The Incubus System Chapter 1441. Disbelief I
The Incubus System Chapter 1441. Disbelief I
Light moved first.
Not her.
The light.
It snapped from her raised hand like a blade made of pure intent, crossing the distance between us in a blink, no wind-up, no warning, just a straight line of “F you” aimed at my chest.
I didn’t dodge.
I leaned.
Barely.
The beam shaved past my shoulder, close enough that the edge of my armor hissed and smoked, divine energy scraping against demonic plating like nails across glass.
“Fast,” I muttered. ‘Teleportation’.
Then I disappeared.
A ripple of shadow swallowed me whole and spat me out to her left, boots skidding half a step across the marble as I reappeared mid-turn.
She was already there.
Her spear had formed in her hand, long, elegant, glowing with that same cold, clinical light, and it came at me in a downward arc meant to split me in two.
-Clang!
My claw met it.
Demonic energy surged, black and red flaring against her pale gold as the impact cracked the floor beneath us in a spiderweb pattern that spread outward in a sharp, echoing burst.
Dust lifted.
Light scattered.
Our eyes met.
Close.
Too close.
She didn’t blink.
Neither did I.
“Nice weapon,” I said lightly.
She pushed.
Hard.
Force drove through the spear, trying to overwhelm, to break my guard with sheer divine pressure.
I let my arm bend.
Not resisting directly.
Redirecting.
Sliding the force off instead of stopping it.
Her spear cut past me.
I stepped in.
Too close for her reach to matter.
My claw snapped forward and stopped.
A breath from her throat.
Testing.
Just testing.
Her response was instant.
The spear vanished.
Chains replaced it.
They erupted from her arm in a flash of light, wrapping toward me like serpents, fast enough to blur.
I clicked my tongue. “Switching mid-combat? I like that.”
‘Telekinesis.’
I raised a hand.
The chains froze mid-air.
Not stopped.
Held.
Straining.
Her eyes narrowed.
Pressure spiked.
She pulled.
I pushed.
The chains trembled between us, caught in a deadlock of control.
Then, she let go.
Not physically.
Energetically.
The chains exploded outward, breaking my hold and snapping toward me from multiple angles.
“Ah,” I grinned. “There it is.”
‘Barrier.’
[You have formed a barrier.]
Darkness surged around me, forming a layered shell just as the chains struck.
- Clang!
- Clang!
- Clang!
Each hit cracked against the barrier in bursts of light and shadow, sparks flying, the floor beneath me fracturing further under the repeated force.
The barrier held.
I stepped forward through the fading impact.
“Turn.”
‘Telekinesis.’
A pulse of distortion rippled outward from me, hitting the chains mid-motion.
Their glow flickered.
Dimmed.
For a split second, control loosened.
Enough.
I surged forward, claws ready.
My arm cut through the space between us, faster now, sharper.
Her body shifted just a fraction, twisting with precision that felt less like movement and more like… inevitability.
My claw grazed her side.
Armor cracked.
Light bled.
Not deep.
Not enough.
But contact.
“Okay,” I murmured. “You’re not just talk.”
She didn’t answer.
She stepped back.
Then vanished.
She reappeared above me, spear reforming mid-fall, thrust aimed straight down like a judgment call written in divine script.
I looked up.
Didn’t move.
“Try.”
[Deflection (Passive)]
The moment her spear struck, the angle shifted.
Just slightly.
Just enough.
Instead of piercing through me, the force slid off-center, slamming into the ground beside me with an explosion that cracked the chamber floor open in a violent burst of debris and light.
Dust erupted.
Fragments of marble flew.
The shockwave pushed outward, rattling pillars and sending loose crystals trembling overhead.
I stepped through it.
Calm.
Unhurried.
“You hit hard,” I admitted.
Then I lifted my hand.
The sky above the chamber darkened.
“Demonic Spike.”
A hundred lances formed.
Black.
Burning.
Suspended for half a second like a held breath.
Then they fell.
All at once.
Rain of death.
She didn’t panic.
Didn’t dodge wildly.
She moved.
Clean.
Precise.
Chains snapped outward again, intercepting several spikes mid-descent, shattering them in bursts of light. She twisted, stepping through the gaps, spear cutting others out of the air in sharp, efficient arcs.
But not all.
Never all.
Several slammed into the ground around her, exploding on impact, tearing up marble and sending shockwaves outward in overlapping blasts.
The chamber shook.
Dust filled the air.
Visibility dropped.
I walked forward through it.
Slow.
Relaxed.
Watching.
Because yeah.
This wasn’t a fight to win.
Not yet.
This was a test.
Her movement.
Her reactions.
Her limits.
And she knew it.
I could feel it.
Her presence sharpened.
Focused.
Like she was starting to understand.
“You’re holding back,” she said, voice cutting through the dust.
I smirked.
“Yeah.”
Honest.
No point denying it.
“You too.”
The dust parted.
She came through it.
Faster.
Chains and spear switching seamlessly, one moment a thrust, the next a binding strike, the next a sweeping arc meant to cut space itself.
I didn’t block everything.
Didn’t need to.
Teleport.
Shift.
Lean.
Step.
Each movement minimal.
Efficient.
Like I was dancing around the fight instead of being dragged into it.
Her chain snapped toward my leg, I caught it mid-air.
Pulled.
She didn’t resist.
She used it.
Letting the momentum carry her forward as she flipped over me, spear reforming mid-spin.
Nice.
Really nice.
I grinned wider, opening my claws.
I met her mid-air.
Our strikes collided.
Shockwave.
The impact sent us both sliding back across the fractured floor, debris scattering in our wake.
I planted my foot.
Stopped.
She did the same.
We faced each other again.
Distance reset.
“Alright,” I said, rolling my neck once. “You’re fun.”
Her eyes narrowed.
Not flattered.
Would’ve been weird if she was.
I lifted my hand again.
Energy gathered.
Not enough to end it.
Just enough to escalate.
‘Hell Thunder…’
Bolts of dark lightning cracked through the space between us, striking toward her with a sharp, violent burst.
She raised her hand.
Caught it.
Not absorbed.
Redirected.
The energy split around her, tearing into the pillars behind in a pair of explosive impacts that sent chunks of stone crashing down.
“Definitely high-tier,” I muttered.
She stepped forward.
Slow.
Measured.
Chains coiling at her side.
Spear reforming in her grip.
“Are you finished testing?” she asked.
I tilted my head. “Not yet.” A smirk bloomed. “But I will show you something interesting.”