The Demon Monarch System

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"Zarkath, raise your Infernal Ramparts, now! And don't stop unless I say so," Apollo commanded as he estimated the upcoming terror these two monsters would create upon clashing.

Immediately, Zarkath obliged, pressing his hands against the ground. One by one, Infernal Ramparts rose from the ground. However, it wasn't only half an octagon. Since their backs were against a wall, there was no reason, or rather impossible to summon any ramparts in that direction.

Hence, Zarkath focused on fortifying the 4 summoned Infernal Ramparts by reinforcing them with rows upon rows of ramparts. In this situation, there was no such thing as being too careful. Suffering damage from this fight was not a chance Apollo was willing to take.

Be that as it may, just the aftershock of the Juggernaut's and Fuhrer's first collision shattered the outermost layer of the rampart. When this happened, Zarkath worked rapidly to replace it, exhausted a sizable portion of his Anima Reserves. 

On the other hand, Apollo closed his eyes, using his Tainted Temple to sense the progression of the fight.

"Hmph," Fuhrer scoffed, analyzing the Juggernaut's armor. The first thing he did was pinpoint any possible weaknesses in its integrity. However, Fuhrer was surprised to find that both its exterior and interior were seamlessly prepared.

'Something is off about this armor… it doesn't originate from this world, or any of the Lower Worlds for that matter. Just what is the identity of this being's creator? Are they a foe we'll have to face in the future?' Fuhrer thought.

However, he soon pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind, brandishing Brynhildr numerous times in a mere instant, against the incoming fist. Small nicks appeared on the gauntlet encasing the Juggernaut's fist, but Fuhrer didn't let up on his assault.

His extensive attacks formed an interconnecting web that no matter how one approached it, they were bound to receive at least a few cuts. Unsurprisingly, the brutish Juggernaut received the blows and continued to release its own.

Fuhrer guarded against it, vanishing from where he stood. A few moments later, he appeared behind the Juggernaut's left knee, unleashing a relentless barrage of slashes. 

The Juggernaut's knee faltered for an instant but recovered quickly, showcasing its monstrous regeneration rate. Be that as it may, Fuhrer's onslaught was merely in its infant stages.

From here on, he stopped utilized simple strikes and switched to employing his Tenebrous Sword techniques. Empowered by the void, his strikes opened forceful gaps in the armor. 

With Brynhildr's sharpness, all it required was a hefty application of Fuhrer's strength. The madness in Fuhrer's eyes amplified, revealing another sword strike, one with appalling effects.

"Tenebrous Sword: Stagnant Void!" 

The area surrounding the Juggernaut became devoid of any type of energy, sucking into an unmoving void. Even the energy within its large frame felt sluggish, affected by the conditions Fuhrer's move gave birth to.

Even when the Juggernaut tried to resolve the created void, he was powerless to do so. If he wished to accomplish that it would require a certain attainment into the laws of the Void. In the world of Astarat, there wasn't a single person alive who could touch upon that boundary. 

At the very most, they were skilled in spatial abilities. However, they were not one and the same. One could see void abilities as the greater part of spatial abilities. Whereas spatial abilities warped space and allowed one to weaponize it, void abilities went even further. Retaining those abilities as well as presented extra ones, such as presence concealments and dimensional ruptures.

Gradually, Fuhrer overwhelmed with the Juggernaut with the stagnant void, "With this void active, your supply of energy is no longer immense. Once your internal energy is consumed, there will be no more energy for you to take advantage of."

There was a faint teasing undertone in Fuhrer's words as an unusual playful smirk appeared on his face. Without delay, he entered the stagnant void, found it comfortable. But, once he entered it, Apollo lost all signals of the battle.

"They have taken this fight elsewhere. At the very least, we are no longer in danger," Furcas revealed, the numerous pupil in his eyes spinning in a tight formation. Although he could still see Fuhrer and the opponent to a certain extent, the particulars were blurred.

For now, they would just have to wait for their exit and see who will emerge as the victor.

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Meanwhile, in the stagnant void, Fuhrer retracted his helmet. Crimson lines bore into his skin next to his blackened eyes—a sign of his berserk nature rising to the forefront. However, all of a sudden, his hair began to float as the dark armor connected to him separated piece by piece.

A refined physique was revealed underneath with sparse clothing. Gradually, an infernal armor wreathed his body, producing a new presence altogether. 

"Allow me to take you back to my heyday. Back when I was dubbed the Infernal Slaughterer," Fuhrer remarked, his voice thrumming with dark intent. Compared to before, the feeling he gave off now was akin to some kind of demon god. 

A tinge of fear filled the mind once Fuhrer revealed this state, however, it couldn't retreat now. It had its pride as its title of the ultimate creation. Retreating now would be a blemish upon its creator's reputation.

Regrettably, this is what Fuhrer was hoping for.

"Don't say I bullied the weak," Fuhrer chuckled, swinging Brynhildr gently. A collection of tendrils wreathed in an infernal aura pierced the armor producing a surprising effect. Countless small yet bloody holes appeared on the Juggernaut's body.

"Hoh? So you're alive. No wonder I sensed life fluctuations from you. And no wonder my urge to kill you is so strong," Fuhrer said with an arched eyebrow, partly surprised by this development." 

'Fwoosh!'

Fuhrer advanced, pressing his palm against the Juggernaut's chest. A force entered its body causing a jetstream of blood to eject from the hole. For a moment, the Juggernaut fell to its knees but still attempted to retaliate.

It swung its rightmost arm equipped with a battle-ax coated in a vigorous aura. At the same time, it swung its opposite arm, equipped with a greatsword. If this attack connected, the outcome would be devastating!

After all, a battle-ax and greatsword were the two weapons with the greatest attack force in a fight. When their properties were coupled with the Juggernaut's immense strength it resulted in great synergy.

However, unexpectedly, Fuhrer didn't move an inch from where he stood. Instead, he relinquished his grasp of Brynhildr, allowing it to float before him. A second later, the attacks arrived.

'Bang!'

"Ahahaha! You talk big, but I, the Juggernaut of Destruction shall always prevail! As the ultimate creation, it is within my right to enact my master's desires!" 

The gleeful laughter of the Juggernaut as if he had claimed an almighty victory!

"Hoh? You talk as if you've conquered me. By all means, please point me in the directions of the person you've defeated." A voice sounded within the resulting debris.

The laugher was cut short by the calmness of the voice. Whenever an injury was received, you could usually notice it from the injury in one's voice. Yet, Fuhrer's voice was unfaltering, smooth till the very end.

As the dust cleared, Fuhrer's figure was revealed and in his grasp were the two immense weapons, thought to have put an end to his existence.

On the contrary, Fuhrer received them with ease and even neutralizing the forces. The wasn't the slightest sign of an impact on the floor, confusing the Juggernaut.

"You look confused. Are you perhaps confused as to where the power behind your strikes went? Here, take it back," Fuhrer said, flickering each of the weapons.

  An explosion occurred, blasting the Juggernaut into the vault. It coughed up copious amounts of blood as the resurgence of its own force caused extensive internal damage. 

"Now, perish under my blade," Fuhrer said, holding his hand forward. Brynhildr took to the skies, realizing a horrendous around which continued to climb without end. Soon enough, the area was engulfed in an aura that produced fears.

"Begone," Fuhrer uttered, Brynhildr cleaving downward as a result. Not just the Juggernaut, even the void was bisected as a result. Just like that, the monstrous Fuhrer had prevailed in this fight!

On Apollo's side, he received a shocking message. Even without the cancellation of the void, he understood just who had won the fight. 'I wonder just what took place on the other side when I lost sight of it.'