The sun shone brightly, and golden light refracted through the glass window, illuminating the floating specks of dust.
Bardi stood beside the floor-to-ceiling glass window. The sunlight bathed his sturdy figure, his skin faintly glowing, as if shrouded in divine radiance. He stood there like a god, overlooking the world.
His gaze turned toward the sun, highlighting his resolute expression. The scars on his cheeks gave him an aura of unyielding toughness.
At that moment, his eyes were calm. His white trench coat shimmered in the sunlight, his skin radiant. In his right hand, he held a mace—black and cold, about the length of a baseball bat, with sharp thorns at its base. The weapon exuded a chilling presence.
The white trench coat contrasted starkly with the pitch-black mace, creating a cruel and terrifying visual.
The mace forged by Raven was, in fact, a supreme artifact.
All of Wonder Woman's equipment, except for the Lasso of Truth, had been melted down. Combined with the heritage of Azarath passed down to Raven since ancient times, it had created this supreme weapon.
It was unimaginably powerful.
Yet Bardi felt a strange silence in his heart.
He had expected Raven to forge a sword or spear—standard weapons of prestige.
But he never imagined the final product would be a mace, a weapon typically associated with foot soldiers. It didn't feel lofty at all, nor did it suit his status.
In terms of power, it was incredibly practical.
Still, demons must think differently. The moment Bardi saw the mace, he was nearly petrified.
Thinking about his true magical body, it was even more muscular than the Hulk's, with a massive upper body and thick legs.
Fighting with this mace, Bardi imagined himself looking like a giant dwarf, carrying a club and howling.
Or like Dr. Mundo in League of Legends, spinning a mace over his head and yelling, "Wow wow… Bardi thinks you're all idiots..."
Just thinking about it felt bizarre.
Even if Bardi didn't care too much about battle appearances, this was something else.
At that moment, he realized he wasn't completely indifferent to appearances. At the very least, he couldn't accept looking completely ridiculous.
"Raven… you really exceeded my expectations!"
Facing the sunlight, Bardi wore a helpless expression. Especially after Raven had confidently explained this as the ultimate weapon and promised to build him a suit of supreme armor next. He was genuinely stunned, unsure what bizarre creation might come next.
From the moment he met Raven, this demon girl had brought him… fun, emotion, and helplessness.
It had been ten years. Raven had become a mature woman.
It made people love her… and feel helpless. Her unpredictable way of thinking was impossible to guess.
Perhaps it was due to her being half-demon. Raven's thoughts weren't something normal people could understand, but they always brought Bardi something new and unexpected.
But none of that mattered.
After all, Raven loved him. The mace was what it was. A weapon crafted by the woman who loved him, poured her heart into it, and made it just for him. Though Bardi felt a little helpless, he was ultimately filled with uncontrollable joy.
The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile as he recalled his tender moments with Raven, the warmth of their skin touching, her flushed face, and her beautiful body that had changed over the past ten years.
Whoosh…
Bardi swung the mace through the air. His arm created a blur, and a violent wind tore from the motion. It surged wildly, whipping around the room. A nearby glass decoration fell and shattered. The sofa shook, almost lifting off the floor.
After just two seconds of swinging, Bardi stopped. He couldn't continue. The room was already a mess. The heavy sofa had flown halfway up and crashed back down with a thud. The ground trembled slightly, and many decorations had been destroyed. He figured Raven and Pamela would have to fix the place again.
"It's... effortless!"
Bardi raised an eyebrow, eyes filled with surprise. Unexpectedly, the mace was incredibly easy to handle, perfectly fitting the contours of his palm, each angle matching his grip. It was surprisingly comfortable.
It might be the most suitable weapon for him.
Raven had truly poured everything into forging this for him.
The mace itself was incredibly durable. It was forged from a variety of ancient Azarath materials refined over hundreds of thousands of years. Even with Bardi's current strength, it was difficult to damage.
And Bardi now had the strength to toss the Earth like a bowling ball!
Yet he couldn't dent this mace. That spoke volumes about the power of Azarath's magical forging system—and Raven's skill.
Each black thorn on the mace contained several powerful magical enchantments. Altogether, the mace held over 3,000 types of magic. It was essentially a magic staff embedded with countless spells, but shaped like a brutal mace.
Not only that.
The mace had two additional weapon modes.
Including the mace form, there were actually three weapon forms.
Tyrannical Mace.
Judgment Hammer.
Sinister Double-Edged Axe.
All of them were incredibly powerful. No man could resist them.
Compared to these, swords and spears seemed weak. In contrast, these brutal forms were true weapons of dominance.
Each form had its own distinct and terrifying power.
The Tyrannical Mace was a brutal fusion of physical force and magic.
The Judgment Hammer was a warhammer with terrifying impact force. Its back seemed to burn with sacred golden flames. The weapon looked massive and overwhelming. Wielding it gave off a shockingly powerful aura—like a small figure holding a hammer taller than himself. It was a visual spectacle.
The Sinister Double-Edged Axe had an extremely wide blade, a long handle, and a compact body. Bardi could comfortably grip it with both hands. The axe radiated a demonic, dark red aura. Its edges were sharp enough to split atoms and it emitted an evil presence that could destroy minds.
After testing each form, Bardi found all three were perfectly suited for him. He could wield them effortlessly.
In an instant, Bardi changed his opinion.
Standing under the sunlight, Bardi suddenly grinned. His eyes flashed with a cold, tyrannical gleam. This tall figure in white, wielding the tyrannical mace that felt made for him, was completely consumed by his inner desire to kill.
In that moment, Bardi had the urge to go on a rampage. He wanted to use the mace to mercilessly crush his enemies, to make them bleed beneath its thorns, to tear their bodies apart and shatter their skulls.
He had decided.
After ruling Earth, he would invade Mars. If they refused to surrender, he would smash the planet with one strike of the Judgment Hammer.
And Oa… he would use the Sinister Double-Edged Axe to split the planet open, just to see its core. Was Parallax still there?
(To be continued.)
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