Chapter 409 - 403: Only One Thing Left
To avoid potential conflicts, the demons don’t care about your background in the Nine Prisons, the Wandering Mall moved away, and Leon left too, transformed into a succubus to head to the Blood War Battlefield.
Compared to the blood war he witnessed upon first arriving in Aphnas, today’s blood war is visibly much larger, so much so that it’s incomparable.
"Can’t you just let me have some peace?"
Leon swung his sword and took down a Flomer, trying to fly as high as possible to avoid trouble. From above, it was easy to witness the huge Demon Lords slaughtering on the Blood War Battlefield.
Coschechi resembles a short, stout Hill Giant with short, stubby legs and a very large head. In giant mythology, he was once a powerful Frost Giant; after killing a Demon Lord in a battle, he claimed the corresponding level in the Abyss as his domain, becoming a Demon Lord.
"Zarriel, come out quickly." With immense strength, Coschechi wielded a Warhammer Matatorok forged by the Frost Giant God Solem, once seized by Zarriel but reclaimed later. One swing smashed a Chain Demon into flesh, releasing a wave of cold that froze nearby Whisker Demons.
"Do you still wish to be imprisoned in the deep pit of Aphnas, shouting every day? Then by all means, come." Zarriel flew in the air, gripping the sword handle with both hands, held across the chest.
Coschechi and Zarriel started fighting.
Anyone with sharp eyes could see that Coschechi wasn’t Zarriel’s match, but Zarriel also found it challenging to take down Coschechi easily.