Zahara could not replicate fused abilities like the ones Crimson currently wielded.
However, he could imitate World-breaking abilities with terrifying ease.
And this time ...
he had copied King’s Presence itself.
His strength rose tremendously.
Holding Kingslayer, the Upper First advanced toward the golem with the intention of killing him regardless of what he had copied.
Even then, Crimson’s eyes still searched for Gael, unwilling to let the Duke of Hell escape.
Soon, the battle erupted once more.
The golem and the Upper First charged directly toward one another, each trying to utterly destroy the other.
The witch joined the battle as well, using her Word Magic to support Zahara.
Yet Crimson proved to be the worst possible opponent for her.
All of the witch’s attacks were long-range and dependent on aura.
The Red World nullified them effortlessly.
She could not inflict even the slightest damage upon him.
As for Zahara—
he was still capable of harming Crimson.
But in a direct clash of physical might, he was completely overwhelmed by the Upper First.
The offensive power of the Upper First had increased monstrously after entering the form of the Absolute Hell Demon.
Despite the golem’s relentless regeneration and stubborn resistance, victory against Crimson seemed utterly impossible.
At his current level of power, only monsters on the level of Agaroth and Nameless could fight him evenly.
The Upper First completely dominated his enemies, crushing them one after another and proving himself to be the strongest existence within the Maze of Doors.
The Great One of Krat failed to stop him.
Gael failed.
Even the golem Zahara and the witch Rhaenys were suppressed one after another.
All of them fell beneath his overwhelming might.
Crimson was invincible, a being without weakness.
Absolute defense said to be the strongest of all, coupled with terrifying offensive power born from that monstrous form.
On top of that, he wielded overwhelmingly powerful weapons—
The Blood Armor and Kingslayer.
He was tyrannical.
The strongest existence since Agaroth and Nameless.
Yet he possessed one fatal weakness...
He had too many enemies.
It was a truth the Great One of Krat understood perfectly—
and one the Upper First had ignored.
Out of nowhere, while Crimson was battling Zahara, a man radiating brilliant light suddenly appeared before him.
Golden eyes burned with immense Aura of Light.
Orsted, the Second Lord of Light, ambushed him directly, his sword forged from pure light cutting through Crimson’s armor.
The Upper First barely managed to block the sudden strike while simultaneously dealing with Zahara.
But that was only the beginning.
Another monster descended upon him from behind.
"One for one, filthy demon."
Midir’s thunderous voice echoed as he attacked as well.
The aura of the Dragon God was overwhelming.
His Aura flow had reached its absolute peak, and even his physical appearance had become far more savage after merging with his spirit beast, Plasido.
He had unleashed his strongest form—
Surosh.
With a single punch, the Upper First was blasted away violently before finally regaining control of himself.
Zahara growled furiously at Midir and Orsted alike, unable to distinguish ally from enemy.
But Rhaenys’ voice came at the perfect moment, guiding him.
"No, Zahara. They are allies."
"Your only enemies are the demons!!"
The moment he heard Rhaenys’ voice, the golem stopped himself from attacking the Lord of Light and the Dragon God.
Instead, he joined forces with them.
The three attacked Crimson together, surrounding him completely.
The Upper First’s eyes moved wildly in every direction, desperately trying to keep up with the countless attacks crashing down upon him.
Midir could match him in direct close combat despite the Absolute Hell Demon’s overwhelming offensive power.
Surosh granted him monstrous physical might.
Orsted was unbelievably fast, and his Light powers were the natural enemy of demons, making his attacks inflict terrifying damage that even Blood Armor struggled to absorb.
Meanwhile, Zahara himself helped Midir suppress Crimson physically.
The Upper First was forced to fight on three fronts simultaneously.
Even so, he endured fiercely, gritting his teeth and resisting with everything he possessed.
Midir’s tyrannical punches descended upon him—
he blocked them.
Orsted attacked with his terrifying speed—
Crimson kept up using the Red World and repelled him as well.
At the same time, he drove Zahara back using a barrage of devastating slashes from Kingslayer.
Crimson moved across the battlefield relentlessly, dealing with all three of them without pause.
A battle of three against one was too much—
even for someone like him.
And what made the situation even worse...
was the voice that came from behind him.
"No, Crimson... this is not three against one."
World-breaking abilities exploded behind Crimson’s back, inflicting devastating damage after the Great One of Krat seized the opportunity he had been waiting for.
"It is four against one."
"And your situation will only grow worse with every passing second."
Crimson’s enemies had increased once again.
Gael was still lurking nearby, waiting patiently for an opening.
The remaining Great Powers and countless other terrifying beings were slowly approaching as well.
Every pair of eyes was fixed upon the Upper First—
filled with overwhelming killing intent.
His only allies, Agares and Marvas, had already fallen.
There was no one left to support him.
He stood completely alone.
Even so, Crimson resisted with terrifying force, unleashing everything he had and inflicting horrifying injuries upon many of them.
But he himself did not escape unscathed.
He suffered terribly.
No matter where he turned his head...
No matter where his eyes wandered...
The Upper First saw nothing except enemies.
Opponents who desired his death.
"You are strong... Upper First."
"But you are not Agaroth."
If the Demon King himself had been here, he would have fought such a battle with a monstrous smile upon his face.
But the Upper First was not that devouring monster.
Yes, he was unimaginably powerful.
Stronger than every single one of those attacking him.
Yet against a siege like this...
Defeat had never been closer.
Death had become the only logical conclusion.
That night—
every race united against the Upper First,
seeking to extinguish the flame of his life forever.