I Know the Secret to Surpass Level 100

Not every being in any realm was born perfect. No matter how strong someone is, there is a weakness. "Death's weakness is noon," Leviathan said. "From nine in the morning to three in the afternoon, that's the time where he will be on his weakest."

"And we will utilize that time to defeat him, right?" Leonardo asked, to which Leviathan answered with a nod. "But what about Lance? Where are they now?"

"There's a problem," Irus suddenly spoke. "I can't seem to open the portal to my realm. Something is blocking me from accessing it."

"What?" Leonardo gasped. "What will happen to them now?"

"They're safe," Irus assured. "But for now, I can't seem to contact them. We will be on our own for a little while. Will that be fine?"

"Maybe we should wait for them for a little bit," the Holy Crow suggested. "Even when there are quite a few people with us that are strong, it's best if there are many of us."

"At that time, Death has absorbed another Palace," Mammon said. "We need to stop him nor or it will only get harder."

"Then let's do it," Clan clasped his hands. "I have my second chance and if I die now, then the Soul Collectors will just take my soul and revive me again."

"You can't rely on that," Leviathan said. "Death has his own ways, ways to hide his lethal killing intent. If he kills you without it, the Soul Collectors won't be able to take you back."

Clan sighed, "Then what do you suggest we do, then?"

"Open it," Irus said. "Now I see you."

There was a sudden explosion and two people burst from the ground. Blythe and another man stood in front of them, both grinning.

"Malice's Vassals," the Holy Crow gasped. "Impossible."

"I thought they were going to be quite stronger than this," Blythe said. "The Deathly Folks. Your reputation has reached our floor but I have to say that I'm disappointed. Your powers are far too inferior to ours."

Irus sighed and conjured a giant sword made of darkness. "I can smell Paragons from you. What the hell happened?"

"A deal with the Paragons," the man with Blythe said. His voice was like he was chanting a prayer, going from low to high and has a tone to it as if he was singing. "Malice made a deal with their chieftain and now we have their powers."

"Frask," Blythe called out to her ally. "Let's kill them."

Blythe held her spear while Frask wielded a giant metal ring that surrounded him. The metal ring split into two arches, which he fired towards the demons and controlled its movements while he was far from it.

"Interesting," Irus smirked. He used his sword to block the two arch ring that Frask fired at them. Their weapons clashed and created bright sparks that lit the forest even when it was already daytime.

"I'm here too!" Blythe yelled. She thrust her spear but she was caught by a wheel of water that cut her hand off. "What?"

"Not gonna happen," Mammon smirked. He waved his hands in the air, controlling a large wave of water that he pushed towards Blythe.

"Burning Ego!" Blythe casted. Her chopped off arm went back to her body and a beam made of flames greeted the tides that approached her. "Hiya!"

"Burning Heads!" Blythe spun her spear and thrust it forward multiple times. Each time she thrusts, an arrowhead made of pure burning fire was fired. She continued to do this until the wave had vanished. "This is far too easy."

"Locust," Saitan appeared behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Suddenly, Blythe's body turned into a green slimy liquid. Her spear fell to the ground as her body melted.

"That was easy enough," Saitan smirked but was met with a spear right on his face. He managed to dodge it by stepping backwards, barely missing the spear that aimed on his face. "What the hell?"

"Things are not done so easily," Blythe, which was currently a pond of green slime, growled. She yelled and burned herself, the flames evaporating the slime which she used to recreate her body.

Using her foot, she kicked the spear off of the ground and spun it, pointing at Mammon who was as shocked as Saitan who was behind her. "The Paragons have unparalleled powers. Imagine if I get to have one of their souls."

"King Paracio did not held back with his deal with Malice, huh?" Saitan sighed. "With that level of yours right now, I assume he gave you one of his own blood."

"He has too many sons," Blythe said. "He realized he doesn't need so many to compete for his throne."

The three of them crashed with each other in their fight. It was hard to defeat Blythe because of her regeneration abilities as well as her combat prowess and high magic damage output, but it wasn't impossible for the demons.

Saitan slammed his hands on the ground. "Liquid Flame."

Four chains made of lava pierced from the ground and wrapped themselves on each of Blythe's linbs. She tried to break herself free from it, but the grip of the chains were too tight that she just sighed.

"What a mess," Blythe sighed. "It seems like the powers of the Paragons are not enough to defeat the Deathly folks."

"I got an ability from a certain Holy Crow," Mammon smirked. "It's very destructive that I don't get why he never used it before. He dedicated his life to healing that it's such a shame if I won't use it."

"Just from the looks of your face I could see that this magic is very entertaining for you," Blythe sighed. "But just do it. I don't even want to serve Malice anymore."

Mammon paused and tilted his head to the side in confusion. "The Vassals are Malice's highest and most loyal servants. What happened?"

"She changed," Blythe answered simply. "After she came down here a few days ago, she changed. It's like she's always mad. So just kill me. I can't return to our realm because I failed and I can't hide from her because she'll find a way to find me."

"You don't have to worry about that," Saitan smiled. "You can come with us and we can all live peacefully."

"What?" Blythe turned to him. "Really?"

"Of course," Saitan smiled. He loosened his grip which made Blythe suddenly grin. "Not. How could we trust something like you?"

"High Order: Total Erasure!" Mammon casted. He pointed both his palms at Blythe while his body lit up with a bright white light. A halo was formed above his head while a giant halo was formed above Blythe. Her eyes widened after feeling the immense power from the glowing white halo.

"No!" Blythe yelled. "I have so many things that I want to do."

The white halo unleashed its wrath, pouring energy from it down to its victim. Blythe was swallowed by the light, nothing was left of her. Even her spear vanished from existence.

"This magic," Mammon fell to the ground in exhaustion. "How could they have it? This can erase even the soul of its poor victim."