The "King's" punches collided with the flames of Lust.
His fists tore into the fire, but instead of impact, they passed through—striking only air.
"Are they illusions?" the "King" muttered, surprised.
But he soon realized they were more than just illusions.
The fiery eyes closed… then reopened—this time as mouths, filled with fangs.
They lunged at the "King," drooling with a hunger that seemed to crave his soul.
Reacting swiftly, the "King" encased his body in sturdy armor.
But to the flames, it was nothing more than scrap metal.
They bit through with ease, leaving deep tooth marks across the plating.
"How…" the "King" stared in disbelief.
He swung another punch, but again, his hand passed straight through them.
They darted around and came at him again—relentless.
Forced to dodge, the "King" tried to avoid their searing attacks, but in doing so, he forgot about Lust.
Mist began to rise beneath his feet.
From it, tails emerged and bound his legs tightly.
Looking down, he saw them just as they yanked him into the mist, anchoring his lower body to the ground.
Lust rose beside him, emerging from the fog, eyes glowing.
"That's right—get serious," she growled.
She stepped back, turned toward him, and opened her mouth wide. From within spilled mist, followed by countless arms reaching out, grabbing every inch of the "King's" body.
"Hey, what are you doing!?"
The arms didn't answer—they pulled, trying to drag him into Lust's mouth.
The "King" resisted, but the strength of those arms was overwhelming.
He summoned a spear and thrust it into Lust's body.
Though the weapon sank deep, she barely reacted. The arms continued pulling.
"Can't move…" the "King" muttered, panic creeping in. "This is not good at all."
From his armor, spears shot out—embedding into the walls and pillars behind him—connected by thick chains that strained in the opposite direction to hold him back.
But the chains weren't strong enough.
"You think you can escape like that?" Lust mocked.
Flames surged toward the chains, biting them apart—but they quickly reconnected, determined to hold.
Still, the flames continued tearing at the "King's" body, sapping his strength.
"This is really not good at all…" he repeated. "If that's the case then…"
He closed his eyes as the flames gnawed at him.
"What are you giving up on?" Lust sneered. "Is this you?"
He didn't respond.
The world fell silent for a moment.
Then, cracks opened in his palm, and blood began to drip—spreading across the ground in pools.
Lust glanced at the moving blood, unimpressed.
"What's this again… Whatever it is, it's useless."
Still, the "King" gave no answer.
"You… Say something! Are you looking down on me!?"
A voice rang out. "Okay. I've heard you all this time."
"What?" Lust looked around.
But there was only her, the "King," and his blood.
From the blood pools, copies of the "King" formed—rising up and rushing toward Lust.
She narrowed her eyes. Flames surged to meet them, mouths open wide.
But as the fire struck, the clones dispersed at the point of contact—dodging effortlessly.
They advanced, weaving through the fire, clinging to Lust's body—trying to pull her away from the "King."
"How annoying."
Spikes burst from Lust's body, impaling the clones anh ordered her flames to attack, but they remained unharmed—still dragging her back.
"No matter what you do, it won't work."
She extended her tails, stabbing into the clones.
They formed holes where the tails struck, but this attack wasn't simple—the flames on the tails flared, engulfing the clones.
They burned, melted.
"Is that all?" she growled.
But from behind—her blind spot—one blood clone remained.
It charged, leaping above her… and dove into her eye.
"Still stubborn, huh?"
She stabbed her tails at it—but the clone raised a shield and blocked them all.
"What the hell!?" Lust shouted.
Then the "King's" real body stirred, drawing her attention.
It trembled violently—then exploded.
Chains erupted from within, wrapping tightly around Lust.
"What the—what's going on!?"
The clone above her answered.
From the shield in its hand it instantly transformed into a greatsword, the clone immediately grabbed the hilt and raised the tip of the sword straight up to the sky.
As soon as the tip of the sword was raised it immediately increased its size, its size was now larger than the pillars, the clone immediately leaned over and pulled the entire sword down and struck straight at Lust.
The sheer force of the impact slammed Lust's entire body into the ground, shattering the earth beneath her.
Yet, she remained standing—unyielding.
"What the hell is going on!?" she roared.
She threw the sword off and knocked the clone into a pillar.
Her body dissolved into mist, slipped through the chains, and reformed.
"What the—"
Before she could react, the clone pulled itself from the pillar and landed before her.
"Controlling this body is really hard," it muttered.
"What?"
Flesh poured out from the clone, forming muscles, skin, and finally clothing.
The "King" had regenerated—his eyes opening slowly as he examined his form.
"That really hurt," he muttered. "If I'd known, I would've tried something else."
"How… how could you…?" Lust stammered.
"It's simple," the "King" said with a smile. "I converted everything inside me into blood and pushed it out. Risky though—I almost forgot who I was."
"You explain it like it's nothing!" Lust snapped. "No one would even dare think of that!"
"Oh? Then I'll take that as a compliment." He adjusted his coat.
Raising his hand to the sky, the distant greatsword trembled, shrank, and flew back into his grasp.
He pointed it at Lust. "Now… let's defeat her. Together."
"Together… What do you—?"
From behind Lust, two portals open—and from within them, Chaos and Order surged forth, weapons drawn, their spears and swords slashing toward her in a synchronized assault.
Catching a glimpse of them with a single glance, Lust swiftly ducked, narrowly evading the incoming strike.
They landed, turned swiftly, and lunged again—but Lust blocked with her tails and struck them back.
They flew toward the "King"—who plunged his sword into the ground and caught them.
"What's wrong? Tired already?" he teased.
"Sorry for making you worry," Order said, bowing.
"I'm fine! Just got stabbed once!" Chaos laughed.
"Wait, what!?" the "King" gasped. "You were stabbed!?"
"Yeah… why?" Chaos tilted her head.
"So that's why I'm hurting!" the "King" pointed to his chest. "It's your pain I'm feeling!"
"W-Well…" Chaos turned away. "Didn't we tell you?"
"No."
Chaos and Order exchanged awkward looks.
"Let's forget about it," the "King" sighed, drawing his sword. "Don't keep our guest waiting."
"You dare mock me!?" Lust roared.
Flames surged toward them—but beams of light and magic shot down from the sky, blocking their path.
"Huh?" Lust looked up.
The Guardians, Leaders, and Former Kings filled the sky above.
"This is the boss... it's time to end it," someone said.
"Finally… let's finish this," the Dwarf King added, pointing his weapon.
"Do you think beating those weaklings is enough to impress me?" Lust howled, her voice shaking the very fabric of space.
Mist poured from her body, covering the altar.
"Behold… your greatest nightmare!"
From the fog, the faces of the six remaining Demon Lords appeared.
"No—we just fought them," the Dwarf King groaned. "Let's finish this."
Everyone unleashed their strongest magic into the mist.
The "King" joined in—swinging his sword at his waist, charging it with power, then releasing a blinding slash.
Chaos and Order hurled their weapons forward—combining all their force in one strike.
The resulting explosion scattered the mist, leaving only dust.
When it cleared, Lust remained—completely unharmed.
"What's wrong?" the "King" taunted. "No transformation?"
"You…"
"Giving up? Or just tired?"
"You dare say that to me!?" Lust shrieked.
"Okay, okay—I heard you." The "King" covered his ears. "Now die."
He hurled his sword at her.
The Leaders poured magic into it, empowering the blade.
The Guardians followed—releasing chains that bound Lust.
Flames tried to destroy them, but Chaos and Order swept in, dispersing the fire.
The "King" rushed forward, magic pulsing in his legs.
He caught up with the flying sword and struck the hilt mid-air, increasing its speed—then opened a portal for it to pass through, creating a loop of relentless momentum.
He kept advancing.
Lust opened her mouth and charged a blast—but Chaos and Order intercepted, disrupting the attack.
The "King" stepped toward Lust, extending his arm as a portal tore open beside him.
From within, the sword shot out—he caught it mid-air and used its momentum as a springboard, launching himself forward.
With fluid precision, he twisted his body in the air, turning straight toward Lust.
He locked eyes with Lust.
And swung.
A razor-sharp slash cleaved through her head, then into the ground below.
Lust stood still, confused.
Her head slowly split in two.
Lust collapsed, and from the jagged wound, an endless stream of thick black liquid—like corrupted blood—poured out without pause.
But was it over?
Or just another illusion from Lust?