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Chapter 836 The Meaning of Terror (2) · Nov 01, 2026

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801 Chapter 801 A Smile in the Snow (1) 2026-11-01
802 Chapter 802 A Smile in the Snow (2) 2026-11-01
803 Chapter 803 Black Hole Sovereign 2026-11-01
804 Chapter 804 A Choice for Death 2026-11-01
805 Chapter 805 After Death Was Challenged 2026-11-01
806 Chapter 806 Where Empires Turn to Ash (1) 2026-11-01
807 Chapter 807 Where Empires Turn to Ash (2) 2026-11-01
808 Chapter 808 The Pursuer (1) 2026-11-01
809 Chapter 809 The Pursuer (2) 2026-11-01
810 Chapter 810 The Devouring of Death (1) 2026-11-01
811 Chapter 811 The Devouring of Death (2) 2026-11-01
812 Chapter 812 AFTER THE FALL OF DEATH (1) 2026-11-01
813 Chapter 813 After the Fall of Death (2) 2026-11-01
814 Chapter 814 Imitation (1) 2026-11-01
815 Chapter 815 Imitation (2) 2026-11-01
816 Chapter 816 Tools of War (1) 2026-11-01
817 Chapter 817 Tools of War (2) 2026-11-01
818 Chapter 818 The Night Before the End (1) 2026-11-01
819 Chapter 819 The Night Before the End (2) 2026-11-01
820 Chapter 820 The Eve of Catastrophe (1) 2026-11-01
821 Chapter 821 The Eve of Catastrophe (2) 2026-11-01
822 Chapter 822 War is a game (1) 2026-11-01
823 Chapter 823 War is a game (2) 2026-11-01
824 Chapter 824 The Tide of Black Flame 2026-11-01
825 Chapter 825 Supernova Ignition 2026-11-01
826 Chapter 826 The Lie of Existence 2026-11-01
827 Chapter 827 Against the Duke of Hell 2026-11-01
828 Chapter 828 The Truth Beyond Demons 2026-11-01
829 Chapter 829 A One-Sided Slaughter (1) 2026-11-01
830 Chapter 830 A One-Sided Slaughter (2) 2026-11-01
831 Chapter 831 The Shattering (1) 2026-11-01
832 Chapter 832 The Shattering (2) 2026-11-01
833 Chapter 833 Beyond Despair (1) 2026-11-01
834 Chapter 834 Beyond Despair (2) 2026-11-01
835 Chapter 835 The Meaning of Terror (1) 2026-11-01
836 Chapter 836 The Meaning of Terror (2) 2026-11-01
837 Chapter 837 The Meaning of Terror (3) 2026-11-01
838 Chapter 838 The Last Chain Shattered (1) 2026-11-01
839 Chapter 839 The Last Chain Shattered (2) 2026-11-01
840 Chapter 840 Nameless vs Agaroth (1) 2026-11-01
841 Chapter 841 Nameless vs Agaroth (2) 2026-11-01
842 Chapter 842 Perseverance 2026-11-01
843 Chapter 843 The Price of Salvation 2026-11-01
844 Chapter 844 Ashes That Challenged Eternity (1) 2026-11-01
845 Chapter 845 Ashes That Challenged Eternity (2) 2026-11-01
846 Chapter 846 Endless Struggle (1) 2026-11-01
847 Chapter 847 Endless Struggle (2) 2026-11-01
848 Chapter 848 Alexander Rybak 2026-11-01
849 Chapter 849 Dark Devotion 2026-11-01
850 Chapter 850 Fractured Origin (1) 2026-11-01

Chapter 836 The Meaning of Terror (2)

”Your subordinate gave a fine performance.”

Agarothʼs fist sank into Freyʼs chest, forcing blood to burst from his throat as he pressed forward without pause.

”You need to do better than him… otherwise, thereʼs no meaning in this.”

As he spoke, the Demon King manipulated his aura, striking at everyone who tried to approach—Abraham, Snow, and the rest—ensuring no one would interfere this time.

The timing was not right yet.

And so Frey was alone once again, forced to endure everything by himself.

He felt The Pursuer ignite within him, pushing him forward desperately against an opponent that surpassed all boundaries of power, a level that could not be measured even in dreams.

Agaroth was cunning. He could have ended Frey with a single blow, yet he deliberately adjusted his power each time, ensuring he would not kill him.

He maintained a vast gap ... just enough for The Pursuer to keep chasing.

And then he beat Frey down.

Relentlessly.

He crushed him in a one-sided display of power, destroying everything across the planet at the same time… yet, for some reason, he avoided the humans.

”Not yet.”

Agaroth smiled as Freyʼs body was once again swallowed by a dark cocoon, far larger this time… and far more powerful.

”The fifth phase of SSS…”

Freyʼs power surged violently, boiling over as he stepped into an entirely new level of overwhelming strength, becoming an existence few could stand against.

But even that… was not enough against the Demon King.

Frey attacked with everything he had, and at some point—

Dark Sister shattered once again.

And with it, Balerion broke as well.

His weapons were gone.

So he formed a blade from gray-dark aura, while summoning the Shadow Bolt spear—the only weapon he could still wield at his current level.

Explosions followed one after another, black lightning tearing through the skies and raining down upon the earth in devastating storms.

The ground shook endlessly, volcanoes erupting as if the planet itself was reacting in fury to what they had done to it.

But this—

Was only the beginning.

The two had become walking disasters. One a dark abyss, the other a gray storm wrapped in lightning.

Yet one was clearly superior.

And the Demon King wiped the ground with Frey.

He struck him with such force that Freyʼs face snapped back behind Namelessʼ mask.

The mask endured ... but Agaroth did not stop. He continued attacking, pressing him relentlessly, to the point that even Namelessʼ mask began to dent under the sheer brutality of the blows.

From afar, the living heard it ... a horrifying sound, a mix of laughter and screams.

The Demon King laughed, enjoying himself.

And Frey screamed in agony, trying desperately to keep up.

Those who attempted to chase them and intervene were met with an ocean of fire, lightning, darkness… and something else.

Something no one could understand.

Their power reshaped the Earth itself, forging a new land born of magma and flame.

A level no one could ever dream of reaching.

And once again, after being pushed to the very edge, it happened.

Another black cocoon formed, vastly larger this time, stretching across an immense expanse… so vast that no one could even glimpse its end.

Frey rested within it, arms wrapped around himself, trying to savor every second.

The few moments Agaroth had granted him to break through… were the only refuge he had.

The only time he could rest, even slightly, from the nightmare waiting beyond.

And Frey broke through.

”The sixth phase of SSS.”

The same stage Amon had reached, and Agares, the second highest.

Yet in Freyʼs case, it felt far more terrifying… far more monstrous.

Because of the destructive powers he carried.

After that, the battle fell into complete silence.

Frey heard nothing.

A long, absolute silence.

Because the next clash… did not last even a single second.

In that single second, he and Agaroth crossed half the planet, exchanging blows.

Freyʼs aura rose to an entirely different level, his hand grasping a power he had never even dreamed of.

A monstrous force that made him feel as if the entire world now rested in his palm.

What overwhelming power.

What terrifying grandeur.

”Then why?”

Frey wondered.

”Why… even after placing my hand on all this power… has one thing not changed?”

He couldnʼt do it.

He couldnʼt land even a single hit.

Agaroth blocked everything, then drowned him beneath a relentless storm of strikes that tore him apart completely.

And after just one second… Frey fell.

He crashed into the void.

Agaroth stood before him, a cloak of shadow and flame fluttering behind his back.

Frey looked up at him, staring into those dark crimson eyes of the King… then tried to rise.

He couldnʼt.

His legs refused to gather the strength to stand.

No matter how hard he tried, he failed.

Yet he clenched his teeth and kept trying… even grabbing onto Agarothʼs leg in desperation.

The King kicked him away.

”Are you finished?” Agaroth asked, his face devoid of all expression, his smile completely gone.

His eyes were terrifying… like gateways to hell.

He slowly approached as Frey crawled across the ground.

”Your growth has stopped at the sixth phase. Even with The Pursuer active, your strength isnʼt increasing… I see.”

”So this is all you can do for now.”

Slowly, Frey raised his head toward him.

The Demon King… whose excitement had vanished entirely, replaced by something else.

Boredom.

Like a child who had grown tired of a toy that could no longer entertain him.

And in that state… he had only one option.

To find a new toy.

Agarothʼs smile returned gradually, and Freyʼs heart stopped for a full second as he understood what was about to happen.

”Your role is over, Frey. Itʼs time to involve the others.”

The Demon King turned.

Abraham… Snow… and Kalameet stood behind him, surrounding him from all sides.

Frey watched from afar, everything unfolding before his eyes in slow motion.

Kalameet attacked first, his overwhelming physical power unleashed, wielding the durability of the Pantheon and world-breaking force through his spear.

Agaroth blocked him.

Then completely overwhelmed him physically with a single punch… one that carried his true power.

The same power he had not used against Frey… so he wouldnʼt kill him.

Half of Kalameet upper body was erased instantly.

His indestructible armor, his massive body, his iron bones… all obliterated. Nothing remained.

The lower half of his body fell to the ground, his organs scattering.

Abraham and Snow attacked next.

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