The Incubus System Chapter 1503. Choice IV
The Incubus System Chapter 1503. Choice IV
I blocked the first.
Parried the second.
Leaned away from the thrust.
Caught the reverse cut with my dark blade.
Then jumped over the wing-assisted spin, letting the sword pass under me.
In midair, I flicked my fingers.
[Telekinesis]
Nathan’s ankle jerked forward.
Just a little.
Enough.
His balance broke.
He stumbled.
I landed beside him and kicked the back of his knee.
He dropped to one knee. Not fully.
He caught himself with the sword, growling. “Stop playing with me!”
I looked down at him. “I’m trying not to break you.”
That made him angrier.
The golden threads around his wing pulsed sharply.
Nathan’s breath hitched. His face twisted. Then the glow in his eyes intensified.
My jaw tightened.
He pushed off the floor, faster than before. His one wing beat once, blasting holy wind across the arena. The pressure shoved against my body, trying to force me back.
I planted my feet.
Nathan saw it. “Monster.”
I smiled behind the mask. “Late reaction.”
His swords rained down.
Not one by one.
All at once.
Five blades dropped from above like falling stars.
I raised one hand.
[Shadow Barrier]
A dome formed above me.
The blades struck.
-Boom!
Holy light exploded against darkness, filling the arena with smoke and sparks. The floor cracked beneath my boots. The suppression wards tightened around me, trying to choke my demonic output.
Through the smoke, Nathan charged.
He expected me to stay under the dome.
I didn’t.
[Teleportation]
I reappeared beside him before his charge completed.
My knee drove into his side.
He coughed, body lifting slightly from the impact.
I caught his collar and slammed him down onto the arena floor.
-Crack!
White stone fractured beneath his back.
I raised my blade.
Nathan’s eyes widened.
For a second, fear flashed.
Real fear.
I stabbed downward.
Not into him.
Beside his head.
My dark blade pierced the floor and sliced through another golden thread connected to one of his floating swords.
-Snap!
A second blade vanished.
[Remaining Radiant Blades: 4]
Nathan stared at me from the ground.
Breathing hard.
His wing flared painfully.
Nathan screamed.
Not battle scream.
Pain.
The golden threads dug deeper into his shoulder, bright and cruel.
Lysathiel took one step forward from the edge of the arena. “Nathan—”
The walls pulsed.
She stopped.
I slowly stood.
My eyes turned cold behind the mask. “So that’s how that thing works.” It worked like a parasite. “Nathan, let’s go back to the human world. Leave this madness!”
Nathan rolled back to his feet, breathing hard, sweat sliding down his temple. The four remaining swords circled him shakily.
“No…” He gripped his sword with both hands. “I chose this. I want this!” he shouted.
“You chose power. Not chains.”
“I don’t care!” He attacked again.
Slower now.
Still strong, but his body was starting to protest. Forced wing. Holy augmentation. Too much power shoved into a container not built for it.
His footwork remained good. Better than most. His sword angles were clean, and his timing with the floating blades had improved. He tried to herd me toward the arena wall, using light swords to cut escape routes while he pressed with direct sword strikes.
Good strategy.
Against someone normal.
But I was not normal.
He slashed.
I stepped inside the arc, body turning sideways.
His blade missed my chest by a finger’s width.
I tapped his elbow with two fingers.
[Energy Siphon]
Just a sip.
Not enough to drain him heavily.
Enough to disrupt.
His holy energy stuttered.
Nathan’s arm trembled. “What—”
I palmed his chest and pushed.
[Telekinesis]
He shot backward like an invisible hammer struck him, crashing into the arena wall. The impact shook dust from the white stone.
Two floating swords came at me from behind.
I didn’t turn. [Shadow Barrier]
A narrow shield formed behind my back.
-Clang! -Clang!
Both blades bounced off.
I raised my hand lazily. [Telekinesis]
The two swords froze midair.
Nathan’s eyes widened.
I clenched my fist.
The blades bent inward with a horrible metallic whine.
Then shattered into holy fragments.
[Remaining Radiant Blades: 2]
The arena went silent.
Even the light seemed to pause.
I tilted my head. “Still want to continue?”
Nathan pushed himself away from the wall.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped it with the back of his hand and glared.“I won’t lose.”
“You are losing.”
His last two floating swords aligned behind him.
His one wing spread wide.
Holy energy gathered around him, brighter and more unstable than before.
Nathan lifted his sword.
“By royal light—”
I snapped my fingers.
[Silence]
The arena sound died around him.
Nathan’s mouth kept moving.
No words came out.
His eyes widened.
Ah. That worked?
Interesting.
Nathan tried again.
Nothing.
His confusion was beautiful.
I teleported.
In front of him. My hand grabbed his sword wrist.
My knee slammed into his stomach.
He doubled over soundlessly.
I twisted his wrist until the sword dropped.
Then kicked the holy blade away across the arena floor.
It skidded, spinning, before stabbing into white stone several meters away.
Nathan tried to punch me.
I caught his fist.
He tried the wing.
I stepped around it.
He tried to headbutt me.
I leaned back.
Missed.
I sighed. “Don’t copy my move badly.”
Then I slammed my palm against the base of his wing.
Dark energy pierced into the golden threads.
[Dark Bound]
Black chains erupted from my palm and wrapped around the base of the angel wing, not crushing flesh, but catching the hymn-threads embedded there.
Nathan’s silent scream broke through Silence as raw breath.
The holy threads resisted.
They burned.
My chains hissed.
The Light Dimension pressure slammed against me.
Then… I saw it.
A small golden knot buried at the root of the wing.
Nathan’s choice twisted into obedience.
My eyes narrowed. “Found you.”
Nathan thrashed.
The two remaining blades spun toward me.
I glanced at them.
[Telekinesis]
They froze inches from my back.
I squeezed my hand.
The black chains tightened.
Holy light screamed.
The knot cracked.
Nathan’s eyes flashed between gold and human brown.