I looked at him with a smile, not saying anything for a while.
'He is really observant one... I wonder, till now, I can say only Zekram has noticed my ambition. I doubt Satans have noticed, and if even, they are arrogant to the point of completely ignoring me.'
I thought in my head.
"You plan to withdraw from the war?"
I knew that Grigori was weakest among the three factions, and they had a pretty high death toll, and their population was small even after countless angels had fallen from heaven.
"Situation is not progressing well for the Grigori. There are only three Archangels in there, and those two, aside from me, are not strong enough to be considered as powerhouses. Additionally, we have lost several strong Cadres, including Satanael, whom you killed. While pure angels are falling, it has slowed to a minimum, and our numbers are starting to get smaller and smaller. Only madmen like Kokabiel would wish for us to continue this war."
He explained as it made sense to me. Apparently, after Azrael left Grigori to become hermit, it must hit them even harder than it seems.
"I can promise that, but I can't promise that if some of your people make some aggression towards me or mine faction."
I said.
I knew that most of Grigori would gladly withdraw from the war, but some warmongers like Kokabiel want to continue it no matter what. Fortunately, there were only a few people like Kokabiel in the Grigori, with the most notable being now already deceased Satanael, who perished by my hand.
"Also, where exactly did Azrael disappear?"
I asked something that I was curious about.
"Into depths of the Underworld. Nobody knows where exactly, not even I or other leaders of Grigori don't know where he went. One day he just took his Death Guard Legion and disappeared. If you want to find him, wait until you are at least in the middle stage of Super Devil-Class. Azrael is even stronger than Michael, and he alone could kill Ddraig or Albion with some effort, not to mention his mental state isn't the best one... battle maniac."
My smile widened hearing this, and I just thanked him for that information.
After some time, I got my hands on two Dragon Cores as Azazel took corpses of Albion and Ddraig with him, and I returned to the Fuerig.
After returning home, I immediately went to Devour, one of the Dragon Cores, to push myself to the Pinnacle of the Satan-Class. Increasing my personal strength was of my utmost priority, as power was all that mattered in the vaster universe.
Dragon Cores looked like one of the most beautiful pieces of crystals that I have ever seen in my life. I sat in my personal training room in Castle Fuerig as I stared at the Dragon Core.
I used Devour on the Dragon Core and started absorbing an enormous amount of Magical Power in it, and at the same time refining it and transforming it to Demonic Energy.
[Activating safety protocol. Energy Flow regulated. Activating back-up magical formations.]
I heard Architect's voice in my head as several magical formations activated around me to regulate the flow of the Dragon Core, as the energy was overwhelming.
And even with my Clan Trait Devour, I was having minor troubles devouring all of that energy in the Dragon Core.
I felt how my Demonic Energy reserves were slowly increasing. If Devour was at Grandmaster-Ranked Mastery, then I would have already achieved Super-Devil Class, and sadly, it was only at the Exper-ranked nearing Master Rank.
After one hour, I felt that my Demonic Energy Reserves had hit the top of Satan-Class, standing at precisely 1,000 Units. I felt that it was not worth attacking the barrier between Satan-Class and Super-Devil Class, with remaining energy inside the Dragon Core, so I directed the rest of the energy and activated body strengthening formation to strengthen my physical body.
Though I usually abstain from fighting in close combat, I hate weakness, and for casters like me, their main weakness was their fragile bodies. Not for me, though, as I would gladly sacrifice what it takes to strengthen my body to the same level as my magical powers.
I completely devoured the Dragon Core and used its energy to strengthen my physique by several times, as I felt fare better than before.
I have long ago found out that the stronger the body is, it is far easier to reach higher Class in terms of energy reserves.
Additionally, it speeds up Demonic Energy regeneration and lessens any side-effect of casting powerful, destructive draining spells.
"Architect, scan."
[Class: Satan
Demonic Energy: 1,000
Strength: 621
Agility: 635
Vitality: 589
Underworld Command Sequence: 25%
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Clan Trait:
Dark Light - Master (Gate of Babylon Style, Truth-Seeking Orb Style, Chains of Heaven Style)
The Devour - Expert
-
Magic Systems:
Tier Magic - Grandmaster
Devil Magic - Grandmaster
Norse Runic Magic - Grandmaster
Abyssal Runic Magic - Grandmaster
Human Magic - Grandmaster
Mysticism - Adept
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Secret Method: Fate Algorithm - None (1/6)]
I watched Architect's analysis with a satisfied smile. With this kind of strength, I think I can fight even against weaker Greater Gods or Archangels. Artificial ones, for sure, maybe even kill them with ease; I would need to test that.
Most of my magic masteries were already at the Grandmaster Rank, as I spent most of my free time studying magic and practicing; aside from hours, I have reserves for Vena, Fia, and Hela.
Yeh, we had an agreement that I would have pause for at least 3 hours per day and spend them resting. Each one of my wives and Hela would spend one hour with me. It was Venelana's idea to stop me from being such a workaholic.
Due to my Truename Dizmason, my talent went from average to absolute genius; it made comprehending and using magic feel like moving my hand or leg.
So natural and so easy.
"Now we need to wait."
I looked at him with a smile, not saying anything for a while.
'He is really observant one... I wonder, till now, I can say only Zekram has noticed my ambition. I doubt Satans have noticed, and if even, they are arrogant to the point of completely ignoring me.'
I thought in my head.
"You plan to withdraw from the war?"
I knew that Grigori was weakest among the three factions, and they had a pretty high death toll, and their population was small even after countless angels had fallen from heaven.
"Situation is not progressing well for the Grigori. There are only three Archangels in there, and those two, aside from me, are not strong enough to be considered as powerhouses. Additionally, we have lost several strong Cadres, including Satanael, whom you killed. While pure angels are falling, it has slowed to a minimum, and our numbers are starting to get smaller and smaller. Only madmen like Kokabiel would wish for us to continue this war."
He explained as it made sense to me. Apparently, after Azrael left Grigori to become hermit, it must hit them even harder than it seems.
"I can promise that, but I can't promise that if some of your people make some aggression towards me or mine faction."
I said.
I knew that most of Grigori would gladly withdraw from the war, but some warmongers like Kokabiel want to continue it no matter what. Fortunately, there were only a few people like Kokabiel in the Grigori, with the most notable being now already deceased Satanael, who perished by my hand.
"Also, where exactly did Azrael disappear?"
I asked something that I was curious about.
"Into depths of the Underworld. Nobody knows where exactly, not even I or other leaders of Grigori don't know where he went. One day he just took his Death Guard Legion and disappeared. If you want to find him, wait until you are at least in the middle stage of Super Devil-Class. Azrael is even stronger than Michael, and he alone could kill Ddraig or Albion with some effort, not to mention his mental state isn't the best one... battle maniac."
My smile widened hearing this, and I just thanked him for that information.
After some time, I got my hands on two Dragon Cores as Azazel took corpses of Albion and Ddraig with him, and I returned to the Fuerig.
After returning home, I immediately went to Devour, one of the Dragon Cores, to push myself to the Pinnacle of the Satan-Class. Increasing my personal strength was of my utmost priority, as power was all that mattered in the vaster universe.
Dragon Cores looked like one of the most beautiful pieces of crystals that I have ever seen in my life. I sat in my personal training room in Castle Fuerig as I stared at the Dragon Core.
I used Devour on the Dragon Core and started absorbing an enormous amount of Magical Power in it, and at the same time refining it and transforming it to Demonic Energy.
[Activating safety protocol. Energy Flow regulated. Activating back-up magical formations.]
I heard Architect's voice in my head as several magical formations activated around me to regulate the flow of the Dragon Core, as the energy was overwhelming.
And even with my Clan Trait Devour, I was having minor troubles devouring all of that energy in the Dragon Core.
I felt how my Demonic Energy reserves were slowly increasing. If Devour was at Grandmaster-Ranked Mastery, then I would have already achieved Super-Devil Class, and sadly, it was only at the Exper-ranked nearing Master Rank.
After one hour, I felt that my Demonic Energy Reserves had hit the top of Satan-Class, standing at precisely 1,000 Units. I felt that it was not worth attacking the barrier between Satan-Class and Super-Devil Class, with remaining energy inside the Dragon Core, so I directed the rest of the energy and activated body strengthening formation to strengthen my physical body.
Though I usually abstain from fighting in close combat, I hate weakness, and for casters like me, their main weakness was their fragile bodies. Not for me, though, as I would gladly sacrifice what it takes to strengthen my body to the same level as my magical powers.
I completely devoured the Dragon Core and used its energy to strengthen my physique by several times, as I felt fare better than before.
I have long ago found out that the stronger the body is, it is far easier to reach higher Class in terms of energy reserves.
Additionally, it speeds up Demonic Energy regeneration and lessens any side-effect of casting powerful, destructive draining spells.
"Architect, scan."
[Class: Satan
Demonic Energy: 1,000
Strength: 621
Agility: 635
Vitality: 589
Underworld Command Sequence: 25%
-
Clan Trait:
Dark Light - Master (Gate of Babylon Style, Truth-Seeking Orb Style, Chains of Heaven Style)
The Devour - Expert
-
Magic Systems:
Tier Magic - Grandmaster
Devil Magic - Grandmaster
Norse Runic Magic - Grandmaster
Abyssal Runic Magic - Grandmaster
Human Magic - Grandmaster
Mysticism - Adept
-
Secret Method: Fate Algorithm - None (1/6)]
I watched Architect's analysis with a satisfied smile. With this kind of strength, I think I can fight even against weaker Greater Gods or Archangels. Artificial ones, for sure, maybe even kill them with ease; I would need to test that.
Most of my magic masteries were already at the Grandmaster Rank, as I spent most of my free time studying magic and practicing; aside from hours, I have reserves for Vena, Fia, and Hela.
Yeh, we had an agreement that I would have pause for at least 3 hours per day and spend them resting. Each one of my wives and Hela would spend one hour with me. It was Venelana's idea to stop me from being such a workaholic.
Due to my Truename Dizmason, my talent went from average to absolute genius; it made comprehending and using magic feel like moving my hand or leg.
So natural and so easy.
"Now we need to wait."
