Belzebub streaked through the sky, air and sound vibrations compressing before it to the utmost limit as it broke through the sound barrier.

Its obsidian metallic carapace slowly turned red from friction.

Boom!

Its figure collided with Roy before anyone could react.

Roy's armor cracked as the damage from impact rippled into his body, splintering organs and rupturing veins, causing intense internal bleeding.

His figure was flung far back, scraping through the dry, crusty, blackened earth.

Belzebub was left standing in Roy's previous position when suddenly its surroundings warped and bent from a sudden smoldering heat.

Bzzzz!

Its wings failed to function due to the instant evaporation of oxygen. Its head turned upward, meeting the sight of a mini sun.

Tracing the source instantly, Velra's regal frame could be seen in the distance, her staff thrumming with a crimson cadence as sacred ancient chants echoed from her once mute figure.

The blinding mini sun collapsed onto Belzebub's frame. No impact sound resounded — only intense sizzling and broiling of the atmosphere as the area around the Hand instantly turned molten.

Toxic ash and exhaust rose into the atmosphere as the mini sun fizzled out, leaving a sea of molten lava in its wake.

But standing at the surface of the scorching liquid was the steaming red frame of Belzebub.

It remained completely unharmed save for tiny singes and specs of burns on its paper-thin translucent wings.

The wings seemed not to register the damage as they began buzzing, whisking its figure straight through the air toward Velra.

The shadowy visage of the hooded hero remained undisturbed, making no attempt to dodge.

The chilling claws of Belzebub arced, aiming to sever her figure at the waist.

Belzebub flew at sonic speed, which made it more unbelievable when—

Bang! Crack!

A silver streak stormed into its figure, the blow so heavy the point of impact on its chest cracked and dented inward, a trickle of dark corrupted blood seeping through.

The Hand plummeted uncontrollably from the massive momentum of impact, sinking straight into the newly formed lava lake.

In the air, the attacker streaked downward, his figure billowing with intense steam, a cracked baton in hand — none other than Roy.

His eyes glowed unusually, golden glyphs etched on his skin pulsing with unnatural hues.

The attack had broken through the limit of what his body could handle — muscles and tendons snapping from the sheer recoil impact of the strike. But under the glyphs' cadence, they were rapidly reformed as though no damage had ever taken place.

A few meters away, the caster of the golden glyphs stood in rose-gold armor. In his right arm, his book was opened, pages flipping rapidly and glowing.

Just now, Trion had cast a sacred support buff/healing skill called King's Glyph upon Roy.

It not only healed him but enhanced his damage and speed by 70%. Combined with the buff from his skill Bash and the synergy of both the legendary gauntlets and the epic baton, Roy's physique should not have been able to withstand his own recoil. But under Trion's skill, he was in a constant state of stitch and tear.

Splash!

Belzebub burst out of the scorching lake, lava dripping from its obsidian carapace, leaving zero singe.

Its numerous crimson lenses tracked all three opponents as its mind raced with calculations for a quick victory.

"It's you… You are the most dangerous!"

Before anyone could react, Belzebub was before Trion.

Trion reacted quickly, his massive mechanized wings instantly wrapping around his figure defensively.

Belzebub's claws collided with the golden wings, cracking their surface. But the metal protrusions held strong, defending their master, though Trion was flung backward from the force of impact.

Belzebub aimed to follow, but the two others were already upon him.

Velra's staff thrummed with divine lightning, and Roy's left arm swung downward with the legendary shotgun.

Lightning struck true, instantly paralyzing Belzebub for a split second. But that fraction of a second was too long to be defenseless in a battle of this caliber.

The shotgun sparked, spitting out a fat glowing caliber bullet. Unlike previous shots, this one held another level of solemnity.

Mostly because of the high grade of it being a legendary item, the bullet streaked with divine cadence, rippling through space. It moved slowly, yet no one was faster — not even the Almighty Hand of Gluttony, Belzebub.

Craccccccccck!

The bullet sank freely into the hard carapace of the Fly, cracks spreading from the steaming red wound.

Velra ascended into the skies, and Roy's calves bulged as his feet pushed him backward, out of range of what came next.

Belzebub stared at the injury, a scary premonition lighting its mind. The wound bulged unnaturally, the hard metal carapace unable to contain what came next.

Boom!

The bullet ignited into a divine explosion inside Belzebub's body.

The haze cleared, revealing a gaping injury in its chest. Pink flesh writhed together in an attempt at self-healing.

Suddenly sensing something, Belzebub gazed upward. From the parting clouds, a plummeting gigantic smooth-surfaced round metal object fell toward it.

Glowing inscriptions covered the incoming projectile. Belzebub's crimson lenses zoomed closely, catching sight of a robust armored figure flying mid-air — Trion. One of his beads was missing.

A brilliant white gaze glowed through the slits of Trion's helm as he stared at the Hand in fervent craze. This was his revenge.

Who said support couldn't attack?!

The ground creaked from pressure as Belzebub struggled to escape, but an unfathomable force locked it in place.

And so the gigantic glowing ball landed true to its mark… or did it?

Belzebub showed mind-boggling might as its hands strained upward, forcing the crushing momentum of the projectile to a stop.

The heavy weight plus the stacked force from momentum bore down forcefully. Its muscles bulged, its chitin clicked, the ground beneath its feet cracked and groaned from pressure as it gradually sank.

Only after seconds did Belzebub manage to tilt the massive metal ball away.

But its enemies had no intention of giving it breathing space.

Immediately the imminent danger was avoided, another was upon him.

Velra was already waiting patiently at the side, her pulsing staff aimed his way. Faint whispers rang out as a blue beam spat from the foggy orb.

A flame so condensed and pure it bordered on the hue of white blasted straight into Belzebub's frame…

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