Martial Ascent to Divinity

Unlike the scattered members from various realms, the newly ascended Demon Demigods mostly form teams, efficiently hunting other demons.

So within a matter of days, those lone Demon Demigods either met their end or surrendered their Blood Moon and withdrew.

In the end, the Demon Demigods formed over a hundred small groups, ranging from five or six to twenty in number.

Between the descendants of the most noble Lords, they essentially abandoned conflict.

Beneath the Lord’s descendants are the Demon Prison Angels, who dare not fight with the Lord’s descendants, but instead hunt down ordinary newly ascended Demigod teams in groups.

The leader of the Flesh and Blood Angels, Fallen Punch, floats in the starry sky, his body composed of heaps of flesh, resembling a skinned human but much larger.

His body is covered with dense, fist-sized lumps, akin to armor attached to his skin.

On his back, he spreads the distinctive fleshy wings of the Flesh and Blood Angels, like pieces of rotting meat stitched together, with visible veins, through which the powerful Divine Blood of the Demigod flows visibly.

Above his head floats a circle of black rings, from which black feathers blossom, mysterious and powerful.

On the angelic ring, 109 Blood Moons hover.

In front of him stand seven newly ascended demigods.

Four Flesh and Blood Angels, and three other demons.

Each is notorious in Demon Purgatory, and now they willingly stand before him, at his command.

Fallen Punch smiles faintly, his face grotesque and terrifying, between blood vessels and muscles, a space reminiscent of wide-open mouths.

"That usually proud little prince has stopped."

"You have given the order; no team will take him in."

"He has ninety Blood Moons hovering above him, combined with his subordinates; consume him and you’ll possess two hundred Blood Moons, leading the field."

Listening to his subordinates, Fallen Punch says, "Let’s go, chase him down, consume him. I don’t want him to leave here alive."

"We will definitely do everything to hinder him."

"By the way, I heard there is an unknown Skinless Warlock making a name today?"

"Yes, in one day, he gained dozens of Blood Moons. A team was hunted down, fleeing in multiple directions, leaving only one of seven to spread the news."

"After dealing with Gray-Silver Lion, we’ll find him."

"Yes."

The eight newly ascended demigods transform into eight traces, flying or running at a normal speed of Mach 10.

Soon, they see four Holy Sword Angels in the distance with damaged shells.

The four angels have bodies over ten meters long like giant beasts, covered in three layers of shining silver armor, with enormous silver wings unfolded on their backs.

Every feather is a sharp longsword.

The leading Holy Sword Angel Gray-Silver Lion’s two layers of armor are shattered, leaving only the innermost layer with cracks all over.

He resembles a lion wrapped entirely in silver armor, except his eyes are pitch black, with swirling whirlpools inside.

Aside from the black angel ring, ninety Blood Moons hover above his head.

"You’re quite fortunate." Gray-Silver Lion looks at the slowly approaching Flesh and Blood Angel Fallen Punch and sighs deeply.

Both sides have fought for decades, always resulting in a stalemate.

Unexpectedly, Fallen Punch grabbed the lead in various Ascensions to Divinity, especially by acquiring much Ancient Beast Blood, and leaped to become the top newly ascended demigod, crushing old foes.

"I’ll give you a chance for a solo battle, to remember our years of killing each other." Fallen Punch looks down from above.

Gray-Silver Lion says, "Step aside."

The surrounding Holy Sword Angels slowly disperse, and he strides resolutely forward, spreading his wings of many swords, heading towards Fallen Punch.

The bloody light of the sky shines on his silver wings, emitting dazzling rays, making him resemble the rising dawn.

"Please." Fallen Punch lowers his head slightly.

"Please." Gray-Silver Lion nods in acknowledgment.

For the first time, these mortal enemies are so polite.

Fallen Punch stands casually on the ground, holding a white bone staff composed of numerous demon heads and heads from various clans, converging into a T-shape at the top.

Gray-Silver Lion stamps the ground firmly with his four paws, like a beam of moonlight, and in the blink of an eye, he rushes to the front of Fallen Punch.

A flash of light, two front paws simultaneously swing.

Two hundred-meter-long silver paw marks, crisscrossing into "X," emitting a faint blood-colored edge, slashing towards Fallen Punch.

In a flash, countless diagonal silver beams from all directions rush with piercing sounds at Fallen Punch.

Fallen Punch waves the white bone staff lightly, spraying blood light everywhere, smashing all the diagonal silver beams.

Gray-Silver Lion executes two moves continuously, each capable of annihilating everything within hundreds of meters.

But, they are easily blocked by Fallen Punch.

"The three moves have passed, and so has our bond, ending beautifully with the silver light."

Fallen Punch finishes speaking, steps into mid-air, blood wings tremble, transforming into blood light, rushing at Gray-Silver Lion.

Gray-Silver Lion growls lowly, wings explode, the sky resounds with countless silver longswords roaring forward.

Fallen Punch swings the white bone staff, one strike, two strikes, annihilating the wing of ten thousand swords.

Boom...

The entire being carries a huge whistling sound, reaches the side of Gray-Silver Lion, and smashes down the staff.

Bang!

The bone falls, Gray-Silver Lion’s head explodes, silver armor shatters, blood sprays.

In the final moment, Gray-Silver Lion’s claws sweep past Fallen Punch’s side waist.

Fallen Punch neither dodges nor evades, merely waving the staff again.

With a hiss, the left side of his waist shatters, with black mist writhing inside.

At the same time, the staff strikes again, slamming the huge Gray-Silver Lion onto the ground.

The body under the silver armor suddenly scatters, transforming into numerous black beetles, spreading like a black cloud.

Fallen Punch gives an indifferent hum, swings the staff a third time, with a flash of blood light, all black insects explode with a squelching sound.

Belonging to Gray-Silver Lion, the Blood Moons fly over Fallen Punch’s head.

"Congratulations, Your Highness!" The newly ascended demigods behind him offer their congratulations.

The first newly ascended demigod with two hundred Blood Moons over their head in Demon Purgatory has emerged.

He glances at the wound on his side.

He intentionally didn’t avoid it.

That decades-long feud must leave some scars.

He is about to strike those remaining Holy Sword Angels when suddenly he looks up ahead.

A Skinless Warlock with over 80 Blood Moons atop his head is running towards them.

The Skinless Warlock resembles a Flesh and Blood Angel without flesh wings, adept at spells, especially curses.

Fallen Punch looks calmly at the opponent, gives a glance, and two subordinates rush at the Skinless Warlock.

Two Flesh and Blood Angels sprint with all their might, reaching speeds of Mach 15, already the limit for ordinary newly ascended demigods.

Both sides accelerate, surrounding white shock waves ripple continuously.

The strategy of the Flesh and Blood Angels is clear; the Skinless Warlock is a warlock, and once within close range, his strength is halved, so they must act swiftly...

The Skinless Warlock raises his arms, punches out, with extreme punching power penetrates the chest and abdomen of two Flesh and Blood Angels, exploding them, splitting them into quarters.

The two Flesh and Blood Angels fly in mid-air, their eyes flicker rapidly, the opponent’s punch continuously replaying.

A bit fast...

The two Flesh and Blood Angels land, closing their eyes.

On the battlefield, the other demons’ eyes tighten sharply, Fallen Punch narrows his eyes, but the corners of his mouth reveal a slight curve.