power this King Solomon possessed to command the obedience of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.
Don't tell me the Seventy-Two Demon Gods were purely pretending to be under his control just to use it as an excuse to discipline Beelzebub.
"Don't quite believe I can command the Seventy-Two Demon Gods? Then let me offer some proof."
King Solomon's tone on the arena stage remained gentle and amiable, making him seem like an easygoing person.
However, to many gods, this attitude came across as nothing more than mild exasperation toward a sulking child—which only served to infuriate them further.
This was outright mockery. Ridicule.
Fine. He'd better produce some real evidence of his dominion over the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, or else he'd regret it.
"How about this?"
King Solomon lightly spread his hands, as if preparing to embrace—nothing but air.
So… what about it?
Oh? There it was. Power no ordinary human should wield began seeping from his body—something that could be called magical energy.
But just demonstrating the ability to use magic was enough to prove his command over the Seventy-Two Demon Gods?
"Seriously? Just showing off a bit of magic? That's—"
The sarcastic voice cut off abruptly, eyes widening in shock.
Because in that moment, King Solomon's body erupted with an overwhelming surge of magical energy—so dense it became visible even to the naked eye. A radiance of pure mana, bright enough for mortal vision to endure.
The pillar of light shot straight into the heavens, scattering the clouds.
And it didn't stop there. The magic continued to erupt, the pillar expanding until, in the blink of an eye, it engulfed the entire arena stage.
No—not just the stage. The entire coliseum was now bathed in the glow of mana.
From outside, one would witness a towering column of light swallowing the whole structure.
"T-This power… You've got to be joking."
"Is that man insane?"
"Is that really a human body?"
Though this magic differed somewhat from the divine energy wielded by gods—perhaps less efficient—its sheer volume was enough to make many deities hesitate.
The sheer scale of it, if converted into divine power, would dwarf the reserves of some lesser gods entirely.
Did this mean King Solomon possessed strength rivaling that of a chief god?
Impossible. A human vessel couldn't possibly contain such monstrous reserves of magic.
And was this man treating his magic like it was free? Just recklessly expelling it like this?
This level of output was akin to a human's main artery being severed, blood gushing out uncontrollably.
Madness!
At this rate, he'd overexert himself and wither away from sheer exhaustion.
"Is this guy even human?"
"A m-monster…"
The gods who had doubted Solomon's control over the Seventy-Two Demon Gods now believed.
And yet, the gentle smile in King Solomon's eyes sent chills down their spines—as if gazing into an abyss that could devour everything.
This King Solomon… was nothing more than a monster wearing human skin.
This man was a demon god in his own right!!!
"This bastard!!!"
In Heaven, the Vice-Regent's expression darkened further. He had already received word from the Lord—King Solomon was no part of His plans.
More importantly, the Lord had uncovered historical records proving Solomon's betrayal long ago. He had conspired with Belial and borrowed the power of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.
But they couldn't just let him continue like this, humiliating the Lord in front of everyone.
The master's side plans to summon the Seventy-Two Demon Gods as well, forcibly summoning them over. Let's see how he can still command the Seventy-Two Demon Gods then.
Hmph!
"Hmm? What's this?"
A change occurred on the battlefield—magic circles appeared beneath the feet of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods. At first glance, they seemed identical to the ones King Solomon had just used, but upon closer inspection, there were differences.
Were these magic circles trying to pull the Seventy-Two Demon Gods away?
Could it be that King Solomon couldn't sustain the summoning?
"This is also a summoning."
Odin, who was well-versed in magical rituals, quickly analyzed the situation.
Someone else was also summoning the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, attempting to take them away.
Who could it be? Belial, the Demon King of Hell?
No, not him—it was that one from Heaven.
"Heh, this is getting interesting."
Zeus chuckled as well.
King Solomon had once been hailed as that one's divine child, so he should have held immense reverence for them...
Yet now, there was no trace of such respect in King Solomon's eyes—only indifference.
Oh?
King Solomon further released his magical energy, superimposing another magic circle. Was he competing for control over the Seventy-Two Demon Gods?
The capacity of a mere human was far from sufficient to sustain such vast energy. What secret was he hiding?
Crack!
The two overlapping magic circles shattered like panes of glass pressed against each other, leaving the Seventy-Two Demon Gods still standing on the arena.
In other words—the Lord?
"This is—!!!"
Odin, the supreme god of the Norse pantheon, suddenly stood up, having realized something.
"What's wrong, master?"
"What happened, master?"
The ravens perched on his shoulders lost their footing from the abrupt movement and flapped their wings frantically as they asked.
What could have possibly caused their master to show such a shaken expression?
"This guy... he's truly insane!!!"
Odin continued, his voice filled with disbelief.
He had discerned the source of this human's seemingly boundless magical energy—and indeed, it was truly infinite.
His ability to perceive this was thanks to having once sacrificed an eye for a single sip from the Well of Wisdom, allowing him to instantly grasp the situation and understand just how mad this human was.
Even without drinking from the Well of Wisdom, anyone who observed carefully would eventually discover the origin of his power.
And this human—King Solomon—his inexhaustible magical energy was actually drawn from the very root of all creation in the universe.
But wasn't this something the gods often touched upon when wielding their power?
This was different!
While the gods, in addition to their own power, could mobilize such energy, they only drew upon what had long since dispersed throughout the cosmos—never directly and recklessly from the source. Doing so risked erosion, even annihilation.
Yet this man's method was to directly tap into the source. He had opened a hole in his own body, connecting straight to it.
This was absolute madness!
It was something even the gods dared not attempt!
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