Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

Having devoured the Sin of Sloth, the well of power he could tap pretty much doubled. A single insignia of sin already has a deep well of power accessible to its holders; having two is too much even for King Pride himself, which caused him to fall into this state.

With these two wells accessible to him, King Pride should\'ve been unstoppable. He could theoretically fight for weeks or months nonstop. However, something went horribly wrong just now. He felt both wells of his powee draining at a very alarming rate.

His reason might\'ve devolved to its basic instincts, but King Pride could still tell what\'s happening to his body. There is a substance in his body that\'s causing this frightening drain.

The only possible source of this was the lady that his snaketail bit earlier. It couldn\'t possibly come from devouring Big Sloth because this didn\'t happen earlier. It only happened after the lady was bit by the snake.

And wasn\'t this a scary thing?

Just so you know, if King Pride were to detonate all of the energy within these two insignia he now possesses, it could cause Prime Earth to lose at least half of its size. The impact of the explosion will disintegrate everything, and it could quite possibly cause the death of this world.

This insignia of sin was created by the Demon God. It was a masterpiece that allowed the Demon Race to increase their notoriety and one of the key pieces behind their prosperity.

To think that something like this could be affected by something that was possibly concocted by a native of a primitive world was a concept that King Pride wouldn\'t be able to accept regardless of his mental state.

Whatever this substance was, it must be poison, and it\'s weakening him very swiftly. At this rate, it would only take an hour and a half for both wells of his power to be completely dried up.

In addition to the erosion, this poison was also destroying his body from within, which further increased the drain on his energy reserves because of the side effects of his recovery speed.

King Pride has no idea if this current body of his will ever be able to produce antibodies for this kind of poison. Even if it was able to, how long would it take?

Nevermind that, actually, King Pride isn\'t in a proper mental state to care about useless things like this.

His current line of thought was simple: \'This woman poisoned me, so she must die immediately.\'

That\'s it, plain and simple. He couldn\'t care less about his survival of whatnot. His instincts just told him to kill everything that\'s moving.

Due to the simplicity of his thoughts, any form of distraction was nonexistent in his mind. It\'s a form of clarity that allowed him to exert more of his strength because he doesn\'t care about consequences or holding back.

What followed this was action, of course.

King Pride unhesitatingly charged towards the ladies, uncaring about the substance that\'s ravaging his body from within. He used his maws, his paws, his demonic energy, etc. He held nothing back. His intentions were pure, and that is to kill these two as soon as possible so that he could kill the rest.

Seeing him coming, Erica and Chrissy glanced at each other. From their looks, it\'s quite obvious that they\'re not taking him seriously at all.

King Pride practically appeared before them in a blink of an eye, claws outstretched and maws wide open. The goat head attached to his nape also opened its mouth, and its tongue darted out venomously like a poisoned dagger.

A well-placed transparent hexagonal barrier prevented his attack from touching both of them. It was Erica who did this. Chrissy then took a step forward and used her sleek and smooth legs like a whip to send King Pride flying up like a ragdoll.

Sir Greed, who happened to witness this feat felt incredulous. He looked at the fair human lady in disbelief, wanting to subconsciously deny the idea that a small and tiny human like her did that but couldn\'t because reality is cruel.

\'How come? She doesn\'t even look that strong. Isn\'t poison her specialty? Why does she possess brute strength as well? What did they feed her in her youth?\' Sir Greed fired numerous questions to himself but didn\'t dare to lose focus on the fight happening around him.

Also, he couldn\'t just walk up to her and ask her these questions to get answers. This is neither the time nor the place for that.

Erica isn\'t surprised by this, though. She looked very casual about this since this isn\'t the first time she witnessed it. In fact, she could do way better. If she was the one who used brute force against King Pride, he would\'ve lost a layer of skin or two; she might even break several bones on his body.

Well, what can they say? Cedric is a slave driver when it comes to training. There\'s no way he\'d let his women remain weak. If it wasn\'t for his physical training, there\'s no way the two of them would be able to keep up with his growing stamina—both in a fight and in bed.

After sending King Pride flying up, Chrissy disappeared from Erica\'s side and reappeared at the height of the mad demon king\'s ascent with her right leg raised.

She then brought her leg down in an axe-kick, sending King Pride down to the ground like a falling comet.

BOOOM!

The impact shook the entire field; some of the aftershocks could even be felt outside of this cage. Once the smoke cleared, Chrissy could be found standing on top of the demon king\'s body, who\'s deeply embedded on the ground. She wore a strict smile as she said:

"Bad kitty. This mama doesn\'t appreciate anybody touching me without consent. And I\'m not one with pets who don\'t listen to their masters."

At some point, a dagger dripping with purple acidic substance appeared on her hands. She then crouched down and began carving the demon king\'s body.

She severed the goathead away from the main body. Her eyes glittered with a venomous look as she inwardly judged how many experiments he could do with this thing.

After all, a sentient goathead that could use poisons on its own and could independently help its user to attack their foe isn\'t something you\'d find on a regular day. Plus, the poison of this thing is worth studying.

Chrissy unceremoniously sealed the goat head in a box that preserved its state. She wants this sample as fresh as it could be when her experiments begin.

With another flick of her wrist, she also severed King Pride\'s wings, thinking that its feathers would be an excellent addition to her feather gown, which would provide a beautiful contrast of colors, further accentuating her devilish beauty.

If the other Sin Demons could tell what she\'s thinking about as she slowly dismembered King Pride, they\'d probably feel both angry and scared. She\'s quite literally harvesting him for her personal uses, treating him as a living resource and nothing more.

It\'d also feel ironic since, once again, the roles were reversed. The ones who usually do this to their victims used to be them. So finding themselves in the opposite role sounds and probably feels horrible.

It would be a form of retribution and karma, really.

As for Erica, she\'s just there to ensure that King Pride wouldn\'t detonate himself. If he ever did, Chrissy wouldn\'t be able to handle it on her own, but she could. Erica also has a way to completely neutralize this possibility so everything\'s secure.

What about being wary about King Pride\'s desperate attempts to bring everybody down with him? Neither Erica nor Chrissy is wary about this. The moment they appeared inside this cage, King Pride\'s fate was already sealed.

Even if he were given the chance to possess all of the seven deadly sins, matching both Erica and Chrissy is something that he could only dream of. It will never happen in reality.

Of course, Erica was also paying attention to the others around them.

Charles, Lissandra, Fiona, Gabriel, Old Man Jin, Garrick, and the fought regional high marshals are pressing on to the rest of the seven deadly sins. .net

Without King Pride being an unstable factor for both parties, the tempo of their fight reached its peak. Nobody\'s daring to hold back anymore. It\'s truly do or die for both parties.

The generous well of strength provided by the insignia of sin was neutralized by the creativity and teamwork of humans. It\'s unknown how many demon-slaying methods had been used by now, yet all of them had a considerable drain on the sin demons\' well of power, causing them to feel weaker and weaker as time goes on.

This fight is yet to be concluded, but the winner is already determined.