The Incubus System Chapter 1198. Core Sacrifice

The Incubus System Chapter 1198. Core Sacrifice “You’re slipping, Beel,” I called. “Zatan at least made me work for it.” “You little freak!”

The Incubus System Chapter 1198. Core Sacrifice

“You’re slipping, Beel,” I called. “Zatan at least made me work for it.”

“You little freak!” he hissed, launching a glob of corrupted slime at me.

“Shadow Barrier!”

I blocked it, but it still splashed over me—burned like fire mixed with acid and regret.

[You got burned by 137 HP]

[Corruption Resistance: Partial Block – Cleansing Required]

“I hate your kind,” Beel growled. “Hybrids. Abominations. You should never have existed.”

I landed beside Damon. Wiped blood off my blade. “And yet—here I am. Still alive. Still hotter than you.”

Damon didn’t say anything.

But he did smirk. “Too much talk.”

Then, without warning, he flared his aura—his full aura.

It was massive. Terrifying. Everything around us shuddered.

He lifted his blade. Black fire erupted around it.

I stepped back, giving him room.

Beel’s body trembled.

Damon moved.

I followed.

But Beel?

He was running out of time.

His corrupted mass quaked violently, limbs flailing with less coordination and more desperation now. The smoldering burn from my Blessed Comet still hissed across his torso, cutting deeper into that jelly armor he pretended was flesh. Damon’s last strike left a huge cleave down his left flank, gushing glowing pus and bubbling ichor.

He was faltering.

Finally.

“You’re finished,” I said, voice tight as I caught up with Damon mid-dash. “Stay down.”

But no. Of course not. That’d be too easy.

Instead, Beel’s core began to glow.

It started slow—just a dim pulse of red deep within the oozing center of his grotesque form. Then it flared. Cracks of burning light snaked across his skin, leaking dark mana like magma from a wounded volcano.

Damon growled, pulling back mid-strike. “He’s going feral.”

“No,” I muttered. “He’s sacrificing his core.”

I scanned him fast—confirmation hit.

[Warning – Demonic Core Overload Detected]

[Type: Infernal Core Sacrifice – High-Scale Explosion Imminent]

[Estimated Impact Radius: 7.2 km]

My heart skipped.

‘He’s gonna blow.’

He wasn’t just dying. He wanted to take us with him. The city. Everyone. The guards, the demons, the civilians. The entire damn capital.

“DAMN IT!” I snarled.

Beel lifted one malformed arm and roared, his voice a distorted warble of rage and madness.

“You’ll all rot with me!!”

I wasn’t going to let that happen.

I clenched my fists.

My body surged with heat—lusty, volatile, unstable—but not unfamiliar.

“Incubus Climax!” I activated it again, even knowing it wouldn’t hit the same.

The system lagged for a split second, almost like it judged me.

[Skill Activated – Incubus Climax]

[Warning: Sex Point insufficient. Power reduced to 48% effectiveness.]

[Cooldown Reset: No]

Yeah, yeah. I know.

I only had one damn Sex Point left after using it against Zatan. I barely had time to breathe before this fight started. No full charge, no proper prelude—definitely no second round in the alley or anyone’s bed. I was running on emergency thirst mode.

Still.

The moment I unleashed it, raw Incubus power exploded out, laced with seduction, wrath, and corrupted blessing. It cracked the air, surged forward Beel’s core.

Damon didn’t hesitate.

He raised his sword. His blade howled.

I never seen him this serious.

“BloodLord… Overdrive.”

His entire weapon ignited—not in fire, but in bloodlight. A dense, pulsing aura wrapped around the hilt and poured into the steel, which expanded, darkened, then began to hum with a sound like a funeral drum being beaten inside my bones.

We moved together.

I struck first—slashing forward with my incubus-charged blade. My attack landed with a crack, tearing through Beel’s regenerating mass and cutting a crescent scar across his front.

He screamed.

Damon followed up. His swing was a sentence. Final. Heavy. Unstoppable.

It cut deep.

From shoulder to gut.

Beel’s body stopped mid-motion.

The air… paused.

He was done.

[You have killed Beel!]

[Congratulations! You have successfully killed two demon lords!]

[Bonus: VIT + 1000, STR + 200, INT + 200]

[Level up! ] X 2

[You are now Level 205.]

[Title Unlocked: Demon Bane of the Gluttonous]

But I didn’t cheer.

Because his body didn’t fall.

It vibrated.

“Shit.”

I felt it first.

His core had gone full critical.

Not just unstable—it was going to blow, and soon.

I turned to Damon. “He’s going to explode.”

“I know,” he said grimly. “Radius?”

“Seven kilometers,” I replied. “Minimum.”

Damon growled, lifting his arm. “Then we stop it here.”

I nodded, throwing both hands forward.

“Shadow Barrier!”

A dome of dark mana surrounded Beel instantly. A second later, Damon’s blood aura erupted outward—layering over mine.

“Barrier!” Damon bellowed.

A second shield snapped into place.

The explosion had already begun.

Beel’s corpse thrashed, glowing with heat, black veins bulging and bursting. His face—or what was left of it—melted into a void of hatred and writhing pain.

Other demons on the battlefield saw it.

And despite the panic, despite the chaos— They moved.

All at once, every demon with a barrier skill cast it.

“Reinforce!”

“Ward Wall!”

“Void Cage!”

Magic shimmered like a glass fortress around the blast zone. Even Tania, mid-fight, turned and cast simultaneously, their squads following suit.

Barrier after barrier layered over ours, forming a bubble of magic and grit, hope and desperation.

And at the center—Beel ignited.

It was violent.

A column of black-red flame exploded upward, slamming into the inside of our dome and clawing at the sky like a hellish hurricane.

Then came the boom—not a sound but a shockwave, a gut-punch of pressure so loud it swallowed thought, swallowed breath. It hit the dome like a hammer from the gods.

The entire capital shook.

Buildings rattled on their foundations. The barrier around Beel’s detonation flared in red, then blue, then white—as cracks spiderwebbed across it in a blinding instant. Mana surged. The final impact hit like a collapsing sun.

-CRACK!

The barrier held—barely—but the force that came after still threw us.

We were flung like debris. Bodies tossed in all directions, even the strongest among us hurled across rooftops and shattered stone. The wind from the blast ripped through the streets, flung carts, crushed windows, bent lampposts, stripped signs from walls.

I hit the ground hard, rolled twice, and came to a stop face-down in dust and rubble. My back screamed. My wings flickered in and out of visibility.

I coughed—hard. My throat burned with smoke.

Everything rang. My ears buzzed. My vision blurred at the edges, like I was staring through cracked glass.

For a horrible second, I thought we failed.

That the capital was gone.

Flattened. Ash.

But then the smoke started to clear.

And I saw it—shaky, flickering, but there.

The city still stood.

Walls scorched. Streets cracked. A few towers listing sideways—but standing.

Despite the fury. Despite the blast.

The capital survived.

Minimal damage, considering what we just faced. No crater swallowing us. No sea of flame washing over the remains.

Just battered stone. Burned rooftops. And a silence so thick it pulsed.

We did it.

We actually held the line.