The Incubus System Chapter 1192. Fake God
The Incubus System Chapter 1192. Fake God Seven pulses of divine energy lit up in my perception like someone just shoved flashbangs into my
The Incubus System Chapter 1192. Fake God
Seven pulses of divine energy lit up in my perception like someone just shoved flashbangs into my soul. I didn’t even have to look to know—he was doing it again. Nathan had lit up all seven of his holy swords, burning hot with that signature light-magic arrogance, and I knew exactly what came next.
“Goddamn it…” I muttered, twisting midair.
I turned back, blade sliding smoothly into my grip, my entire stance shifting as my wings adjusted. If he wanted a fight, I was done playing nice. No more dodging. No more speeches.
Just one cracked rib, maybe a shattered knee—enough to humble the bastard and send him back to HQ limping.
But what I saw…
I didn’t expect that.
Nathan was still on the rooftop, arm raised, swords spiraling around him like they were poised to launch. But standing in front of him—blocking his shot—was a girl.
A civilian.
And not just any civilian.
Lilyanna.
Yeah. That Lilyanna. The high priestess. The girl who started a cult after I saved her from suicide. The same girl who then began spreading the "Eternal Crimson Doctrine".
She was here?
And she was protecting me?
“What…?”
She extended her hand, not casting a spell—because she didn’t have any—but just standing there, firm and unmoving, her other arm stretched behind her like she was trying to shield everyone behind her too.
Three others stood beside her. Civilians. Simple robes. Dirty shoes. Fear in their eyes. Two of them had their arms wrapped around Nathan’s—holding him back.
Physically. No magic. No buffs. Just sheer human willpower.
Nathan growled. “Get lost!”
The boy holding his left arm flinched but didn’t move. The girl on the right clung tighter.
“We won’t,” Lilyanna said. Her voice shook. Her hand trembled. But she didn’t back down. “He saved us. Over and over. You just can’t see it.”
“You don’t understand!” Nathan barked. “He’s manipulating you!”
“You’re the one trying to kill him,” she snapped back, stepping forward.
Nathan’s arm struggled, muscles bulging, but the civilians didn’t budge. They held on like they were anchoring a goddamn hurricane.
And I?
I floated there, eyes wide.
These people… didn’t have power. No Mana. No levels. No stats worth noting. But they were protecting me. Me. A demon warlord. Their supposed “false god.” Hell, Lilyanna was barely strong enough to lift a kitchen chair and here she was challenging a full-ranked hunter with a kill record in the triple digits.
Then she came.
A girl burst through the crowd. She ran toward the rooftop and leapt onto it without hesitation, stumbling a bit but catching herself.
“Stop!” she cried.
Nathan turned. His swords flickered.
“Don’t hurt them! Don’t hurt him!”
I froze. ‘Jenny?’
She reached him, grabbing his arm. “Let him go! Sir Demon Lord—go! We’ll hold him off!”
Nathan’s mouth fell open.
I watched the moment hit him—the realization.
She didn’t recognize him.
Because every demon hunter wore their hood during operations. Rank didn’t matter. Identity was concealed to protect them from retribution. But right now? The girl holding him back…
Was his sister.
My smirk faded into a tight, thoughtful line.
Jenny… she was protecting me too.
The irony?
Even his own sister took my side.
And yeah, I could feel it—Nathan’s rage bubbling into confusion, doubt, helplessness. But I got it.
I understood his anger.
I really did.
His whole life had probably been built around the idea that demons = evil. That holy power = truth. And now here I was—a half-demon flying around with angel wings, commanding the respect of civilians, hunters, and monsters alike. My very existence unraveled his world.
I gave him one last look.
“I’ll go,” I said softly, just enough for him to hear.
And I turned again.
But I didn’t get far.
Because the second I started to move—telepathy pinged across my mind.
Clea.
Her voice was urgent. Tense.
‘Ethan,’ she said, ‘the senators… they’ve released the second launch of Heaven’s Judgment.’
I blinked. ‘Wait—what?’
‘They already launched it!’ she snapped.
“No no no,” I said, looking down at the city. “I’m in the middle of a populated district. There’s no way they’d—”
Then I saw it.
The sky shimmered.
Dozens—no—thousands of glowing white spears began to tear across the sky like raining stars, forming patterns, descending fast.
System markers flared in red.
[!!!Warning!!!]
[Incoming Celestial Lance Barrage – Impact Zone: 1.3 km Radius]
[Time Until Impact: 00:12 Seconds]
My eyes widened.
“Impossible…”
The holy lances were heading straight for me—and everyone around me.
The civilians… the hunters…
“Are they trying to wipe out everyone?!” I shouted into the wind.
They were.
Those corrupted bastards in the Senate were ready to kill thousands just to eliminate me.
I clenched my fists, wings flaring wide.
Those lances were coming fast.
I could feel the holy mana tearing the atmosphere, splitting through the clouds like divine javelins fired from some twisted concept of justice. Thousands of them. Far more than the last time. This wasn’t a warning shot.
This was an execution.
And not just of me.
They were willing to burn everything and everyone just to be sure I went down with the flames. Nathan. Jenny. Lilyanna. Civilians. My team. My girls. Didn’t matter to them. As long as the "demon threat" was wiped off their ledger, the cost was acceptable.
I felt something snap inside my head.
Like a string pulled too tight, stretched for days, and now finally—finally—reached its limit.
I laughed.
“Hahaha… AHAHAHAHAHA!”
Not the polite kind. Not the tired, ironic chuckle I usually threw out when people underestimated me.
No.
This was a deep, unfiltered, guttural kind of laughter. The kind you’d hear in an old theater just before the villain pulls the curtain down on Act One. Evil? Maybe. Unhinged? Sure. Deserved?
Absolutely.
“Really?” I said to no one, hovering higher now, my voice echoing through the charred air. “You really thought this would work again?”
They’d tried this before.
Their shiny Heaven’s Judgment.
Their divine anti-demon protocol.
Didn’t work then.
It wasn’t going to work now.