Chapter 391 The Hell Demon King Panicked - Socially Anxious Witch in the Apocalypse

The Evil Spirit Demon King, Saslit Toriesbea, is dead! How is this possible?! The vampire demon king, Saleh Toriesbea, who has survived numerous demon king wars, found it hard to believe—resolutely refusing to accept this reality. His good-for-nothing elder brother, who had been sealed for millennia, had managed to resurrect. How could he die so easily now? The human who attacked with all his might couldn’t kill him, yet after entering the sorceress’s god-demon realm, he fell? Saleh Toriesbea, the vampire demon king, didn’t want to believe but could not deny the truth before him. Upon the Evil Spirit Demon King’s passing, a black rain of blood temporarily drenched sections of the magical town. This black blood rain fell right before Saleh Toriesbea, affirming the fall of the evil spirit demon king. Everything he sensed was undeniably real. In "Hell," the Hell Demon King, Charlotte Griefwind, observed the pitch-black rain and could no longer remain seated. How much time had even passed? The Evil Spirit Demon King died? The deranged witch had begun acting... Griefwind looked at the hell before him, a chill creeping through his heart. He had been deceived! The sorceress had trapped him here just as a distraction. "I can't just sit here and wait to be killed!" Determined to break free from the illusion and escape his predicament, he glanced into hell's void. If not, once Saleh Toriesbea perished, he would be next. That was Su Miao's plan all along, the most reliable course of action. The Hell Demon King uttered incantations in an unearthly language, summoning a mighty magical energy that coalesced into an evil dragon to devour the heavens and earth, seemingly ready to tear the hellish illusion apart. Noticing Griefwind's actions, Su Miao descended into hell ahead of time. The roaring of the hellish dragon ceased abruptly. Su Miao stood with her hands clasped around a metallic staff, gazing quietly at Griefwind. Her voice, slightly fearful, asked, "Are you trying to destroy this place?" Hearing such a query in that fearful tone, Griefwind felt his dread intensify. Hadn't he just killed a demon king? Yet, he was still pretending to be afraid in front of him. The witch! Griefwind spoke, "Oh witch, please let me leave." Su Miao, holding the metal staff, replied, "Alright." Griefwind courteously responded, "Witch, I will not forget your kindness." Su Miao said, "Follow this path, and you will reach true hell." With a frown, Griefwind asked, "Witch, are you deceiving me?" Su Miao answered, "No, this path indeed leads to hell." The Eighteen Layers of Hell. With the Evil Spirit Demon King's sponsorship, the simulated Eighteen Layers of Hell had virtually become real and mighty in power. In a tone imbued with some fear, Su Miao stated, "You don’t want to follow the path? I’ll send you there." With a wave of the metal staff, the surroundings transformed immediately. The red spider lilies disappeared. In their place appeared numerous tongues. These still bloody tongues appeared freshly severed. Nearby, eerie shadows emerged, and they brandished cleavers, chopping at the tongues. With each chop, the faces of the nearby demon bodies, from which the tongues had been severed, contorted in extreme agony, as if the removed tongues were still connected to their bodies. "In this place, you are not allowed to have a tongue," Su Miao declared. In the next moment, two blurred shadows appeared on either side of Griefwind, chains of soul-binding energy entangled him. Under layer upon layer of chains, Griefwind felt his body growing uncontrollably tense. These chains naturally counteracted souls. Being any other demon king would likely fall instantly, but he was the Hell Demon King. Unleashing terrifying demonic power, Griefwind broke the chains. This sight made Su Miao even more afraid. Griefwind laughed disdainfully. However, he quickly restrained his laughter because a particularly strange power seemed to compel him to open his mouth, as if intending to pull out his tongue. [This is a special rule, no longer a simple illusion.] Griefwind was internally shocked. He unleashed even more powerful forces, destroying the two eerie shadows on either side. Witnessing Griefwind breaking free from the first layer of hell, Su Miao, terrified, hastily initiated the second layer. In the eerie space rose countless bloody scissors, some large, some small. With every snip, fingers were severed. Griefwind saw clearly; they were the fingers of demonkind. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his fingers, lowered his gaze, and discovered that it was his pinky finger that nearly got clipped. The attacking scissors vanished immediately, only for innumerable scissors to launch at him. Enraged, Griefwind's ferocious demonic energy exploded, shattering the attacking scissors, causing the entire illusory space to tremble. After shattering the scissors, Griefwind charged directly at Su Miao. Once more, Su Miao swung the metallic staff. Countless iron trees sprouted out of thin air, blocking the path ahead. Griefwind halted, realizing that in front, behind, below, and above him, there were only iron trees. Every branch and leaf of these iron trees was as sharp as razors, perilously dangerous. "Witch, I don't wish to become your enemy, let me leave!" Extending a hand, in a blink, he shattered all the iron trees along with the entire space. The fractured space mirrored various events from Griefwind's life, such as conquering new worlds and collaborating with the various creatures to create new races, involving even the vegetation and inanimate objects. Some fragments depicted creatures resembling grotesques almost identically yet fueled Griefwind’s fervor. Su Miao dared not gaze for long, finding it utterly revolting. She promptly sent Griefwind to the next layer. As the iron trees crumbled, the space shattered, and Griefwind found himself amidst swirling steam. The terrifying high-temperature steam seemed intent on steaming his body alive. He quickly retaliated, shattering the steaming chamber. Instantly, a cold gust swept over, chilling Griefwind to his core. Raising his head again, the three lines above him had become six. There was no more time to be wasted. Griefwind sought out Su Miao. During the time spent searching, strange chains bound him to a brass pillar. A peculiar crowd appeared near the brass pillar, their laughter fanning invisibly, and in a blink, the temperature of the pillar soared unbearably. To Griefwind's shock, the searing heat from the brass pillar could scorch his very soul. Boom! Unable to dwell on it for long, Griefwind erupted in force, destroying the pillar and obliterating the space before him. Yet, Su Miao remained nowhere in sight. Instead, Griefwind stood barefoot atop a mountain of blades, his shoes disappeared. Guards of bizarre appearance swarmed towards him, seemingly trying to weigh him down so that his feet would impale on the blades. "Witch, dare to face me in a fair duel?" Griefwind again broke apart this hell before him. Following was a severe frost, seemingly only minus 221 degrees. Yet contained within it were rules of the ice element. Remaining there for just a second overwhelmed Griefwind. He had no choice but to unleash another outburst. Boom! Barely had he blasted through the icy hell, when Griefwind plummeted straight into a cauldron of oil. Instantly, the oil boiled and burned, threatening to annihilate Griefwind completely. Pain surged through him. Boom! The cauldron shattered. Griefwind no longer harbored thoughts of escaping upon breaking the space. For surely, illusions alone awaited him. Indeed, just as he exited the cauldron, Griefwind realized he was trapped in a deep pit, a mountain-sized ox hoof bearing down hard upon him. With a roar, Griefwind managed to break free only to find himself placed upon a stone mortar. A rounded, formidable stone pestle drove down. Thud! Thud! Thud! The relentless assault left Griefwind struggling, craning his neck to spit a mouthful of blood. Facing the witch in such a maddening game, he realized he hadn’t even gotten the chance to engage with a demon king properly. Moreover, his suspicion turned into certainty. The witch indeed intended to kill him! Harnessing his strength, Griefwind shattered the pestle and dispelled the illusion. Splash! The illusion vanished, and the Hell Demon King, Charlotte Griefwind, plunged into a pool of blood. This was quite to his liking; the blood pool could heal him. But, could the sorceress have such benevolent intentions? Indeed, a multitude of weird beings emerged from the blood pool. Seeing Griefwind, they brandished small knives, rushing at him like mad to bleed him out. While immersed in the blood pool, Griefwind was horrified to discover that his control over powers and laws was being restricted, preventing him from shattering the space as he had before. Moreover, it required a massive amount of energy to shatter a space. Having broken through so many times in such quick succession, he had already expended a great deal of energy. [The sorceress is wearing me down; I must not fall into her trap!] No sooner did these thoughts cross his mind than Griefwind realized there were over twenty threads above his head. The more power he wielded, the more tightly bound he became to the town. No god, no demon king, could compare to this crazed sorceress before him. Suddenly, multiple tentacles emerged from the blood pool, wrapping around Griefwind. They morphed into sharp knives, beginning to carve into him. Countless blades flew towards him, catching Griefwind unprepared as they sliced a paper-thin layer of flesh from him. They intended to flay him slowly... Despair flooded Griefwind, his awareness acute that the sorceress aimed to exhaust him. Yet forced into action, he obliterated everything in his path. Simultaneously, he quickly summoned a horde of demons to hold off his enemies momentarily. Yet, the void shifted, presenting before him a sea of purple flames. While Griefwind could temporarily withstand the purple flames, the summoned demons disintegrated into ashes. [This demon king is unbelievably strong!] Hovering in the void, Su Miao watched Griefwind's performance, filled with dread. After consuming so much energy and traversing so many layers of hell, Griefwind had barely sustained superficial injuries, untouched at his core. She needed a stronger method, a means to finish off the Hell Demon King. "I've got it." Su Miao opened her hand, revealing the core of the Evil Spirit Demon King. The core transformed into a massive millstone. Wasn't Griefwind enduring all the attacks now? The assaults from which Griefwind had just broken free were largely fueled by the power governing Magical Town. Now, Su Miao was set to incorporate the demon king's core into these rules. Once completed, the laws themselves could be activated. "Witch, are you one to break promises?" Griefwind questioned, standing amid the purple flames. "Not at all. You asked me to send you away, and I'm doing just that. Death is a form of departure, is it not?" Su Miao snapped her fingers. Before Griefwind could react, he found himself within a massive millstone. Outside this millstone, the deceased Evil Spirit Demon King, Saslit Toriesbea, appeared within his sight, wearing an eerie smile as he began to turn the mill. “Ahhhh!” Caught off guard, part of Griefwind’s body was ground into paste by the stone mill. He fought with all his might, but the mill was transformed by the demon king's core, far surpassing the illusion he had shattered with immense effort. More terrifying was the unrelenting drain of his power into the domain of Magical Town as his body was reduced to pulp. "Witch, you can't do this to me. I have a special status at the demon king council, and they..." Griefwind tried to protest. But the mill did not pause for a moment, grinding Griefwind entirely into paste. Yet, in this special set of rules, Griefwind did not die. His body regenerated, yet still remained trapped on the millstone. With a sinister chuckle, the vision of the Evil Spirit Demon King, Saslit, resumed turning the mill. "No, no, no, witch, you can't, ahhhhh..." Griefwind howled in agony. Time and again, his body was ground to pulp, then restored, only to be ground once more. Griefwind’s suffering reached unparalleled heights, yet he never gave in, seizing a chance to unleash a massive explosion of energy, ultimately freeing himself from the mill, annihilating Saslit Toriesbea’s specter. Hiding in the void, Su Miao recoiled, startled. The Hell Demon King's self-destruction was staggeringly brutal. Still, self-destruction was not synonymous with demise; Griefwind survived. As a demon king, resurrecting from a drop of blood was effortless for him. However, it required immense energy to perform such a resurrection. The self-destruction drastically weakened Griefwind. Moreover, the ominous threads above him continued to multiply. "Witch, I am willing to offer everything, please spare me..." Griefwind attempted to buy some time. As his words barely escaped his lips, he realized his body had been secured to a stake. The spectral visage of Saslit, wielding a chainsaw, loomed before him. The chainsaw roared, cutting from Griefwind’s groin to his head, splitting him in two. The split body wept blood. In hindsight, he regretted his actions deeply. (End of Chapter)