Just call me Thor

Chapter 442: Blood Ultimate



The resurrected Michael glanced at the Demon Cult members. "So many lost souls, abandoning their faith."

He chuckled, looking around. "My presence has definitely raised the moral bar around here."

Turning to James, he said, "I don't know how it happened, but I'm alive, and I have a feeling you played a part in it."

Michael threw his arm around James. "Bro, I'm so grateful. When we get back to Earth, I'll hook you up with some ladies of the night. You deserve to experience the joys of life!"

James: ???

"Um... Instructor Michael, I'm your student. Is it appropriate for you to be offering me prostitutes?"

Michael froze, then laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, I forgot. You're my student, and I'm your instructor. That wouldn't be very appropriate, haha."

James was confused. "You're pretty strong, right?"

Michael waved a dismissive hand. "Level 899, but I can hold my own against a Lord. Pretty impressive, huh?"

James's eyes lit up. "Can you get me and Draco out of here?"

"I can get you out, but who's Draco?" Michael glanced at the crimson monstrosity rampaging through the battlefield, gulping nervously. "Maybe not him. I can't handle that thing." "This..."

James fell silent, unsure what to say.

"If we can't fight our way out, we'll have to outsmart them!"

Michael swaggered towards the opposing forces, his voice booming. "I am the leader of the First, Third, Fourth, and Sixth Demon Cults!"

"Which Demon Cult are you from? Who's your leader? Tell him to come out and negotiate!"

The Demon Cult members stared at him, dumbfounded, then burst into laughter.

"Listen up, kid!" the brute with the axe bellowed. "I'm from the Fifth Demon Cult!"

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Michael: "..."

He turned to James, forcing a smile. "James, your instructor might have just been resurrected, but it seems I'm about to deliver another dying message."

He hadn't expected them to be so straightforward.

The Fifth Demon Cult was a unique breed.

"Fellow colleagues, let's talk this over like civilized people. There's no need for hostility." Michael chuckled nervously. "I'm the leader of the First, Third, Fourth, and Sixth Demon Cults. We're allies..."

"The Third, Fourth, and Sixth Demon Gods are dead," the brute with the axe said coldly. "Oh."

Michael's reaction was surprisingly calm.

He had anticipated this.

"Then there's the Archdemon!"

To be fair, invoking the Archdemon's name was still a decent bluff.

Michael pointed at James. "This is a valuable asset of the First Demon Cult, a spy we've infiltrated into the human ranks."

James: ???

Crap, he was a traitor now!

"Instructor Michael, I..."

"Shut up!" Michael hissed. "You are what I say you are!"

Damn it, this wasn't the time for arguments!

Survival was the priority.

He could worry about the details later.

That was Michael's way.

Unfortunately, his bluff was easily seen through.

The brute with the axe sneered. "Idiot, Calderon nearly killed the Archdemon. You didn't even know that?"

Michael was stunned.

He had one last card to play.

He turned to the Demon Cult members, his voice sincere. "Hey, are you guys looking for a new leader? I have a great resume. Extensive experience leading Demon Cults. Worked for four different cults, three of which were destroyed..."

The Fifth Demon Cult members: "..."

"Don't waste your time on him. He's stalling!"

"I've heard of this Michael. He's a sly one. Let's attack!"

"If you were Terenas, I might show you some respect. But you're not even a Lord. Get lost!"

The Demon Cult members' expressions turned hostile.

They were ready to attack.

Michael's face hardened. He took a step back, standing beside James.

"Instructor Michael, if it comes down to it, you should leave without me," James whispered.

"Quiet. Listen to me."

Michael's gaze was cold, his expression calculating.

He was a cunning individual, always thinking several steps ahead.

He didn't know how he had been resurrected, but he knew one thing: he was still useful.

This was most likely the work of the Supreme Being, Apollo.

If Apollo had placed him here, with Thor present, there had to be a way out of this situation. Otherwise, what was the point of resurrecting him only to kill him again?

"You know, I'm actually a Soul Element expert," Michael whispered, tapping his forehead. "But there's something wrong with me. I have multiple personalities. You get it?"

James shook his head honestly. "Not really."

Michael rolled his eyes. "Basically, there's a powerful old geezer living inside my head. If he comes out, you might have a chance of surviving. If he doesn't, well, start preparing your last

words."

James didn't understand what multiple personalities meant, but he noticed something strange. "Instructor Michael, if that old geezer comes out, you..."

Michael chuckled bitterly. "If he lives, I die."

He waved a dismissive hand, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He began chanting

silently.

"Old fool, come out!"

He didn't get a response from the old fool.

But he did get a different kind of reinforcement.

A shadow engulfed the Blood Shadow, shielding both James and Michael.

A powerful Lord tier aura emanated from the shadow, and an old man's voice boomed.

"I am Shadow Ten."

Shadow Ten?! The Demon Cult members froze, eyeing the newcomer warily.

"How about we call it a day?" Shadow Ten's voice was calm and steady.

He was confident in his ability to escape with James and the Blood Shadow.

As for Michael?

That troublesome individual, connected to his former student... Shadow Ten found him

annoying. He would save him if he could, but if he couldn't, he wouldn't lose any sleep over it.

Michael, however, had a different perspective.

"Instructor, save me!" he cried out, his voice filled with joy.

(Michael) Terenas's instructor?

The former Corps Leader of the Blood Sea Corps, Darian?!

Darian's strength was undeniable. He was one of humanity's most powerful fighters.

The moment Michael revealed Shadow Ten's identity, the Demon Cult members began to

retreat.

Perhaps it was time to cut their losses.

But their retreat was short-lived.

A powerful demon creature stepped forward, its gaze sweeping over the battlefield.

"By order of the Demon God, kill them all. Leave no survivors!"

Shadow Ten, Michael, and James's faces darkened.

Countless demon creatures, their eyes gleaming with malice, charged towards them, a

relentless tide.

This was the Fifth Abyss.

Their master was the Fifth Demon God.

To provoke a human powerhouse, the Fifth Demon God would resort to any means necessary.

His only desire was to die as soon as possible.

In the first clash, Shadow Ten's protective barrier nearly shattered under the onslaught of

demon creatures.

James's face was pale. He still gripped his blade, but his eyes held the resignation of a man

facing his inevitable demise.

Michael was in even worse shape. He had been critically injured by a Nine-Star Lord before the

demon creatures even reached them.

If Shadow Ten hadn't intervened, he would be dead.

As he lay dying, Michael continued to mutter.

"Old fool... I'm dying... aren't you going to come out?"

No response.

The situation was dire.

Outside Shadow Ten's crumbling barrier, the Demon Cult members taunted them.

"You're going to die here today, hahaha!"

"Shadow Ten? What a joke. Even a Nine-Star Lord is no match for us!"

As their taunts reached a fever pitch, a raspy, sinister voice cut through the chaos.

"Even a Nine-Star Lord is no match for you?"

A gaunt old man, his skin stretched taut over his bones, his appearance half-human, half-

ghost, materialized behind Michael.

The moment he appeared, the battle seemed to pause.

A broken staff descended from the sky, landing in the old man's outstretched hand.

He leaned on the staff, slowly walking towards Shadow Ten, facing the overwhelming horde

of demon creatures and Demon Cult members.

As he passed Shadow Ten, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but no words

came out.

Shadow Ten turned away, ignoring him.

The old man stood at the forefront, facing the countless demon creatures.

"You said even a Nine-Star Lord would die here?"

He chuckled, a chilling sound. "What about an Ultimate Lord?"

A surge of power erupted from him, shaking the very foundations of the Fifth Abyss.

A crack appeared in the void, and the gates of the Temple of Truth opened slightly. A stream

of source energy flowed into the old man, merging with him.

On today, the former Vice Corps Leader of the Blood Sea Corps, the former Fourth Demon Cult

Leader, Terenas, was resurrected.

In the Fifth Abyss, he broke through to Ultimate Lord tier. History would remember him as... the Blood Ultimate.