Although the sandbox was enormous, occupying nearly half the arena, the figures inside were so small that viewers would feel like they were watching a miniature world if they looked directly at it.
However, thanks to Heimdall's holographic projection in the sky, everyone could clearly witness the brutality and savagery of the battle between the two sides.
What unfolded before them was a war—a mythical conflict on a scale unseen for thousands, even tens of thousands of years.
The sheer bloodiness and horror of the scene made many pantheons begin to reflect on themselves.
Though the gods occasionally clashed, large-scale wars had almost disappeared and would likely never return. But had they grown too complacent?
The armies under their pantheons had long neglected proper training, becoming lax and undisciplined.
If they were suddenly invaded or caught off guard by a surprise attack, who knew what would happen?
Once the [Ragnarök] battle concluded, they should immediately restore their bases to their former state of training and vigilance.
No—they should act now. Some overly anxious gods genuinely feared that, especially during the [Ragnarök] battle, defenses would be at their weakest. Instead, they should rally their forces to stay sharp and not slack off.
"Ugh, this King Solomon, really..."
Göll was speechless.
This was supposed to be the final battle between humans and gods, a fight for humanity's survival—it should have been a desperate, bloody struggle.
Yet this king was so leisurely, utterly calm, as if he were just here for a stroll.
Well, the brutal slaughter was indeed happening—just that the Seventy-Two Demon Gods were the ones doing the fighting while he remained idle.
And usually, this kind of situation meant humanity had the upper hand.
At a time like this, King Solomon should have joined the fray, pressing the advantage to secure victory.
So what was with this negligence? Was he really that overconfident?
Göll couldn't help but feel a little worried—concerned that something unexpected might happen.
A glance at her sister beside her showed no trace of joy on her face, only a hint of unease.
"What is he thinking?"
Brunhilde bit her thumb, unable to comprehend King Solomon's actions.
Was this arrogance?
Was this underestimating the enemy?
Looking at Beelzebub in the sandbox world, despite the battle gradually turning against him, his expression remained as composed as ever. This unsettled Brunhilde.
Beelzebub must have some hidden trump card.
Correction—not "must," but definitely had one.
So far, he had only summoned hordes of modified creatures to fight for him, and his own actions had been purely defensive.
After all, Beelzebub was known as the one cursed by Satan—anyone who got involved with him would have their heart devoured.
Moreover, he had once slain an ancient demon from hell so powerful that even the chief gods had to take it seriously.
Simply put, Beelzebub clearly hadn't yet begun to use his full strength, as if he had some hidden scheme.
Could it be that King Solomon had seen through this?
Come to think of it, this king seems capable of seeing the future—perhaps he truly foresaw something, which is why he's not in a hurry.
Hmm? Beelzebub, who had maintained a poker face throughout the footage, finally curled the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile.
This made Brunhilde tense up, sensing that the situation was about to take a drastic turn.
Sandbox World.
"Stop! Don't use pure energy attacks!"
Suddenly, one of the Four Great Kings immediately shouted for everyone to halt such actions.
He had discovered a serious problem.
Part of the energy they released wasn't dissipating naturally after the techniques were executed—instead, it was being absorbed by something.
Not just their energy, but even the slain monsters were partially being absorbed.
The flow was directed toward Beelzebub—was this guy trying to devour their power to strengthen himself?
That wouldn't be surprising, considering he still represents the cardinal sin of [Gluttony].
Thus, he promptly reported this situation to the others.
However, some individuals chose to do the exact opposite!
"Very well, since he's so eager to absorb it—"
"Then let him absorb to his heart's content!!!"
"Let's see if he can take it all!!!"
Two of the Four Great Kings had no intention of stopping their assault. Instead, they intensified their attacks, aiming to overwhelm Beelzebub in one fell swoop.
Following their lead, numerous demon gods joined in, launching their own devastating strikes.
"Stop this at once!"
The supreme deity above the Four Great Kings sensed something amiss and tried to intervene, for he had caught sight of Beelzebub's unsettling smile.
But it was too late. The combined, world-shattering attacks of nearly half the demon gods rained down upon Beelzebub and the hordes of grotesque creatures surrounding him.
BOOM—!!!
A cataclysmic explosion erupted, as if the heavens and earth were being torn asunder. The entire sandbox world trembled in agony, on the verge of complete collapse.
The spectators outside the arena panicked, fearing that the divine sandbox artifact might fail to contain the blast, unleashing destruction that could obliterate the entire coliseum. Some of the more timid spectators even crouched down, covering their heads in terror.
Heimdall, the announcer, hadn't anticipated such a sudden surge of power from the demon gods. The overwhelming shockwave sent him flying, slamming him into the ground with such force that half his body was buried.
A strike of this magnitude could very well annihilate even a high-ranking deity if they weren't careful.
So, what of Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies?
"Keh heh heh heh..."
A maddened laughter echoed from Beelzebub's position. Judging by the sheer confidence in his voice, it seemed he was unharmed.
At the same time, Heimdall sensed an aura so chilling it froze his spine—an abyssal darkness, so profound it sent shivers down his spine, as if it were the absolute pinnacle of darkness itself.
As the smoke gradually cleared, the devastation became visible.
But what drew attention wasn't the ravaged landscape—it was the enormous egg standing before Beelzebub.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The eggshell fractured, and once the fissures spread far enough, it violently burst open.
The being inside forcibly tore its way out—a humanoid figure with two long horns protruding from its head.
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