The Incubus System Chapter 1206. Demon Hunter HQ I
The Incubus System Chapter 1206. Demon Hunter HQ I A voice—panicked, distant, over a speaker in the wall. “Level three breach! Unknown demon
The Incubus System Chapter 1206. Demon Hunter HQ I
A voice—panicked, distant, over a speaker in the wall.
“Level three breach! Unknown demonic presence inside the north wing!”
Another voice followed, shouting over the first.
“All operatives to red alert! Deploy restraints and suppression units!”
I smiled.
Good.
Let them try.
Let them come.
Because now I was inside.
And I wasn’t leaving without that dumb friend of mine.
My boots hit the floor with purpose. Behind me, the mess we left—broken bodies, cracked magictech panels—still simmered. The lights above flickered. Not because they were damaged. But because they were scared.
I was the virus in their sterile system.
And they knew it.
Then—Red’s voice slipped through my mind.
‘Your Highness… since this is about Larry, can I join?’
His tone—uneasy. Quiet. Not his usual eager yap.
I paused for half a second.
‘Puriel is stable and she’s with Celia now. So…’
He didn’t finish the sentence, but I heard everything.
I heard the worry.
Red might be a demon hound. But Larry? That dumb, loud, overly loyal bastard had somehow wormed into his canine heart. I always thought it was funny—Larry being such a golden retriever type. And Red? The demon Doberman.
They were opposites.
But maybe that’s why they clicked.
I smiled faintly.
‘Permission granted.’
‘Thank you!’ he barked—literally. I swear, I heard a tail wag through the damn connection.
He was coming.
I kept moving.
Didn’t break stride.
Larry’s mana thread was weak—faint like a dying ember in a snowstorm—but I had it now. Beneath everything.
Of course it wasn’t going to be easy.
The further I walked, the more resistance came crawling out.
First, the turrets.
Hidden laser weapons deployed from the ceiling panels—sleek, modern magictech, powered by both arcane cores and solar converters. The kind of thing that could pierce most mana barriers in under two seconds.
They lit up red as they locked onto me.
I sighed.
‘Telekinesis.’
I didn’t even look.
With a flick of two fingers, I grabbed the nearest turret mid-rotation and crushed it with invisible force. Sparks exploded against the ceiling.
Two more deployed.
-Boom! -Boom!
Gone. Flattened against the walls like crumpled soda cans.
The hallway trembled with system errors and failed kill-switch alerts.
Next?
The demon hunters.
More squads. Heavily armored this time. Reinforced gear. Mana-enhanced weapons. And stupid amounts of confidence.
I didn’t even stop.
Because I didn’t need to.
My servants moved like death incarnate.
Buni pounced, claws slashing wide arcs as he howled laughter through sharp teeth. He launched himself off the walls, bounding from shadow to shadow like he was playing a game none of them understood.
Shadow was already behind their commander before they saw him. One swipe of his tendrils dropped the man, unconscious, maybe worse.
Rave circled overhead—gliding low, releasing more of those cursed feathers that pinned limbs and silenced spells.
Miranda?
She didn’t play. She broke bones and limbs with clean precision.
And I?
I walked through it all.
Like I was taking a stroll through a garden of bodies.
Then came the traps.
Not magical.
No, not just those.
Actual modern bullshit traps. Stuff I’d only seen in spy thrillers or dystopian action flicks.
Pressure plates. Infrared motion sensors. Darts that screamed down from hidden hatches. Floor tiles that dropped like elevators straight into nullification chambers.
I disabled them all.
Not with brute force.
But with control.
Everything near me obeyed. Every bolt. Every wire. Every shifting wall panel.
I moved them before they even tried to trigger.
And when I couldn’t?
I walked through them anyway and used my Barrier.
Because I don’t get stopped by traps.
But then…
The red light flared.
An alarm screamed overhead, sharp and digital—an emergency signal I hadn’t heard before.
“LOCKDOWN PROTOCOL ENGAGED!”
Then the hallway ahead groaned with mechanical noise.
-CLANK—CLANK—CLANK—SLAM!
A steel-plated door—ten inches thick, reinforced with magictech shielding—dropped from the ceiling and sealed the corridor.
I stopped.
For the first time in this entire infiltration, I actually paused.
The door stood like a wall of judgment.
Reinforced. Glowing with layered protection runes. Covered in angelic symbols mixed with human engineering. It wasn’t just metal.
It was made to stop something like me.
I stared at it.
And then I smiled.
‘Demonic Claw.’
My hands shimmered as my fingers elongated, skin splitting open to reveal raw black bone and glowing crimson veins. Razor-sharp claws replaced my fingernails—curved, monstrous, humming with corrupted demonic power.
The metal trembled beneath my aura. It knew.
I raised my arm and brought it down in a single, fluid swing.
-CRACK!
Not a boom. Not an explosion. Just a clean, tearing snap—like breaking a giant cracker in half.
The reinforced steel door split open from top to bottom, cleaved with surgical ease. Light bled out through the crack before the whole slab collapsed in on itself, shrieking as it hit the floor in warped, twisted slabs.
I stepped through the wreckage without a second glance.
Inside?
A clean white corridor. At the end—an elevator. Sleek, black-paneled, humming quietly.
We approached.
The moment the doors slid open, I was met with the familiar click-click-click of weapons being primed.
Demon hunters. Packed in like sardines. All aiming mana-charged rifles straight at my head.
They didn’t speak.
They just fired.
Mana bullets whistled through the air, humming with elemental enchantments, designed to pierce, burn, freeze, and suppress. The kind of stuff meant for full demon suppression units.
Too bad I wasn’t just a demon.
‘Barrier.’
A sphere of translucent dark energy flared to life around me, flickering with infernal glyphs. The bullets hit the shield with hollow thunks and crackles, every last one dissolving on impact. Not a single one made it through.
I didn’t flinch.
Then I whispered—calm and bored.
‘Illusion.’
The moment my voice left my lips, the air around them shimmered like heat off asphalt. Their eyes lost focus. Fingers trembled.
Then panic.
Suddenly, they were no longer aiming at me—they were seeing monsters. Each other twisted into demonic horrors.
They screamed.
They fired.
And in seconds, the elevator turned into a chaotic bloodbath.
I didn’t move. I didn’t touch a single one of them.
Their fear did all the work.