readytorunbook Chapter 767 - 767
Chapter 767 - 767
"Is this why Superman is considered the strongest in the world?"Eiji licked his lips, his throat feeling parched.
The psychic unit 〈Psion〉—everyone in it was Abraham Carter. Each one was a clone created by the Grand Professor using the DNA of the 〈Tyrant〉!
People believed Superman was a monster who stood above all the world's masters, beating everyone into submission.
But in reality, Superman himself was nothing special. What was powerful was Psion, the psychic unit, and the collective of Abrahams!
Superman would charge at his enemies, swarm them to death, and emerge alive.
Anyone witnessing that scene would assume he was the strongest!
But in truth, he was just bringing along many substitutes!
Moreover, the concept of artificial Demon Kings completely overturned his imagination!
Could Demon Kings really be artificially created?
Wasn't that a superhuman realm one could only step into by opening the Gate of Destiny with immense willpower? Weren't they monsters so rare that not even one in a hundred million could become one?
"No, that's impossible," Edelweiss said solemnly.
"Look carefully. They're merely false shells!"
False shells?
Eiji was utterly confused.
Hmm.
Completely incomprehensible.
I only broke through to become a Demon King in the last couple of days, and the number of Demon Kings I've seen can be counted on one hand. Could you please not explain in such vague terms?
"If Superman were a perfect replica of the Tyrant, his strength wouldn't be as weak as it was just now," Edelweiss said, knowing Eiji's understanding of Demon Kings was still shallow, so she took the initiative to explain.
"The Tyrant was a monster that once swept across the entire world. Seventy years ago, Whitebeard led dozens of masters to confront it in a decisive battle. After a prolonged and fierce fight, with many sacrifices, Kurogane Ryouma-sensei finally found an opportunity to defeat it. But Superman is far from that powerful. In other words, Abraham is at best a degraded copy!"
That was a secret from decades past.
The Tyrant's power was difficult to describe with mere words.
If it were still alive today, the entire world would undoubtedly be a living hell.
And Superman?
What trash!
He could only contend with them by relying on the versatility of multiple abilities. The moment his ability's weakness was exposed, he was instantly defeated.
To put it bluntly, Eiji alone could take on several Supermen.
Superman was far from replicating the Tyrant's true strength.
After all, he wasn't a truly perfect clone. Otherwise, the United States would have long become the ruler of Earth.
"They are, at most, empty shells with the appearance of Demon Kings—nothing but a facade!" Edelweiss said coldly.
If you thought about it carefully, you'd realize.
The difficulty of breaking through to become a Demon King is inversely proportional to one's magical power. The higher the magical power, the easier it is to break through.
In other words, as the holder of the world's strongest magical power, Stella had the lowest difficulty in breaking through to become a Demon King.
And even Stella wasn't born a Demon King.
Ultimately, there are no natural-born Demon Kings in this world. As a clone, Superman doesn't even possess an independent self. Breaking through to become a Demon King? Impossible by any stretch of the imagination!
He only replicated the Tyrant's form but failed to inherit its essence.
Such beings were perfectly described as "pseudo-devils"!
"Even if they're pseudo-devils, this number is still terrifying!"
Eiji's expression was extremely grave, his eyes boiling with killing intent.
Though he looked down on them, this many Abrahams joining forces undoubtedly posed a lethal threat. A single misstep could mean their end here.
Moreover, while only twenty-plus were visible, who knew how many more Abrahams might be hiding in the shadows.
Edelweiss remained silent.
An intense sense of crisis also gripped her heart as she tightened her grip on her sword.
"Even if they're fakes, so what?"
"That mouth of yours is truly infuriating!"
"I'll grind you into dust until nothing remains!The Abrahams spoke over one another, as if struck where it hurt, their tones exceedingly rough.
"Psychokinesis!"
"Telekinesis!"
"Mental Flash!"
As if controlled by the same remote, all the Abrahams launched their attacks simultaneously—flames, lightning, and invisible giant hands surged toward the two.
Both of their expressions tightened.
With this volume of attacks, even a single hit would cause severe injury instantly, leaving them no choice but to evade.
Just then.
"Sonic Slash!"
Invisible slashes materialized around them.
A massive ring encircled the two like an insurmountable chasm, blocking dozens of attacks beyond its bounds.
"Finally here?"
Edelweiss subtly let out a sigh of relief.
"Old man?"
Eiji looked surprised.
"Fuhuhu! Couldn't sit still anymore, you cockroach-like multiplying brats!"
A white-haired, nearly bald old man wearing clogs arrived on the scene.
A composed smile graced his face as he drew the sword from his cane.
The previous strike had been his doing.
"God of War?"
"Old fossil!"
"Too slippery!"
The Abrahams frowned and cursed, finding him deeply troublesome.
The legend of the God of War was still spread across the world to this day.
Even during the extremely brutal great war back then, Nangou Torajirou took pride in emerging unscathed from every battle, his agility unmatched in the world!
"Black Death Butterfly!"
Before they could regain their bearings, dark butterflies fluttered in.
Dozens of black butterflies, seemingly embodying death, swarmed densely. One Abraham was struck immediately, instantly shattered by immense gravity, his organs and bones splattering everywhere.
"Passing Bell!"
Simultaneously, over a dozen magical bullets converged from all directions.
The Abrahams finally reacted, using future sight to evade, but the bullets abruptly accelerated as if compressing time, landing on an Abraham who failed to dodge in time.
In an instant, that Abraham turned into a pile of ashes, scattering into the wind and merging with the world.
"Yasha Princess? World Clock?"
The Abrahams' faces twisted unpleasantly.
Though it was a sneak attack, could they really kill one of their own so easily?
"Just as expected, you came running over. You Americans really can't keep your schemes hidden at all!"
Saikyo Nene, draped in a loose red kimono, moved like a butterfly as she let out a merciless sneer from her petite mouth.
"I was skeptical at first, but reality leaves no room for doubt. I won't let you harm my student!"
Shinguuji Kurono let out a long, bitter sigh and raised the black and white guns in her hands.
I see!
Eiji breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed they had been on guard all along, rushing over immediately after noticing the abnormality here.
That first Abraham was foolish enough to unleash his ultimate move.
"Hmph, no matter what you say, there are only five of you!"
"Four or five of us against one is more than enough!"
The remaining Abrahams paid no mind to their losses, still laughing arrogantly.