Supreme Monarch

Tyler had found himself unable to move his entire left arm and leg. His neck also felt stiff and he could no longer raise his head to see what was happening with the fight against the Devil who was apparently called himself Moloc having heard it speak its name over and over again. 

 Although using magic sense at 100% would allow him to see everything even more clearly, he didn't have the luxury to be distracted right now. His arm had already been completely regenerated but that had also spread the negative corruption further across his body. 

 He was completely focused on limiting the spread of the corruption and Erin was helping him. Most of her purification spells had failed to even slow down the advancement of the corruption but Tyler didn't give up. 

 He attempted various things and finally found a way to restrict the spread of the corruption by expanding his mana and infusing them with magic runes that prevent the spread of negative energy. 

 He felt better instantly which was a shame as things might not have gotten this bad if he had figured this method out a while back. 

This also allowed Erin to be able to lessen the burden the corruption placed on him by using the rejuvenating and purification abilities of Pure water. Restoring most of his mobility even though she had failed to get rid of the root cause.

 Finally able to move again, he stood up to face the Devil only to see ash grey flames turning the enchanted training hall to dust in a matter of seconds. 

 The magic item he had used to summon Moloc, the wand of chaos had long been destroyed meaning he had wasted his one use on this troublesome Devil. 

Part of him had hoped to tame Moloc, or at least get him to sign a contract with him temporarily, which was why he had hesitated in attacking the monster the first time, but after almost turning undead, he had changed had decided to change his tactics. There was no talking this out. 

 •White Nova•

 As a Devil lord, Tyler knew Moloc was a spiritual life form that couldn't be killed by normal means. To some extent, devils were immortal beings that could practically live forever I'd been left alone.

 However, all spiritual life forms had a source, something like a core or soul that was the nexus of their entire existence. Destroying their spiritual body alone would not kill them, one must completely annihilate their source. 

 This realization was why Tyler could now go all out. While destroying a devil's spiritual body wouldn't kill it, that didn't mean it wouldn't have any effects on them. 

The skill 'White Nova was only a sub-skill of Spatial Domination he had literally just acquired by combining the skills, Universal Barrier and Warp controls white hole. Essentially creating a controlled explosion of matter, rivaling that of an exploding star. 

 The moment his skill was activated, an almost transparent barrier immediately appeared in a dome of around 500 feet in diameter and 100 feet in height. The barrier had completely sealed off the ashen flames but Tyler knew the devil's spell was too powerful to be contained inside his barrier for long. 

 The next step of his skill was creating a white hole at the epicenter of the dome. This combination had been given the name White Nova by Uriel and Tyler would soon understand why.

 After all, a white hole was in essence the complete opposite of a black hole. 

 Boosting the strength of the barrier with his ability, a singularity was created in front of the confused Moloc and in the next moment, everything went white. It was a sudden burst of brightness that would burn the eyes of anyone who stared at it.

 Just as accurately named, the white nova was immensely bright and matter exploded out of it with a force billions of times greater than a hydrogen bomb and almost shattered Tyler's barrier.

 However, his barrier was surprisingly able to withstand the force of a white hole that was greater than a supernova. The light soon disappeared as everyone stared warily at the settling dust. 

 Tyler simply moved forward without a hint of hesitation in his steps. After all, he was sure that Moloc could certainly survive that as he hadn't infused much energy within the explosion of matter. 

 He was right. With a body full of holes and nearly ripped apart, Moloc desperately tried to reform his body before Tyler could get to him but he had used almost all his immerse amounts of energy he had just to survive that. 

 [This, Impossible... Moloc is Chaos Lord, how... ack!]

 Before Moloc could continue rambling on, a spiraling magic bullet shattered one of his arms and for the first time in over a million years. He felt pain. 

"You really did a number on this place, didn't you? Do you know how hard it would be to fix it? Well, I guess you'll find out soon enough."

[SILENCE! I will not return there!]

 "Why'd you stop taking in the third person."

 As a Devil without a physical body, the only way Moloc had felt he would survive this was to return to the spiritual plane to recover. However, he wasn't sure how long he would have to remain there again before he gets a chance to return.

 As a Devil lord, his power was too immersed, making it very hard for him to be summoned as most Devil summonings targeted weaker devils that could be easily controlled. In all his years of existing, he had only been summoned three times in total and those were all before becoming a Devil Lord.

 Unless he figures out a way to open the portal to the physical plane himself, he may never be summoned again and would be dammed to forever roam through the endless void of the underworld. 

[I shall not allow this! - Gerbis Ri Tilaxo]

 In a desperate attempt to save himself, Moloc used another spell in the devil's tongue with almost all the energy he had left and instantly. The air in the hall started to vibrate as a red bubble of hellfire wrapped around him and Moloc's body began to condense and reform repeatedly until he had shrunk in size to about 7 feet tall. 

 He had used a spell to condense his remaining energy into a smaller package that now possessed a more explosive burst. While he could no longer use most of his hellfire powers as he had before. He was now several times faster and stronger than before. Four pitch-black curved blades had materialized in each of his arms. 

 "That's a neat trick. Still, this—"

 Before Tyler could finish speaking, Moloc disappeared from his view and reappeared behind him, already swinging his blades at his head. Tyler quickly moved out of the way but Moloc wouldn't let him escape so easily.

 Unlike his previous self that was always laughing manically just to taunt them, that was no longer the case. His eyes were filled with a wave of fiery anger and determination not to lose. 

 Still, even with his immense speed that surpasses even those of the 8th tier, he was always just a step slower than Tyler as he narrowly dodged and avoided every attack by only the slimmest of inches. 

 Each sword stroke cut through space itself as Spatial tears were literally all around them while time seems to be moving far slower than it should. 

 While Tyler had some breathing room despite how it appeared, Moloc still didn't give him the chance to use a spell. He was already firing magic bullets at the unsuspecting Moloc but as he had four arms, he was able to deflect them all without slowing down his attacks. 

 "I guess melee combat it is then. I'll have to beat you into submission. Not something I'm a fan of you know."

 Saying that the magic weapon, Narsil suddenly appeared in Tyler's arm and he swung it to meet Moloc's swords. 

*Boom!

 Their simple clash had caused the earth to tremble as the impact alone almost ripped the reinforced castle apart. Tyler also couldn't afford to take the monster outside as he was trying to stay away from prying eyes. 

 He created a barrier around the training hall as their next clash would've collapsed the hall on top of them. He would use frozen space but he had a feeling Moloc would be able to resist it and move freely within it.

 •Rapid Bursts•

 With reckless abandonment, Tyler swung his blade with full force and a countless burst of energy bombarded the stunned Moloc who could barely defend himself against one. 

 Even after his body was completely messed up by the energy attacks, he still remained standing and ready to continue the fight. However, he had lost track of Tyler in the chaos and before a single thought could even register in his head, he felt a sharp pain in his back as another burst of energy sent his entire being flying. 

 He was just about to crash into a wall when Tyler had suddenly appeared in front of him again and a fist was planted on his face. Cutting off his momentum abruptly and sending him flying back in the direction he came.

 The same thing happened with a kick as his body was used in playing a solo game of ping pong until his head finally popped cleanly off and slammed into the barrier. 

 Moloc was at a loss for words. This situation was completely unexpected as he had never thought that as a Devil Lord, he would lose to mere demigods to the point where his pain resistance was even nullified and he felt it. 

 "You're not dead right. I'm told devils can't die unless I erase their source. Yours seems to be located in this manifestation of your head. What do you think I should do about that?"

[How...]

 "How? Oh, I can totally see it. That was fun right?"

 Tyler moved over to Moloc's head and crouched next to him. His eyes gently glowed red even though he hadn't activated any skills and as a summon, Moloc could no longer rebel. However, he no longer even had the will to.

 The underworld was a brutal plane of existence where only the strong survived and the weak is destroyed. His strong ego and desire to survive had taken him to the top but he had finally met a roadblock he couldn't destroy. 

 This was the first for him and he couldn't help but be curious. It was only natural he offered up his very existence to this person but for some reason, he felt like that was a good thing.

A demon capable of subduing a Devil lord, how intriguing is that. Devils had no problems in serving a master. the only issue was, their egos would not allow them how their heads to anyone weaker than them. 

And as a Devil lord, Moloc had felt there would be no one in the physic plane strong them him. However, he was clearly mistaken and it was his duty to recognize this man as his one true master. Any futile resistance would be an insult to his title and he would be better off dead tarnishing his very existence.

[I-i yelled... Moloc will offer you his absolute fealty. Inzagrat. With this, the lord of chaos shall forever become your servant.]

 What he had done was a pact between a Devil and his master. A pact governed by the spiritual plane. Even a god would not be able to break it. 

 "Huh? That was oddly fast. I haven't even done what I had planned. I had an entire speech and everything."

 Having thought of various ways to make this stubborn Devil sign the summoning contract with him, Tyler was vaguely disappointed he didn't get to carry any of them out as he just stared blankly at the large head of an ugly ass Devil.