Chapter 15(Azazil and the Demon Army)
Azazil, who has great and wide powers in the mana realm from the ancient angels, is a Devil who was expelled from his presence and cursed by God because of his jealousy towards humans.
When he lands on earth, this devil with two horns and red skin is determined to take over the whole world and destroy the human race.
All suffering had to end.
Yes, the necromancer would do it with the help of the greatest magic.
Azazil was pouring evil and disaster in his great and magnificent palace with his army of devils. One day he got up and turned to his soldiers and said;
I am looking for a way to solve this problem radically. A way that will soon bring the end of all humanity and take over the world..
Diabolos, Azazil's most trusted and loyal demon, intervened;
Sir, I suggest a way. The magic talent we have is insufficient. Let's steal the talents of the elves with highly developed magic skills on Earth, and give ourselves power.
This will increase our abilities and wipe out the entire race of the world.
Seeing Diabolos' proposal as logical, Azazil called out to Diabolos;
Well gather all your armies, capture the most skilled mages in the countries you designate, and kill and torture those who do not serve us.
Azazil, not even a fraction of his old angelic state, was attacking the human race with all his being to spread death and disaster.
At that moment, the necromancer appeared from the door. Yes, the war was approaching. The fate of the world would be determined after this war.
Chapter 15.1(The Great War)
Robert entered through the door of the magnificent hall. There was an army of demons around him and an evil aura engulfed the entire hall. Robert Azazil turned;
O the devil! Today I will put an end to your life and tyranny. Now all suffering will end. Your death will be by my hand!
Azazil was hiding his surprise at this old man who suddenly appeared before him and heeded the words of the old wizard.
The sorcerer's words were not empty. He was confident in something.
This old man might have possessed a power they did not know about magic in terms of the subject they had just discussed. Azazil began to speak cautiously;
O human, old sorcerer. You've come to my door, obviously you're talented. But you can't afford to kill me.
I am Azazil, the king of the entire demon army. Don't hesitate to show off all your skills!
I will crush you into dust and bury you with the others. Remember, I have a huge army and very skilled soldiers. If you want to fight me now, don't hold back!
Although he did not hesitate to fight Robert Azazil, he was heartbroken. His doubts had stifled his faith. What if he failed?
What if it all goes to waste? What should he do? No, there was no need for fear or worry. This job would be successful with a small aura of death magic.
Suppressing all his emotions, Robert called out to Azazil;
O demon and evil creature. I will bury you in history. My aura in my right hand will be enough to tear you apart. I will not stop until I crush you into dust.
Instead of fear and anxiety, Robert was surrounded by confidence and determination. He surrendered to his fate, believing that he would never give up on the path he knew.
Robert first created a blue aura on his right hand.
This was neither too little nor too much to begin with. The spell he used was called Amour.
Azazil started laughing when he saw Amour. Turning to Robert;
“What, are you going to destroy me with this?” He drew his big and wide sword in his hand.
Azazil was indeed a very powerful demon. He knew exactly what to do and how to fight.
He dealt a great blow to Robert with his sword, destroying the old mage's entire aura.
Danger bells were ringing. Whatever he did, Robert had to concentrate and focus on the aura of the Death Spell.
It was the only solution, but Azazil did not give him the opportunity. The Devil's army, on the other hand, did not interfere with the war on Azazil's instruction and wanted to see how their masters would win a great victory from afar.
All the demons were watching them confidently.
Chapter 15.2(True and False)
Frustrated by the Amour spell, Robert then cast his strongest spell, Bellum. Azazil was constantly preventing him from casting spells and was being clever.
He answered Bellum with his sword.
There was a 2 percent aura of death magic in the magic. Therefore, it was a very strong aura, and Azazil did not hide his surprise at this event;
I understand that you are gradually increasing your strength.. Well, you're not the only one using aura, are you? He started laughing saying..
Azazil suddenly surrounded him with a red aura. His strength was almost unbelievable.
Even the demon army around him was frightened and took cover. Robert had only one move left.
This time he was sure of what to do.
If Robert used 10 percent death magic aura, his body wouldn't be able to handle it and he would die within seconds.
Suddenly Azazil returned and activated Pena, the 8 percent death magic aura. The two master great warriors were sharing their trump card and the fate of all humanity would now be determined as a result of this war.
Azazil's aura was almost 8 percent equivalent to a death magic aura.
It wasn't easy to stop Azazil.
Robert needed to increase his aura by another 2 percent to defeat him, and his whole body knew he wouldn't be able to handle it.
He couldn't risk it. Even if he increased his strength, another move might come from Azazil. For a short while, he gathered all his mind and activated Pandora's box..
Yes, even if Robert couldn't kill Azazil, he could have imprisoned him in a box.
He combined all his strength with both hands and increased his aura to 10 percent and combined his entire demon army with Azazil's aura.
Then Azazil turned and imprisoned the demons and Azazil with a neat and one-shot move towards the pandora's box.
Robert's death was only seconds away, and he used those seconds to seal Pandora's box and cast a spell in case Azazil's soul might emerge from it in the future.
All the people of the world were freed from this scourge.
While Robert was breathing his last, the future events were shown by God for a brief moment.
Robert's last sentence was Harry.
