The Incubus System Chapter 1366. The Right to Exist II
The Incubus System Chapter 1366. The Right to Exist II
I launched myself straight at them.
They adjusted instantly, wings locking together, forming a moving wall of bladed shields. The runes carved into their torsos burned brighter, like they were about to overwrite reality itself just to erase me.
Good.
Let them try.
The air felt thick, like walking through stormwater. Every breath tasted like metal and incense and static. My boots barely touched the ground before I twisted midair and threw Nightmare forward.
“Hell Thunder.”
A spear of dark lightning tore from the blade and slammed into the center angel. The impact didn’t just push him back, it detonated across his chest. Cracks spidered through his armored torso, glowing lines splitting apart like broken stained glass.
He didn’t fall. He adjusted. Of course he did.
“Judgment does not bend,” his voice boomed, layered and mechanical and way too calm for someone whose body was literally splitting apart.
I laughed. Actually laughed. The sound came out raw, a little hoarse, maybe even a little unhinged. “Yeah? Then you should have brought more of yourselves.”
The two on the left moved together. Perfect coordination. Their wings unfolded and reconfigured, turning into something closer to a rotating fortress. Shield layers slid, sword limbs locked, runes aligned.
They were trying to trap me.
I let them.
The moment their formation snapped shut around me, I whispered, “Dark Storm.”
The air inside the dome went black.
Not metaphorically. Literally.
Shadow exploded outward like a living thing. Wind howled. Pressure spiked. The temperature dropped so fast my breath came out foggy. Inside the storm, screams finally happened. Not human screams. Something sharper. Something like metal being forced to feel fear.
Their formation broke.
Two of them staggered out of the storm, wings twitching, rune-light flickering wildly. One of them tried to raise a hand, holy energy gathering in his palm.
I didn’t give him time.
“Wrath Kill.”
I blurred. One heartbeat I was ten meters away. Next heartbeat I was inside his guard. My claw extended again, ripping straight through his shielded torso. There was resistance. Then there wasn’t.
The dark fire pillar erupted from inside him like a twisted candle flame, consuming the rune-light from within. His body locked up, trembling, then slowly began to crumble, pieces breaking off and dissolving into drifting sparks.
He didn’t die like a person.
He unmade.
I stood there for a split second, watching the fragments float upward like corrupted fireflies.
Weirdly beautiful.
“First,” I muttered.
The second one roared and charged me head-on, sword-limbs raised. He didn’t bother with technique anymore. No precision. No strategy. Just raw, mechanical rage.
I met him head-on.
Redemption flared.
“Seraphic Chainstrike.”
A chain of holy light launched from my blade, wrapped around his chest, then leapt outward. It snapped to the third angel, then the fourth, then the fifth, crackling between them like living lightning. Every jump sent a violent jolt through all of them.
Their coordination collapsed instantly.
I felt it. Their rhythm broke. Their perfect synchronization shattered.
They weren’t built for chaos.
I was.
I yanked the chain back, dragging the closest one toward me. He skidded across the floor, carving deep lines into the stone.
“Energy Siphon.”
The moment my hand closed around his armored throat, his mana bled into mine.
It tasted hollow.
I shoved him back with telekinesis and lifted him into the air like a broken statue.
“Look at you,” I said quietly, floating closer. “All that divine authority. All that righteousness. And you never once asked what I wanted.”
He tried to move. Tried to speak.
“Silence,” I reminded him.
Then I let him fall.
Nightmare spun in my grip.
“Demonic Spike.”
A smaller version this time. Twenty lances instead of a hundred. They erupted from the floor in perfect timing as he dropped, piercing cleanly through his form and pinning him mid-air like a grotesque display.
His light began to flicker.
Two left.
The leader and one flanker.
The flanker recovered faster than the others. He lifted into the air, wings folding backward, compressing.
He was about to divebomb me.
I could feel it. Pressure building. Holy energy concentrating.
“Shadow Barrier.”
The barrier snapped into place just as he crashed into me.
The impact was insane. The dome cracked. The floor buckled. The shockwave blasted outward like a sonic boom. My teeth rattled. My vision went white for half a second.
But I was still standing.
So was he.
For a second, we just stared at each other through the barrier. His featureless helm inches from my face. His entire body vibrating with power.
“You are an anomaly,” he said flatly.
I snorted. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
I dropped the barrier.
His blade-limb slashed.
I leaned back just enough for it to miss my throat.
Then I stepped forward.
“Wrath Kill.”
Again.
This time, I didn’t stab. I punched.
My claw slammed into his chest. The dark fire erupted instantly, bursting outward in a vertical inferno. The force threw me backward as well. I twisted midair, landed hard on one knee, boots scraping stone.
When I looked up, he was already coming apart. Not burning violently. Just disintegrating slowly, like his existence had finally lost the argument.
Two down.
Three dissolved.
One pinned.
And the leader.
He stood there, unmoving, wings folded, rune-light stable. Watching me.
Studying me.
“Your power has evolved beyond projected parameters,” he said calmly.
I wiped sweat off my brow with the back of my hand. My whole body was buzzing. Heart pounding. Muscles burning. But my stance stayed solid.
“Your projections suck,” I replied.
He raised his hand.
The air bent.
The dome itself seemed to respond.
The remaining fragments of the fallen angels lifted into the air around him, circling like satellites. Their light merged into his body, reinforcing his form, his wings growing larger, heavier, more layered.
He was absorbing them.
Great.
Of course he was.
“Fine,” I muttered. “Let’s finish this properly.”
He moved.
I moved.
Everything after that blurred into instinct.