“No way! That’s impossible!” “How could this be happening...?” “This can’t be true...!” The angels muttered under their breaths while staring at Siegfried as the latter walked out of the thick cloud of dust. Badump! Badump! Badump! Their hearts pounded wildly as if they were ready to explode at any moment. Then, their legs trembled against their will. This fear was something carved into their very instinct—a reaction that they could never go against. When Siegfried emerged from the cloud of dust. The angels were no longer just shocked—they were plunged into despair. Anyone would know that the eternal enemies of the angels were the demons. The two races had been fighting each other since the beginning of time, and both sides had never given even an inch to the other. However, the demon that appeared before the angels was none other than one of the most powerful ones among the demons. The demon walking toward them was no ordinary demon—he was a demon lord. To make things even worse, the density of the demonic energy radiating from him was far from incomplete. The demon lord had descended into the Middle Realm with all of his powers intact. Meanwhile, Siegfried couldn’t give a damn what the angels were thinking. ‘Whoa... This is crazy,’ he thought while admiring his status window. The skill he had just activated using the soul energy he had gathered during the battle earlier was nothing short of amazing. [Alert: Demon Lord’s Descent has 57 seconds remaining!] [Alert: 56 seconds remaining!] [Alert: 55 seconds...!] It went without saying that such an overpowered skill came with a time limit, but that did not matter. The power of the demon lord was so immense that he felt like he could wipe out the entire enemy forces in less than a minute. “T-That guy’s insane...” Chae Hyung-Seok muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. To think that Siegfried could achieve the long-coveted descent into the Middle Realm, something all demon lords had yearned for, simply by massacring an army... ‘How much more of a monster can he possibly become...?’ At this point, Chae Hyung-Seok couldn’t even begin to imagine how much stronger Siegfried could become. That was how overwhelmingly strong Siegfried had become... He seemed to become more and more powerful with each passing day. Siegfried shot forward, charging straight into the lines of the Holy Alliance. A blinding white light flashed, and the temperature five hundred meters around him dropped to below freezing. More than ten thousand enemy soldiers were frozen on the spot, all at once. Siegfried swung his +16 Vanquisher’s Grasp into the ground and— Krwaaaang! Newest update provıded by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩 The frozen soldiers shattered into fragments like glass. In the blink of an eye, over ten thousand enemies were reduced to chunks of ice, perishing on the spot. “Whaaat?!” General Effenberg screamed, horror written all over his face. The scene of ten thousand soldiers being crushed in an instant was truly terrifying. “H-He’s a demon! That man is a demon incarnate!” General Effenberg screamed. And he was not wrong at all. Right now, Siegfried was in his demon lord form, technically making him a real demon. “F-Fire! Open fire! Hurry up, damn it!” General Effenberg screamed, ordering all cannons to focus fire on the demon. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The battleships hovering in the sky began raining down thousands of shells from above. “Sigh...” Siegfried let out a sigh before spreading all ten of his wings. Then, he soared high into the sky, effortlessly dodging the rain of artillery fire. [Alert: Demon Lord’s Descent has 23 seconds remaining!] [Alert: 22 seconds remaining!] [Alert: 21 seconds...!] There was not much time remaining on his skill, Demon Lord’s Descent, but he still had a bit of breathing room. ‘I wonder if I can do it,’ Siegfried thought before turning his gaze to the Holy Alliance’s battleships and channeling his demonic power. A swirling torrent of dark energy gathered around him. ‘Let’s give it a shot.’ Siegfried thrust out his +16 Vanquisher’s Grasp and unleashed a Wave of Annihilation. A shockwave capable of disintegrating objects down to the molecular level shot out from the +16 Vanquisher’s Grasp and swept across the Holy Alliance’s fleet of battleships. Exactly three seconds later— Three battleships plummeted from the sky after getting torn apart by the Wave of Annihilation unleashed by Siegfried in his demon lord form. The battleships crashed straight into the Holy Alliance’s camp, unleashing utter catastrophe. The soldiers of the Holy Alliance scattered like cockroaches after seeing the battleships crashing down toward them. Unfortunately, there was no escaping. No matter how fast they ran, there was no way they could outrun three massive battleships falling from the sky. In the end, tens of thousands were either crushed to death beneath the wreckage of the battleships or died from the explosion that occurred shortly after. “H-He’s on a whole different level compared to us! Are we... fighting a dragon...?” General Effenberg muttered, standing in shock as he watched the devastation unfold. Siegfried was not just strong. He was an unstoppable force capable of bringing destruction and calamity around him. General Effenberg concluded that there was no winning this battle unless they had a Grandmaster or higher on their side. Stopping Siegfried was basically impossible without a Grandmaster. “D-Damn it...” General Effenberg bit his lips and cursed under his breath. Then, finally, he gave the command, “Retreat! All units, retreat! I said RETREAAAT!” Thus, the Siege of Odessa was immortalized in history as a legendary battle. Without a doubt, the hero of the battle was Siegfried van Proa. After all, he single-handedly fought against an army of three hundred thousand from the Holy Alliance and forced them into retreating. If that was not the stuff of legends, then what would be? This was a feat that not even most Grandmasters could ever dream of achieving. “Long live His Majesty, King Siegfried van Proa!” “Long live the Kiev Kingdom!” “Long live the Proatine Kingdom!” The soldiers on the streets and ramparts of Odessa cheered at the top of their lungs as they welcomed the hero who had saved them from their enemies. Rows after rows of soldiers dropped to one knee, bowing their heads toward Siegfried in unison. It was the highest form of respect that only a hero who had carved their name into the annals of history was worthy of receiving. “Ah, His Majesty is truly the incarnation of martial prowess!” One of the soldiers exclaimed while trembling in awe. “Y-Yes! He’s the Martial God!” The soldiers of the Kiev Kingdom started calling him the Martial God, a title that only a few could ever hope to claim. Then, a notification popped up in front of Siegfried’s eyes. [Alert: Congratulations!] [Alert: You have accomplished a legendary feat!] [Alert: You have achieved the achievement—Legend: Martial Glory—and acquired a title!] [Alert: You have acquired the title Martial God!] The effects of the title were as follows... [A title granted to one who has displayed overwhelming martial prowess and achieved military glory worthy of becoming a legend.] [This is an honor so rare that perhaps only one person in an entire era will ever receive it.] [Effects: +50,000 Fame, +3.3% All Stats, +150% NPC Affinity, +150% NPC Trust] With that, Siegfried became a warrior known across the entire continent. His fame surpassed even the Five Star Heavens; he was now nearing the prestige of the three Grandmasters. “Long live His Majesty, King Siegfried van Proa!” “Long live the Martial God!” “Long live His Majesty, King Siegfried van Proa!” “Long live the Martial God!” The soldiers of the Kiev Kingdom did not hesitate to call him the Martial God, as they chanted it at the top of their lungs. “Huh? I’m... the Martial God?!” However, Siegfried could hardly believe the absurd title he had just been granted. ‘N-No! I'll be dead if Master hears about this!’ he shrieked inwardly in horror that he couldn’t even enjoy the moment properly. “Oh? So a punk like you is claiming to be a Martial God now? Hehehe! Sure, I’d love to see what’s so godly about your martial skills!” If Deus heard that Siegfried was now being considered the Martial God... Siegfried already knew what would happen next. He would first be mocked, and then he would have the honor of sparring with Deus. What would happen if they ended up sparring? A shiver shot down his spine, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He was absolutely going to keep his mouth shut, as he did not want to get beaten to death by Deus when he did nothing wrong. What about his new stats as a demon lord? Even with that, he stood no chance of winning against Deus. Deus could pummel not only demon lords but even Demon King Baal himself. Siegfried was just a mere demon lord, so he wouldn't even be a punching bag to Deus. ‘I’m not saying a word about this. Master shouldn’t hear anything regarding this new title,’ Siegfried thought, swearing absolute secrecy regarding the matter. There was a saying that rice plants would bow their heads the taller they grew. In front of Deus, Siegfried knew that humility wasn't a choice—it was a matter of survival. Siegfried made his way to the royal palace of the Kiev Kingdom and was greeted by roaring cheers from the populace of Odessa. “Kyuuuu! You’re so cool, owner punk!” “Took you long enough to realize! Hohoho!” At least in front of Hamchi, Siegfried acted shamelessly and proudly. Meanwhile, Chae Hyung-Seok trailed behind Siegfried like some palace eunuch, scowling with disapproval written all over his face. However, he did not harbor even a grain of resentment in his heart. After witnessing Siegfried’s overwhelming power firsthand, he knew better than to even joke about challenging him. The reason he was scowling at Siegfried was no longer a matter of hatred—it was envy. Envy that Siegfried was admired, revered, and feared. So much so that Chae Hyung-Seok even found himself thinking, ‘I should’ve been the one to grovel first.’ If he had known that Siegfried would rise to become such a monster, he would have ditched the grudges long ago, swallowed his pride, and bowed his head low to the ground. Perhaps he wouldn't have lost everything or suffered repeated strokes if he had done that. ‘I-I created this monster...’ The one who molded Siegfried into what he was today was none other than Chae Hyung-Seok himself. If he hadn't picked a fight with that player named Tae-Sung all those years ago... If he hadn't taken everything from him... this monster wouldn't have been born. ‘Yeah, it’s still not too late. I should just grab that bastard’s leg and try to—’ “D-Dragon! It’s a dragon!” “Dragons are coming!” “Everyone run! Dragons are attacking us!” A wave of chaos suddenly swept through the area. “Huh?” Siegfried tilted his head in confusion before glancing up at the sky. His eyes shot wide open as a swarm of dragons, each gleaming in a different color, streaked across the air at terrifying speeds. ‘W-What the hell is going on?!’ Siegfried shrieked inwardly at the sudden appearance of the dragons. Each of the different colored dragons unleashed a deafening roar, blasting shockwaves after shockwaves that overwhelmed anyone exposed to it. It was a chorus of Dragon Fears. The dragons arrived and attacked with neither warning nor declaration.