The Incubus System Chapter 1197. Purge
The Incubus System Chapter 1197. Purge “I’ll clear them,” I muttered. My hands glowed. “Seraphic Chainstrike!” A holy chain shot from my pal
The Incubus System Chapter 1197. Purge
“I’ll clear them,” I muttered. My hands glowed.
“Seraphic Chainstrike!”
A holy chain shot from my palm, striking a leaping hellknight midair. It then jumped—snap—into another demon, and another, each hit dimming their aura.
They screamed. One turned to run. I followed with a swift teleport, reappearing behind him.
“Radiant Slash!”
My blade lit with searing holy light and I cut straight through his spine. The body split, bursting into ash as it hit the ground.
[Holy Damage Applied – Purge Successful]
The demons paused.
Some even hesitated.
That’s right. My holy power—divine-coded, radiant—was coming from me. Not a priest. Not a fallen angel. Me. The supposed demon prince.
The enemy didn’t know how to process it.
“Lord Beel!” one of the lieutenants screamed, “He’s using holy power!”
Beel snarled, mucus and steam dripping from his twisted face. “That hybrid bastard! You should never be born!”
“Too late,” I said, grinning. “I got good at holding my breath.”
I teleported again, diving into a pack of high-level demons that tried to regroup near the northern barricade.
“Blessed Comet!”
A golden sphere formed above them—blazing, screaming as it dropped.
-BOOM!
The impact rocked the area. Flaming debris scattered. Half of the squad disintegrated in a flash of blinding light.
Burning status applied. Screams followed.
Beel roared again, swiping wildly—missed Damon by a hair.
Lord Damon, for his part, said nothing. Just kept slashing, like a force of nature. His attacks were heavier now, each swing backed by both demonic rage and controlled malice. He didn’t fight like someone who wanted revenge.
He fought like someone with purpose.
I respected that.
But those elites wouldn’t stop coming.
I hovered midair, eyes narrowing.
“Hell Inferno!”
The ground beneath the demon support squad cracked open. Black fire erupted, swallowing them whole. The screams didn’t last long.
Above, I triggered Dark Storm, targeting Beel’s backup line. Lightning split the clouds. Thunder cracked across the battlefield. More of Beel’s jelly spawn fried midair—disintegrated before they could even land another strike.
Then I felt the shift in the air—Beel twisted. A blast of compressed mass shot toward me.
Too fast to dodge.
“Shadow Barrier!”
The shield formed just in time.
The impact was brutal—but held.
“You dare use holy light against me?!” Beel roared, voice bubbling with fury.
His body pulsated like a swollen heart—slime twisting, spikes protruding, faces melting into each other in ways that should’ve been illegal under physics.
“I do more than dare,” I shot back, raising my blade again. “I burn.”
‘Radiant Slash!’
My blade blazed white-gold as I shot forward, carving a diagonal line across Beel’s side. The holy light sizzled on impact, tearing through corrupted flesh with a hiss like acid on skin.
He screeched, lashing out blindly—but before he could strike me, Damon appeared behind him like a vengeful ghost.
His blade—a serrated length of black steel burning with internal fire—slammed down on Beel’s other flank.
Blood—if I could call that boiling jelly blood—splashed into the air, sizzling across the broken stone. Beel staggered, legs failing to stabilize under the assault.
And for once?
He actually looked worried.
Damon said nothing—of course he didn’t. But he shot me a quick glance. Just a flicker of acknowledgment. Like, ‘You’re finally useful.’
I responded with the most sarcastic smirk I could muster. “Don’t worry, old man. I’m not here to steal your kill.”
We moved together then.
Like fire and lightning.
Damon surged left. I swept right. His swings brutal, wide, forceful—measured in destruction. Mine were surgical, disruptive—cutting tendons, severing limbs before they could regenerate. He aimed to punish. I aimed to cripple.
And together?
We broke Beel’s rhythm.
“Smite Bolt!”
I launched another holy blast straight into his torso just as Damon skewered him through the side. Beel howled, his core quivering violently under the strain.
“You just don’t die, do you?!” Beel hissed, his mouths forming and unforming mid-sentence.
I hovered above him, wings extended, glowing against the flame-lit battlefield.
“You wanna know why?” I called out, voice booming across the ruined capital line. “Because your friend Zatan made the exact same mistake.”
Beel’s form twitched.
“You didn’t hear?” I grinned. “Zatan’s dead.”
I saw it then—that flicker in his core. That moment of disbelief.
“Yeah. I killed him. Right before coming here,” I said, casually slashing through another charging demon with my off-hand. “Wanna guess how I got here so fast? Thought you could stall me with some low-level distraction in Lust City?”
Beel’s mouths curled, rage bubbling visibly through his body.
“Too late,” I continued. “Zatan’s gone. His army’s gone. His rift’s closed.”
I paused, gritting my teeth.
“…And damn it, I should’ve taken his sword as proof.”
Seriously, what the hell was I thinking? Bloodrender—Zatan’s signature weapon—was just lying there after our fight. But nooo, I was too busy making sure the rift didn’t swallow the entire district. Priorities. Important ones. Still—damn it. It would’ve made a hell of a trophy and guess it could give me more power.
“You lie!” Beel spat.
I raised my palm, holy energy flaring again. “You think I’d lie about that? Trust me. When I kill you, I’ll bring back your bones. Wanna bet?”
I teleported in a blink—reappeared above him.
“Blessed Comet!”
A glowing orb formed above my hand and dropped like divine wrath. It struck Beel dead-on in the chest, the blast wave slamming across the field, searing through his defenses.
[Burn Applied – 5s]
[Holy Critical Strike – Core Damage Registered]
He roared and lashed out, but Damon met the blow with a deflection, redirecting it and spinning with a follow-up strike to Beel’s lower limb, severing one of the support legs that tried to regrow mid-fight.
I circled around him again, raining Demonic Spike on the support mobs trying to rush Damon’s side. The hundred lances skewered half the pack. Blood and bone flew.
Beel was panting now. Well, panting in whatever way an angry regeneration blob could pant.
His mass was smaller. Twitchier. The aura—still massive—but flickering.