Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

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The loss of his slaves irritated the Demon God. He didn't want to believe that the creatures he spent so much time nurturing and only brought out to deal with serious threats were neutralized that easily, yet the results slapped him to the reality.

He didn't have the time to wallow in this loss either. He had to focus on the fight. Thus, he raised his spear and turned into a streak of light that breached the distance between him and his opponent at blistering speed.

Clang!

BOOM!

The sound of their weapons colliding broke the sonic barrier. The impact of their clash sundered the earth and moved the skies. The Demon God grounded his teeth as he exerted his strength, channeling it to his spear. Cedric, on the other hand, received his attack with a rather calm and unimpressed expression on his face.

The struggle of their weapons produced sparks that could easily set a city or two ablaze. It ended when the Demon God growled and exerted extra strength on his push, making it seem like Cedric lost the struggle.

Cedric didn't fight it. He allowed himself to be swept away by the momentum. In his opinion, this little bit of advantage was meaningless since it didn't really hurt him at all. All it did was give his opponent a false sense of superiority, which Cedric gladly allowed to happen just because he's bored.

The Demon God pressed on his advantage. He repeatedly slammed his ominous-looking spear at Cedric, who just deflected or parried everything with a placid expression.

Their surroundings suffered immensely due to the sheer amount of strength and force the Demon God used. The land deformed, the winds howled, and the clouds were swept away with every strike he made. But despite how much strength he used, it failed to do any real damage to his actual target.

Cedric just kept on calmly batting away his attacks like he was dealing with a man-child throwing a temper tantrum.

"Hmph!"

Of course, the Demon God was aware that this wasn't working. Begrudingly, he could only admit that his opponent was skilled with a sword, though he would never say that out loud.

So, to gain any advantage he could, he decided to show more of the cards hidden on his sleeves.

He raised his spear and slammed the blunt and bulbous part of it on the ground.

Roar!!

A wail of agony and pain resounded on the battlefield, coming from the spear itself. At this point, it's pretty much certain that somehow this spear was alive; it wouldn't make that kind of sound if it weren't.

This was followed by foul miasma oozing out of the spear. It coated the entire thing, drenching the Demon God's hands even. Those who were watching, whether their demons or humans, felt a strong aversion towards that miasma.

Their instincts screamed at them that that miasma was the antithesis to life itself. The Demon themselves, creatures made from sin and evil, were repulsed by that thing.

The foul miasma caused everything to turn static. Life withered wherever it went, colors faded, and time and space seemingly went still as if they couldn't bear to move forward with that thing around.

All of these changes were reflected in Cedric's eyes, and as someone who's deeply in tune with the concept laws, he felt the strongest aversion towards that miasma and that spear by extension. All of his senses and instincts were screaming at him to eradicate that thing and never let another pair of eyes see it ever again.

This was when Cedric's expression turned somber. Everything hinted at the complete destruction of that spear. He didn't know where the Demon God got it from, what its origins were, or what it's even called. He couldn't care less anymore because that thing must disappear.

So, in response to the appearance of the miasma, Cedric's sunlight and sunfire billowed fiercely from his body.

Tch!

The Demon God flinched when he felt the lick of the heat of Cedric's flames. A strong sense of crisis sprouted from his heart, followed by a sense of frustration and helplessness.

Cedric wasn't done though, because at the very next second, he opened his palms, revealing a small orb of packed heat and flames. He raised the same hand to the skies and sent the orb up.

As it flew upwards, it gradually grew in size, and in a blink of an eye, it transformed into an actual sun shining down on everyone.

Under the glare of the sun, Cedric turned into someone who's worthy of his title.

He was in his element. The golden flames billowed on his body as if it were his clothes; his hair also seemingly turned into a wildfire of golden fire. His golden eyes exuded a majestic brilliance accompanied by undeniable authority. Now, instead of a longsword, it seems that he's holding a sword-shaped fire instead.

His current image made Cedric seem to be the incarnate of the sun itself. The true chosen of the sun bestowed with the title of a Sage.

All humans who were witnessing this couldn't help but feel deep-seated awe and admiration towards his legendary visage. Even though they're only looking at him from a distance, his image on their hearts was a giant.

They could feel the heat coming off of him, but it didn't feel threatening to them. Sure, it's hot and slightly uncomfortable, but it held no lethality at all. If anything, it made them feel incredibly secure.

This scene gives them the impression that so long as the sun shines, Cedric is invincible.

On the other hand, all remaining Demons, as well as the Demon God himself, felt the life-threatening crisis of that sun and that person.

That huge ball of fire that's glaring down on all creation was a force of nature that despises their very being. It's a threat to their existence and to everything they represent. And the idea that their enemy could freely wield its power was a terrifying thought to them.

The Demon God himself frowned after feeling the threat of the sun. This was completely unlike the first time he arrived at the vicinity of Prime Earth.

The sun back then was a threat, yes. But only to stray demons. Demon Lords had a decent resistance towards it; Demon Kings could completely ignore it, and the Sin Demons, including his son and himself, could directly ignore its presence. All it could do against them was make them feel uncomfortable at best.

That's how Gluttony was able to swallow the sun and still be fine afterwards. Hell, the residue of that swallowed sun was used to increase the power supply of the main ship.

However, the one present before him was a completely different thing, and he's sure of it. This one was far hotter, larger, and poses a deeper threat to creatures like them.

The Demon God could feel Cedric's attainments in concept laws just by being exposed to this sun. And once again, he could only begrudingly admit that he's outclassed.

Just by displaying his might, Cedric reinforced the concept laws in his surroundings, which effectively neutralized the threat of the miasma his spear secreted. In fact, he could already feel the heat of the sun melting the miasma at an alarming rate. And Cedric hasn't even done anything yet.

"!!?"

The Demon God felt his brain sending off waves of alarms, which forced his body to move.

He belatedly realized that, despite his stupor, Cedric raised his sword to the skies, and the sun above him flared ominously.

The Demon God managed to react just a second before the disaster struck. And thank the heavens for that, because if he was second too late, he would've suffered immensely.

Cedric quite literally sent a beam of solar flare to the spot where he used to stand, effectively incinerating everything that was once there. The miasma was burned off completely by the solar flare; not even an ounce of it was left in the area where the attack landed.

But the Demon God didn't have much time to be relieved because Cedric was already moving again.

This time, he raised his left hand and gripped one of the rays of sunlight. That sunlight then turned into a golden lightning spear that crackled ominously with power, heat, and annihilative concepts.

It didn't take long before Cedric began lobbing them off in his direction. It also didn't take long before this transformed into a literal rain of golden lightning that would easily tear him to pieces if he didn't move.

So, the Demon God has to move. And soon, he was on the run because Cedric seemingly turned into a tireless javelin-throwing machine.

The worst part is that this was just the start of his suffering, because apparently Cedric can multi-task.

As he ceaselessly threw lightning spears, he also condensed three smaller suns that hovered above the battlefield, and each one rained down golden projectiles that must be avoided as well.

And to make things even worse, whether it's the golden lightning spears or the golden shards sent by the smaller suns, all left a blanket of golden fire in their wake, raising the temperature and roasting the Demon God alive.

Soon, the entire battlefield was wreathed in flames, and the Demon God was reduced to a pathetic state for all of everybody to see.

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