Blake glanced into the distance while the corpse of Aranthas dissipated into particles of light, turning into items within his inventory as he dismantled him in a mere second. His red eyes noticing the presences of two new armies emerging, two Demon Lords, and a different being altogether.
It was human yet also a demon, but both principles weren't so masterfully fused like with Erdrich, it was a Cultist most likely, who had absorbed the powers of many demons. An "artificial half-demon" unlike Erdrich, who was born like that.
And it was certainly a very powerful one. Blake didn't said a word before this, fully knowing his friends and army could take down the two other Demon Lords and their armies, quickly setting his gaze into this incoming threat.
"Can you sense it as well?" Eleanora asked Blake, appearing at his side.
"Of course, there's a strong bastard here. Things might not be as dull as I imagined." Blake smiled.
"The girls are still busy dealing with the survivors, shall we wait for them?" Eleanora wondered.
"No, they'll join once they're done." Blake said. "This guy… We need to take care of him."
"Understood." Eleanora smiled.
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Without wanting to waste much more time, Blake and Eleanora instantly left the scene, leaping over the buildings of the city until they meet face to face with the man in question.
His long, silvery-white hair, sharp red eyes, and a tall, slender figure, wearing a refined black suit, with a red gem on his chest, and long ears. If it wasn't for the two black horns growing from his forehead and his third, black eye between both horns, he would look like a Vampire.
"Ahh, so it was really you." He smiled. "Welcome to my humble temporary home. I've been assigned to protect this pitiful city. But to think you would come here so fast… Asmodeus."
"You dare say his name…" Eleanora said furiously, her powers erupting from her body. "Who are you?! Are you a Cultist too?"
"Yes, I guess you could say that." The man smiled. "My name is Sarauviel, and I am a High-Ranking Member in the Archdemon Church, we are not a "cult" we are a professional organization that cooperates with Archdemons to take over this pitiful, pathetic world."
"So you're just slightly bigger trash." Blake nodded. "I see. Did you learned my previous name from your Archdemon pals, by any chance?"
"Indeed, they said you were their greatest enemy! Honestly, that's hard to believe, you're such a pitiful young man! I can't even believe you're what they say. But looking around, I guess they weren't half wrong." The man laughed. "They said you're the one that sealed them in the past, and you're the one that almost killed Lord Lucifer, and above all, you were the one that defeated Beelzebub!"
"Yeah, so?" Blake asked.
"Hah… I think there's a misunderstanding here." The man started getting slightly pissed off. "Do you think of me as a weakling, another trash to sweep the floor with? Unlike all the pathetic cultists you've fought before, and unlike the Demon Lords, we, high ranking members of the church, are much different, much, much different."
"Is that so?" Blake raised an eyebrow. "Considering I've fought Archdemons, do you truly believe that something like that will make me feel afraid? Instead of using words, why don't you show me what you're capable of with your fists?"
"Fufu… Indeed, you're so arrogant! I can tell you're the reincarnation of a monster, no child your age would ever act this way in front of a being like me…" Sarauviel laughed, his Demonic Aura and his Spiritual Energy converged together, as a single, powerful Demonic Spirit appeared.
Demonic Cultists didn't had multiple Spirits like normal Spirit Masters, sacrificing all future Spirits to get a single, incredibly strong one that held Demonic Powers.
Blake had already seen this on Erdrich's mother, and also on the Necromancer, who only had a single powerful Demonic Spirit whose strength had been amplified several times once infected with demon energy.
The same was for the man in front of him, Sarauviel, whose Spirit emerged, resembling an endless mass of darkness, with countless demon-like heads, limbs, and eyes.
He playfully patted the heads of his monstrous Demonic Spirit, as the spirit's tentacles caressed his fair face.
"Fufu, isn't he a cutie~?" He laughed. "His strength has been increasing a lot since I've sacrificed many human souls to him! He's such a hungry little rascal!"
"Disgusting, you've turned your own spirit into a demon creature?!" Eleanora asked.
"Well, who are you to talk, spirit? You exude the power of demons and dragons!" Sarauviel said angrily.
"O-Oh…" Eleanora quickly was reminded of her own recent evolutions.
"You know, sometimes the heads of the people he eats pop up above his body, it is very cute." Laughed Sarauviel. "I wonder how your head will look over my precious Demonic Spirit, Asmodeus."
"You're the one filled with confidence; I see." Blake laughed. "You're very arrogant for someone so ignorant about everything."
"Ignorant?" Sarauviel asked Blake. "A child is calling me ignorant…"
"Only a foolish ignorant would make pacts with Archdemons and believe they're chosen ones by them. You're all just disposable peons, and I'll show you that as I behead you."
The young man summoned his Demonic Spear, Gluttony, while holding his Soul Eating Handgun on his other hand, his body once more covering itself on an armor of Draconic Scales and his own armor fused together.
"Hahahah… You're really funny." Sarauviel laughed.
In a mere second, he appeared right at Blake's left side, his Demonic Spirit fusing with his body in an instant, as he was covered by a veil of tentacles, heads, and eyes, his arms growing muscular in a split of a second, overflowing with strength.
However, Blake was not crushed by such pitiful attack, as his Spear intercepted the blow, blocking it from hitting him in the face.
"I told you that you're the arrogant one here."