Chapter 1357: Oops, I Hope I Didn’t Kill Him When Camazotz left to pursue the fleeing Sahard, Paimon clashed with Valac, who had transformed into his three-headed Serpent King Form. "Die, you snake!" Paimon roared as she unleashed her purple flames, transforming them into an army of knights that charged at Valac with vengeance. This was Paimon’s specialty magic, which she had also taught to Erica due to Thirteen’s request. The Majin Prince hissed angrily and unleashed a spray of poisonous clouds. However, the Flame Knights were immune to poison, which Valac resolved by ordering his subordinates to deal with them. Finally, he could focus his attention on Paimon. Not fearing her opponent in the slightest, Paimon transformed into an eight-tailed fox. Purple flames blazed at the tip of her tails, and she unleashed a breath attack against the incoming snake, who also unleashed an acid breath attack. The two elements clashed, creating an explosion that boomed across the battlefield, making the ground tremble. "I’ve waited for this day long enough," Paimon said. "Now I’m going to beat the crap out of you, even if it’s the last thing I do!" "Keep dreaming!" Valac hissed. "Die, Paimon!" The fifty-meter-long three-headed snake lunged at the fox, planning to sink its fangs into her flesh. But the two Artemian Commanders, Roen and Midas, kicked two of its three heads, making Valac screech in pain. "Fool. Did you forget about us?" Roen sneered. "This is not a one-on-one battle, punk." "Just accept your fate," Midas stated. "Don’t worry, I’ll compensate you. When I see you on the Domain of the Apocalypse later, I’ll even give you some cookies." The two Artemian Commanders had already resigned themselves to their fate and were more than happy to drag others to their suffering. Since Camazotz promised to release them after ten years of servitude, they planned to score some brownie points to receive preferential treatment during their years of active duty. Paimon laughed and joined the two Artemians in beating the crap out of the Serpent-King Snake, who thought that it could get away with an honorable duel against Paimon. Unfortunately, the Artemian Commanders were as shameless as their new Master, so they didn’t hold back and gave their future colleague his initiation rites. Seeing that their leader was getting beaten into submission, Valac’s army decided to spread out to escape. But their attempts were simply futile. Thirteen’s Monster Army and Camazotz’s underlings had already locked their attention onto the High-Ranking subordinates of the Majin Princes. Although they didn’t bother with the small fries, it didn’t mean they were lucky either. The Wanderers also joined the battle, targeting the ones they deemed as a perfect opponent. The third Majin Prince, Welkin, roared and transformed into his Jinn Form, which was a Black Cheetah. With a speed that nearly broke the speed of sound, he sprinted away as if his tail was on fire. "Camazotz, Welkin escaped, and he’s headed southwest," Thirteen said, using the Ring of the Apocalypse on his finger. This artifact allowed him to directly communicate with the members of his faction. "Roger," Camazotz replied. "He can run, but he can’t hide from me." Camazotz flew in the direction Thirteen had specified, leaving a sonic boom behind him. Three minutes later, he caught sight of his target. Diving down from the sky, Camazotz raised his fist, ready to strike the fleeting Cheetah from above. Welkin’s senses were sharp, and he detected Camazotz’s presence. He deftly evaded to the right, barely dodging the Death Bat’s strike. "W-Wait!" Welkin transformed back to his demi-human form and raised his hand. "Let’s talk! I want to negotiate!" "You want to negotiate?" Camazotz asked with a smirk. "Very well. Start talking." "Let me go, and I’ll give you my treasures," Welkin replied. "It’s in my headquarters. If you’ll let me get it, I will give all of it to you." "Treasures?" Camazotz rubbed his chin. "I do like treasures, but that’s not enough for me to turn a blind eye on you." "Then you can also have my subordinates!" Welkin stated. "Having more subordinates is good, but how can they be better than you?" Camazotz commented. Also, whether it be treasures, subordinates, or anything else, the Death Bat would get it as long as he successfully made Welkin his subordinate. Suddenly and without warning, five black chains emerged from the ground and bound Camazotz’s body tightly. Truth be told, Welkin was just buying time to unleash his trump card on the arrogant, overconfident Death Bat. "Die!" Welkin transformed into his Cheetah form and lunged at Camazotz with everything he had. Knowing there was no second chance if he failed to kill the enemy in a single blow, he didn’t hold back and went all in! But the Majin Prince noticed something peculiar. Camazotz was smiling as if the chains that bound his body weren’t a problem for him. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 However, Welkin had already committed to his attack, so he didn’t back down and went ahead with it. At that moment, the red armor that the Death Bat was wearing pulsed to life, covering its master’s body with a thin barrier that clung to Camazotz’s skin. When Welkin’s fangs sank into Camazot’s neck, he felt a backlash that sent him flying backward. "I’m sure that hurt a lot," Camazotz said with a smile. "Trust me. I know that feeling." He never had the chance to use his Legendary Armor, crafted by Thirteen’s father, Gerald, since he received it. Camazotz had learned to fight without relying on this cheat ability, allowing him to grow stronger by leaps and bounds purely through talent, hard work, and effort. He had long caught on to Welkin’s scheme to buy time and use some kind of trump card. Since the Death Bat was confident that he could deal with anything the Majin Prince threw at him, he decided to play along and see what Welkin could do. The Majin Prince coughed a mouthful of blood as it slowly propped himself up from the ground. "W-What did you do?!" Welkin asked in confusion. "I cheated," Camazotz replied in a casual tone. "And now, it’s time to end this game of tag." With a tug of his right arm, he managed to break one of the chains binding his body. Seeing how the Death Bat easily broke out of the restraints, Welkin roared and tried to kill the enemy one more time before he could fully escape. He knew how fast Camazotz could fly, and he had already accepted that escaping would be impossible even if he ran with all his might. That left him with only one choice—kill him or die trying! Camazotz sneered and pulled back his arm. Since he was no longer interested in playing a game of tag, he decided to end the battle once and for all. "Vortex Punch!" The Death Bat’s fist and the Cheetah’s fangs clashed with each other. Since the power of his armor was still active, the result was already set in stone. Welkin’s body was sent flying, leaving trails of blood in the air. Several broken teeth fell on the ground as the result of the clash between the two attacks. With a loud boom, the Black Cheetah’s body slammed down on hard gravel and bounced off a few times before coming to a stop. "Oops, I hope I didn’t kill him," Camazotz scratched his head. The chains on his body shattered completely, prompting him to check the condition of his opponent. Seeing that Welkin was still breathing, Camazotz no longer delayed and tossed him to the portal that led to the Domain of the Apocalypse. With the third Majin Prince in custody, Camazotz returned to the battlefield and laughed heartily when he saw Paimon biting one of Valac’s heads and shaking it as if it owed her money. "It’s over," Thirteen muttered after seeing that the enemy forces no longer posed any threat to the Wanderers, who were all having a field day fighting the small fries in the distance. Now that he had dealt a devastating blow to those who bullied a member of his faction, it was time to tie up some loose ends before he left for the Fortunate Isles. ————— A/N: Sorry for not posting any Chapters yesterday. I’m not in the best of health these past few days, and I had trouble breathing last night. I don’t want to force it, so I decided to rest, so that I wouldn’t get isekaid soon.