The Incubus System Chapter 1258. Cleanse

The Incubus System Chapter 1258. Cleanse

The ceiling split open like a cracked halo, hissing light and judgment as the pods descended in sleek lines of holy metal. Glowing like divine grenades. Each one humming with compressed purity. You could smell it—burnt incense, sterilized air, overcompensating righteousness.

They didn’t just want to stop me.

They wanted to cleanse me.

Which was cute.

Because I wasn’t here for repentance.

I was here to kill God’s favorite science project and pick up my girl.

The pods hit the ground with a heavy clang, each one unfurling like cursed tulips. But instead of petals?

Orbs.

Dozens. No—hundreds.

Floating, hovering, locking on.

Each one about the size of a fist, gold-trimmed and rune-inscribed, humming with energy so dense it made my skin crawl. I could feel the essence in them.

Zatan.

The signature wasn’t exact, but it was close. Some kind of residual energy imprint.

Maybe not his sword directly—but it had touched it. Drunk from it. Maybe even cloned its hatred.

And now?

These glorified cannonballs were pointed right at me.

Syntyche stepped to the side, lips parted, eyes wide. “They extracted his sword’s power?”

“Looks like it,” I muttered. “How flattering.”

A system ping echoed in my head.

[!!!Warning!!!]

[Weapon Signature Detected: Replicated Holy Extract – Class: Demonic Shard Artillery]

“We will break them,” I said, flexing my hand.

Bloodrender pulsed in response.

Syntyche eyed the orbs warily. “A hundred of them?”

“At least.”

She sighed. “Tell me there’s a plan.”

I looked at the wall of floating death.

Then back at her.

“No,” I said, lips curling. “But... Let’s try this.”

And I moved.

The first volley hit the floor where I’d been—exploding in radiant bursts of searing light. The blast was blinding. Red-hot. It sounded like a choir being flashbanged.

But I was already in the air.

Twisting. Spinning.

The sword in my grip wasn’t just a weapon. It was alive. It wanted blood. It remembered Zatan’s energy. It hated these knockoffs.

The first orb tracked me—fast. Too fast for a normal dodge.

So I didn’t dodge.

I struck.

Bloodrender whistled through the air. A clean arc.

[Radiant Slash Activated.]

Holy light exploded from the edge of the demonic blade. It shouldn’t have worked—hellfire and holy essence weren’t supposed to play nice. But in my hand, the energies merged. Not in peace. But in violence.

The radiant edge cleaved through the orb. Not just slicing it—but burning through its core.

It screamed.

Actually screamed.

Like metal tearing apart while crying.

The ruined shell dropped in molten chunks.

And then another came.

And another.

I landed on the floor, rolled, and launched a Demonic Spike.

It flew like a dart straight into a cluster of five.

-Boom!

The spike exploded mid-air in a burst of shadow and raw lust. Not sensual. Just violent.

The orbs jerked back—runes flashing red in alarm. The system tried to recalibrate, but I was already in their face.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I muttered to Bloodrender. “Let’s make some noise.”

I slashed again.

And again.

My blade carved arcs of glowing fury. Each time I moved, it felt like I was cutting space itself. Like the blade wasn’t just attacking—it was judging.

And I loved it.

Orbs exploded left and right, each one flashing like divine camera bulbs. The heat was intense—burning ozone and magical discharge flooded the air. The floor cracked beneath my boots, and holy sparks rained down like flaming snow.

Behind me, Syntyche joined in.

Threads of silk—pure silver with black tips—shot forward and snared the closest pods.

She yanked. Hard.

The orbs slammed into each other, detonating mid-air. She smirked and whispered something I couldn’t hear—probably a spider curse or something kinky.

Another wave launched toward me—this one spiraling like cursed bees.

I dodged left. Rolled. Kicked one of them mid-air into another and used the opening to vault off a pod.

My foot hit its surface and I spun—twirling like a dancer with too much spite—and sliced three more in a single rotation.

[Passive Bonus: Strength +6%]

[Total Buff Stack: 12/20]

My muscles sang.

Every successful strike made the sword feel lighter. Stronger. More personal.

“You’re glowing,” Syntyche called out, grinning like a maniac. “Literally!”

“Hot, right?” I parried another orb, sliced it open, and it burst like a sacred egg.

I aimed upward and unleashed.

A blinding arc ripped through the air like divine lightning drawn by sin.

Six orbs vaporized.

Just gone.

Syntyche’s threads wrapped around another set, yanked them down into the floor, then she stomped the tile like she was squashing divine insects. Her boots cracked the stone, and the resulting feedback shorted three more.

The system screamed.

Literal warning klaxons went off.

[ALERT: Threat Level Critical. Subject: Bloodrender User – Escalation Imminent.]

I grinned up at the ceiling.

“Oh, now you notice?”

But they weren’t done.

Of course they weren’t.

The remaining orbs—maybe forty or fifty of them—rose high. Then spread out into a circular formation.

Uh-oh.

I’d seen this pattern before.

“They’re charging something,” Syntyche said, breathless beside me. “Big.”

“Yeah.”

I licked my lips.

“And I’ve got a bigger one.”

I pulled my mana together.

[Dual Infusion: Demonic + Radiant]

The blade pulsed.

Holy light and demonic corruption twisted together in a violent, glowing spiral across the sword’s edge.

I took a breath.

And dashed straight toward the center of the circle.

The orbs reacted. Fast. Firing beams, pulses, trying to lock me down.

But I zig-zagged.

Used Teleportation.

Deflected with the flat of my sword.

Burned a few with another Radiant Slash.

The energy built around me. I could feel the static in my teeth. The sharp hum in my ears.

And then I reached the core of their formation.

I spun once—

And struck.

My sword released a circular wave of fused energy—holy and hellfire—like a bomb made of sins and blessings.

The wave hit everything.

The orbs collapsed in on themselves, their shells twisting, bursting, melting, screaming as the incompatible mana short-circuited their cores.

A ring of light expanded outward—slicing the entire chamber with a glowing pulse that scorched the walls. The mirrored window cracked further. The ceiling sagged.

And the orbs?

Gone.

All of them.

Silent.

Dead.

Smoke curled from my blade.

My hand was shaking a little. But it wasn’t pain.

It was rush.

Syntyche walked over, brushing dust from her coat. “Okay. That? Was hot.”