The sound of explosions and screams shakes the sky, blood covers the stones, corpses piled up.
Hades & Phinikeiros × Asmodeus
Hades' chains lashed out again, writhing like iron serpents, holding Asmodeus' limbs to pin him down. At that same moment, Phinikeiros rose from the ground, flames devouring his wings.
Hades (mocking as he pulled the chains): "Have you started to feel the choke, King of Demons?"
Asmodeus laughed, black blood dripping from his mouth: "Hahaha… remember before I die this world will breathe its last."
Phinikeiros leapt high, his blazing sword piercing Asmodeus' chest, but the latter opened his jaws to unleash a roar of wind that hurled Phinikeiros' body into an unknown place.
Asmodeus: "One has fallen." Then he turned toward Hades and said: "The next."
Aletheia, Dragmor & Falkoris vs Ashura
Ashura still stood, his body torn apart, yet his manic smile only widened. Aletheia, breathing heavily, wiped the blood from her mouth and raised her spear again. Dragmor, half of his chest covered in blood, spread his wings once more. Falkoris dragged his sword despite the break in his arm.
Ashura (laughing madly): "Three against one… and still you are the ones falling! What nonsense!"
Aletheia (furious, throwing herself forward): "You will not escape… damned one, even if we all perish here!"
They struck with three consecutive attacks—spear thrusting, sword slashing, fiery wing burning. Blood burst from Ashura's body, but in return he drove his scythes into Dragmor's belly, cut Falkoris' shoulder with one blade, then kicked Aletheia into a stone wall.
Elsewhere
Beelzebub devoured more souls, his body swelling. Vercollac, face drenched in blood: "Wretch, it is time I taste some of your blood."
He attacked with Volker and Tarok at once, but Beelzebub swatted them all away with a single strike. Vercollac dodged the blow, soaring into the skies.
Vercollac lifted his hand high, bit his wrist hard until blood gushed, then shaped it through his power into a colossal blood spear. His eyes blazed as he hurled it at Beelzebub.
Vercollac (furious): "Whisper of Death—Blood Spear!"
The spear pierced Beelzebub's shoulder and pinned him to the ground. His scream rang in agony.
At that same moment, Tarok charged, raising his colossal axe with all his strength, unleashing a wave of energy:
Tarok: "Axe Roar!"
The axe descended with a massive strike, cleaving Beelzebub's side, black blood erupting everywhere.
Before he could catch his breath, Volker appeared from the front, his claws glowing with deadly sparks, shouting: "Moon Rend!"
He slashed Beelzebub's chest with cutting lines, four deep gashes tearing his flesh and forcing him to stagger backward.
All three struck together—the spear piercing and pinning, the axe cleaving, the claws rending—until Beelzebub's scream thundered, his body bursting with black blood amid a violent shockwave that shook the battlefield.
Beelzebub, despite the deep wounds, laughed and his voice shook the place: "You think you've won? Hahaha! I am not defeated so easily!"
He suddenly stretched his hand, seizing Tarok's entire body amid a terrifying scream, then devoured him alive.
Vercollac (eyes wide in shock): "The Orc Chieftain!!!"
Rage erupted within him, his body trembling, wings bursting from his back, until he exploded into a massive black demonic bat, his eyes glowing crimson, his fangs extending like swords.
Vercollac (voice deep, thunderous): "You have committed your last sin… filthy one!"
In a blur too fast to see, he lunged, jaws clamping on Beelzebub's torso, biting with savage force. Beelzebub's scream pierced the sky as he tried to pry Vercollac jaws apart.
Tarok's son, who was fighting beside the other orc warriors, screamed with tears and rage in his eyes: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! Fatherrrrrrrrr!!!"
He ran madly toward Beelzebub, but the orc leaders seized him to stop his suicide charge: "Stop!! Don't get close!!"
His tears fell as he cried helplessly: "I swore to fight beside you… how can you leave me now?!!"
At that moment, Vercollac sneered: "Gluttony General, this will be your worst feeling—you will be eaten."
The place shook with the sound of Vercollac fangs crashing into Beelzebub's body. Half of his body was ripped apart in a bloody explosion.
The soldiers of all races (orc, elf, dwarf, human, birdfolk) froze in place, their faces filled with shock and dread.
An elven warrior put her hand to her mouth, trembling: "…What is this…?!"
The dwarven commander Balgrim struck his chest with his fist, voice hoarse: "Tarok the Great… we will not forget his sacrifice!"
Volker, blood dripping from his claws, stared at Beelzebub's mangled body. Then he raised his head toward Vercollac transformed, whispering in a deep voice: "We lost a leader… but we gained a raging beast on our side."
Tarok's son fell to his knees, crying out from the depths of his heart: "I swear… by my father's blood… I will not rest until I see the end of every demon on this land!!!"
Vercollac, in his colossal demonic body, turned to him for a moment, his crimson eyes glowing with both grief and fury.
After Beelzebub's Fall
The sound of his final scream faded into the sky, black blood poured down like rain, covering the land and mixing with the warriors' blood. All realized that one of the Seven Generals of Hell had truly fallen.
Vercollac & the Orcs
Vercollac raised his head from Beelzebub's mangled body, his fangs dripping with darkness, his voice roaring like a beast: "Your fall… is the beginning of your end!"
Tarok's son pressed his fist to the ground, tears streaming from his eyes: "Father… you died standing like a hero… I swear I will carry your axe and complete your path!"
All the orcs struck their chests, chanting his name: "Tarok!!! Tarok!!!" The chant rose into a storm of rage, lifting the army's morale despite the loss.
Hades × Asmodeus
Asmodeus (mocking): "How shameful… a demon general falls at the hands of a worthless vampire."
Hades tightened his chains and laughed: "Hahaha! Don't worry… you're next."
Rage flared in Asmodeus' eyes, his torn body igniting with darker, denser power.
Morlock × Oungan × Poseidon
Morlock (deep voice, clenching his fist): "Rest in peace, Beelzebub… your blood will not be wasted." (The fury on his face was clear, but he hid it behind the coldness of kings.)
Oungan (laughing madly): "Kihihihi! I never thought that fat swine would fall this quickly!"
Poseidon (eyes narrowing as he raised his trident): "Stop laughing, lunatic… we finish this old one first, then you can mock as you wish."