The "King" immediately ignored the ongoing battle, focusing instead on the book, desperate to find a way to counter them.
"Why isn't there a way?" he muttered, frantically flipping through the pages.
Meanwhile, in the sky,the Demon Lords were reveling in battle.
Warth charged forward, unleashing destructive rays from each of his heads.
Every beam swept through the Emissaries, reducing them to ash.
But the Emissaries fought back, weaving through the sky at high speeds, firing their own radiant attacks.
Blasts shot toward Warth, engulfing him in a cloud of smoke—only for crimson eyes to glow ominously from within.
Roars thundered out, blowing the smoke away.
When the dust cleared, Warth had changed.
Now his body floated alone, while eight detached heads and necks orbited him like serpents, glaring at the Heralds.
The main head turned, roaring as if giving a command.
"Time to enjoy the killing."
The other heads launched forward like missiles, rushing at the Emissaries at terrifying speeds.
While the heads chased and attacked, tearing the Emissaries apart with savage beams, the main body simply floated there, unmoving, observing the battlefield.
One Emissaries, noticing the still body, targeted it and fired.
That was his greatest mistake.
Though the attack damaged Warth's body, the only reaction was a furious glare from the main head — and from the wounds, new heads grew.
Then the new heads detached and joined the frenzy, attacking the Emissaries.
Realizing the danger too late, the Emissaries shifted their attacks back to the heads.
But that too was a mistake.
Whenever a head was destroyed, the shattered flesh would melt and reform into a ball, from which two more heads would bloom — each one as vicious as the last.
The sky soon filled with countless heads.
The Emissaries fought desperately, burning, freezing, crushing them — but their efforts only multiplied the enemy.
All the while, the main head floated above, relishing the chaos.
But Warth had forgotten: the battlefield wasn't his alone.
Without warning, both the Emissaries and the heads froze midair and began to fall.
"What the hell... is it you, Pride?!" Warth roared.
From behind the falling rain, Pride appeared, standing majestically.
"Is it me?" Pride said with a sly glance. "What do you think you can do to me?"
"I'll kill you!"
Warth surged forward, heads snapping, but Pride simply floated and took a casual step forward.
A wave of death exploded outward, killing everything in its radius — Emissaries and heads alike.
"What are you going to do next?" Pride sneered.
Warth growled furiously, biting into his own body.
From the wounds, more heads grew, and attacked the surrounding Emissaries to become stronger and attack Pride.
The main body charged, launching relentless bites and beams of destructive light.
Pride nimbly dodged and retaliated with death waves — devastating the surrounding heads but leaving the main body unharmed.
The two clashed savagely, conveniently decimating any Emissaries that wandered into their warpath.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, Greed and Envy made their stage.
Every attack the Emissaries launched against Greed only fed him, each blow absorbed into his massive form.
"More, continue—everything you have will be mine!" Greed laughed loudly.
The Emissaries unknowingly drained their own lives away; each strike left them weaker until eventually, they simply ceased to exist — their remnants absorbed into Greed, whose body sparkled with drifting lights, like trophies.
But Greed wasn't the only one claiming prizes.
Envy often intervened, swooping in to steal Emissaries from Greed's grasp.
Whenever Greed was about to absorb one, Envy's shadowy form would snatch it away, engulfing the prey into darkness.
The other Emissaries attacked Envy in response, but their attacks were swallowed by the darkness surrounding Envy.
"It's not fair for you to keep all these moves to yourselves,"
Envy whispered, before unleashing counterattacks — identical copies of the Emissaries' own techniques, but stronger.
The battle between the Emissaries and Envy became a brutal mirror match, every attack turned back at them.
Greed, however, refused to let Envy steal his prey.
Charging into the chaos, he absorbed stray attacks with glee.
"Hey, get out of the way," Envy hissed. "They originally belonged to me."
"What are you talking about? Everything belongs to me alone!" Greed laughed smugly.
And so the two fought fiercely, each determined to claim what they believed was rightfully theirs.
Across another part of the battlefield,the Emissaries struggled against Sloth.
No matter how they attacked, they only fell one after another, defeated before their strikes could even reach him.
Sloth simply floated there, his massive form covering the sky, unmoving and indifferent.
He remained that way — until Gluttony, gorging himself on Emissaries, accidentally stabbed Sloth's body.
A tremor rippled through the air as Sloth reacted.
"What... just... hit... me..." Sloth mumbled.
Slowly drifting toward the disturbance, he saw Gluttony.
"Oh..."
"You're in my way of eating," Gluttony grumbled.
"Sorry..."
Sloth gently moved aside.
Meanwhile, Gluttony resumed his feast, swallowing everything within reach.The Emissaries attacked desperately, but their efforts only fed the ravenous mouths across Gluttony's body.
Gluttony moved across the battlefield, consuming endlessly — yet he could never fully escape the range of Sloth's floating mass.
Again and again, Gluttony stabbed Sloth by accident, receiving painful counterattacks.
"What the hell, why do I keep stabbing you?!" Gluttony snarled.
"SORRY... it's... my body... it's floating..." Sloth muttered sluggishly.
"I know... but could you find another place?!"
"I... don't... want to... it's too tiring..."
And so Sloth lay still, while Gluttony kept colliding with him, swallowing the battlefield whole.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, the Emissaries believed they had defeated Lust after a grueling battle.
But it was only an illusion.
Above them, Lust floated idly, watching the scene with boredom.
"This is so boring," Lust sighed.
The Emissaries were not victorious — they were attacking each other, each seeing their comrades as Lust himself thanks to the illusion.
"What a bunch of idiots," Lust sneered.
He turned his gaze toward the altar, where the "King" remained hunched over the book.
"I wonder what my lovely 'King' is so desperate to find," Lust smiled.
Leaving the deluded Emissaries behind, he soared toward the "King."
Sensing something strange,the "King" looked up and spotted Lust descending.
At once, he summoned his sword and aimed it at Lust, eyes sharp.
"Why are you back here instead of fighting?" the "King" demanded.
"Hey, hey, no need to be so serious," Lust chuckled. "The battlefield is boring. I came to chat."
"Then find something else interesting to do," the "King" said coldly.
"You're so cold."
"So what?"
"Really... you're just concerned about your family."
Blades shot toward Lust, forcing her to block with her tails.
"Hey, no need to be so cruel," Lust murmured, dodging lightly as she closed the distance.
In an instant, she was upon him.
The "King" swung his sword, but Lust's tails easily deflected it,and soon she wrapped her entire body around him, restraining him completely.
"Let me go!" the "King" barked.
"Don't bother. You can't escape."
Lust exhaled a hazy smoke that engulfed him, clouding his mind.
While he was disoriented, Lust slyly caressed every corner of his body with her tails, savoring the moment.
But soon, a murderous aura pierced through the haze.
Lust looked up—and froze.
The "King" was glaring at her, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
"Ah... you're awake," Lust forced a smile.
Murderous energy erupted from the "King," forcing Lust to immediately retreat, releasing him.
"What the hell..." Lust muttered. "He looked harmless just a moment ago. Now he's—"
The "King" raised the book in front of him.
Its pages flipped wildly, stopping at a particular section.
Lust's expression changed.
"That page... you're not planning to—"
It was clear Lust recognized it.
"It seems things are about to get complicated," she whispered.
The "King" began chanting the words on the page. His consciousness blurred, and when he came to, he found himself standing in a vast, empty space.
"This place is—"
Before he could finish, two figures materialized before him, slowly approaching.
It seemed the "King" would now face something deep within himself — seeking the power needed to control the unruly Demon Lords wreaking havoc beyond.