Chapter 3233: The Last Moments of Belphegor As We Knew

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Dark Realm, Seven Prince of Hell Territory, Pandemonium City Outskirts

Belphegor stared at the snowfall with a deep frown. It wasn’t unusual for there to be sudden snowfall around an active volcano, but it was unusual for it to snow around Pandemonium Volcano, as the climate here never turned cold enough for sudden snowfall. It had never snowed here in the past one and a half millennia since the establishment of Pandemonium City. Yet, for it to suddenly snow today of all days, it couldn’t be a coincidence.

Belphegor’s mind immediately suspected Mommon or the Bloodrools, but then he shook his head in denial. Mommon had signed the contract that bound them, with the Origin Source as a witness, so it wouldn’t be him. It was simply too risky. As for the Bloodrools, snow wasn’t their style. If it were raining blood, maybe, but snow? No way. Then it had to be a third party.

"Did the news about five of the seven faction leaders dying already spread across the Dark Realm?"

Belphegor guessed that the snowfall was one of the forces coveting Pandemonium City, striking first and laying claim to it before others could.

Pandemonium City was coveted by many semi-ruler-class forces. Belphegor himself coveted it, but considering how things were turning out, he was a little relieved that he did not hold this hot potato. Not that this was bad for Mommon. Fortunately for him, he was now an ally of the Bloodrools.

That meant whoever was eagerly attacking Pandemonium City, trying to be the early bird that caught the worm, was instead going to become a message to the rest of the Myriad Realms that Pandemonium City was backed by the Sunless Realm and that its City Lord, Devil Merchant Mommon, was an ally of the Bloodrool race.

Contemplating how things had turned out, Belphegor shook his head. He then began to finish the text informing Mommon how to deal with the explosion-type true relic he had placed underneath the city. Just as he was about to send it, he sensed several individuals surrounding the subdimension from reality in a battle array formation.

Belphegor’s mind went blank as events turned out completely differently from what he had guessed. The unknown force wasn’t here to attack Pandemonium City, but to attack him. The snowfall they used seemed to be a sensory move. It should have sensed his subdimension in the vicinity of the city.

Be that as it may, right now, he was boxed in. He couldn’t use the Demon Merchant Code to escape, as Mommon was paying it not to allow its merchants to use its function within the city and its vicinity.

Since the enemy had set up a battle array formation around his subdimension, it meant he couldn’t use his own teleportation skills to escape. The more Belphegor thought about escaping, the more he realized how deeply he was trapped.

’Who do they belong to? Was it Mommon or the Bloodrools? What’s the difference? Aren’t they allies?’

Belphegor’s head went light for a second, and he couldn’t think straight. He impulsively wanted to detonate the relic buried underneath Pandemonium City but couldn’t bring himself to do so because, now that he had signed the contract with Mommon with the Origin Source as a witness, doing that would literally mean a death sentence for himself.

It was the same for Mommon, so he couldn’t bring himself to believe that the latter had betrayed him. If he had, Mommon would be dead by now, suffering from the backlash of breaking a contract established with the Origin Source as the witness, making Belphegor the sole head of the Seven Princes of Hell. But clearly, that wasn’t the case.

He had personally drafted the contract, ensuring that neither side could betray the other, so he had to rule out Mommon, but his gut was telling him that Mommon was somehow involved in the attack on him. So, he decided that if he was going down, he would take down Pandemonium City with him, which was why he didn’t send the text he had just finished writing.

At the same time, his gut told him that the Bloodrools weren’t acting alone either. The reason for ruling out the Bloodrools was that this wasn’t their style of doing things at all. If it were them, he would know. The whole damn world would know.

Who the fuck was attacking him?

Or

Had the people attacking him mistaken him hiding in the close vicinity of the city for a competitor?

Belphegor really hoped it was the latter. Just then, he sensed the subdimension creaking open. Snapping out of his thoughts, he immediately sent a request to Mommon, asking him to allow him to use the Demon Merchant Code’s teleportation function within the vicinity of his city.

"Sure, what is the price you are willing to pay?"

The reply from Mommon arrived in a second, but that second felt like an eternity to Belphegor as the enemy’s battle array formation was about to break into the subdimension.

"Don’t be cheeky with me. If I’m going to go down anyway, I will take your city down with me."

Belphegor threatened, feeling that Mommon was playing with him. The latter was in the center of the Pandemonium Volcano. If he wasn’t involved in this incident, then there was no reason for him to know that Belphegor was under attack.

In his text to Mommon, he had only requested permission to use the Demon Merchant Code’s transportation function. Mommon should have had no idea whether he was asking to enter or leave the city’s vicinity.

Also, considering the contract between them, shouldn’t Mommon be more focused on getting information on how to find and defuse the explosion-type relic and refine it as his own? So, logically, his reply should have been something along the lines of, ’Just send a text. No need to come all the way over here...’

Just as Belphegor was lost in thought, awaiting Mommon’s reply, he felt an impact on his skin. It came out of nowhere. He didn’t sense it coming, and that was it. Belphegor, the world knew, was no more.

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