The Incubus System Chapter 1189. Survive The War I
The Incubus System Chapter 1189. Survive The War I But yeah, I didn’t have time to sit in that feeling. Didn’t have the luxury to sink into
The Incubus System Chapter 1189. Survive The War I
But yeah, I didn’t have time to sit in that feeling. Didn’t have the luxury to sink into the moment or analyze what it all meant. There was too much to do, too many threats still crawling across the battlefield, too many people depending on me.
The emotional part of me? It was packed up and shoved to the back of my head. I could open that box later.
Right now?
I had work to do.
The stench of burnt flesh and acidic demon blood still clung to the air like poison perfume. The smoke hadn’t settled. The ground was cracked and glowing with residual infernal mana. My Devil Space pulsed with faint red veins in the sky, a domain carved out and layered in hell energy—my energy—containing the breach zone.
But even with the rift sealed, demons were still here. Still fighting. Still trying to run.
And that was a problem.
Because if they slipped past the edge of my Devil Space, they’d scatter into the human world like roaches after a light switch. Small groups at first. Then coordinated cells. Then full-on infestations. By the time the human cities noticed the surge, it’d already be too late.
I clenched my fists. My Demonic Power gauge sat steady at 100%, my HP was ticking back up, and the ache in my bones was finally dulling.
Good.
Because this wasn't over.
I launched myself upward—pushing my wings to full extension. The wind roared past me as I climbed. Higher. And higher. Until I broke above the battlefield smoke and hovered midair.
My Devil Space had limits, even if it was the enhanced version. The sky above was tinted red, the clouds twisted with net-like seals, and on the horizon, I could see them… Clusters of fleeing demons.
I adjusted my vision.
Dozens. No, hundreds. They were moving fast. Desperate. Most of the dumb ones had been slaughtered by my girls on the frontlines, but some of the smarter bastards waited for chaos. And now they were running. West. East. North. All directions.
“Shit,” I muttered.
My Shadow Ritual skills would’ve been the cleanest way to deal with all of them. A domain-wide execution. One cast. Done.
But…
There wasn’t enough time. I couldn’t hit all the borders before some slipped through.
So I had to do it manually. Prioritize by threat and proximity.
West first.
A quick scan showed a large cluster of flying demons—mostly Glider Beasts and Carvers—heading toward the edge. One more kilometer and they’d be outside.
Nope.
I extended my arm, focused, and roared, “Dark Storm!”
The sky above the west side shattered with black lightning.
Clouds roiled, a vortex of cursed wind and infernal thunder snapping into existence. Spears of dark lightning stabbed downward like divine wrath gone wrong. Screeches filled the air as the blast ripped through the fleeing demons, slicing wings, incinerating flesh. Fire ignited midair, and dozens were obliterated before they even hit the ground.
The air reeked of ozone and burnt blood.
But I couldn’t rest.
Because the east side?
Just as bad.
Almost worse.
Several elite demons were leading a pack. Slitherfiends, with their damn tunneling speed. If they reached human territory, they'd vanish underground and wreak havoc from below.
I didn’t hesitate.
I used my telepathy.
[You have connected to Syntyche]
‘Syntyche. The demons in the east. Take care of them!’
I felt the connection thrum, her presence in my mind sharp and sarcastic.
‘Already ahead of you, darling,’ she purred mentally. ‘But if you wanted to hear my voice that badly, you could’ve just said so.’
‘Focus.’
‘Fiiine. You’re no fun when you’re not begging for release.’
Despite everything, I smirked. Slightly.
Then her presence pulsed and faded—re-centered on her task.
[You have disconnected with Syntyche.]
From my high vantage point, I watched as her webs exploded outward across the east field. Dozens of demons tried to scale cliffs or burst underground—only to be snatched up by glowing thread traps, yanked mid-leap, spun, snapped, and crushed.
Syntyche’s Widow’s Net activated fully—thick cords of web mana flooding across the terrain and binding anything with a hostile signature.
I exhaled, watching her work.
Two sectors secured.
But the north…
I frowned.
There weren’t many demons left there, but I spotted movement that made my stomach clench.
A Summoner-class demon. Masked. Cloaked in black smoke. Riding on a corrupted wyvern.
Shit!
They weren’t escaping.
They were casting.
A gate circle had already begun to form.
“Not happening.”
I dove. Fast. Wind howling in my ears. I drew Nightmare midair, the blade still glowing with stored infernal power.
The Summoner looked up just in time to see me come down on him like a meteor.
My blade cleaved the air, shattering the ritual circle and slamming down on the wyvern’s skull. It exploded in a burst of flame and scales.
The Summoner tried to retreat—too late.
I grabbed him by the throat mid-dodge and slammed him to the dirt with a grunt.
[You just killed a Summoner-Class Elite ]
My system pinged again. But I was already moving.
East and west borders were now sealed. North pacified.
I lifted off again, scanning for residuals. Lesser imps. Stragglers.
The battlefield was finally settling. My Devil Space had held long enough. The ambient infernal pressure was thinning—good.
But my mind wasn’t at ease.
Not yet.
Lust City still needed reinforcement.
The Demon Capital might already be under siege.
And Lilieth…
I swallowed hard, clenching my jaw.
I could still feel her faint presence. Dimmed. Wavering. Alive—but for how long?
I used my telepathy again.
‘Miranda. Ivy. Gather the others. Triage the wounded. Secure the perimeter. I’ll be leaving within five minutes.’
‘Are you going alone?’ Ivy asked.
‘No. I’ll take anyone who’s got the demonic power to travel. But I’m not waiting.’
‘We’ll be ready,’ Miranda replied.
I hovered there in the sky for one last moment, watching the battlefield I’d nearly died on twice today.
Yeah. I’d survived.
But the war?
It was just getting started.