Seven Sins System Chapter 864. Point Blank
Seven Sins System Chapter 864. Point Blank
I hovered above the creature, soaked in black-red blood, tentacles dripping, mask cracked along one side.
The monster still resisted.
Still regenerating.
Still trying.
I respected that. “You had my residue,” I said softly. It looked up at me. “You fought better than the rest.”
My tentacles spread wide.
“But you’re not Wrath. Devil’s Craft.”
[Constructing Temporary Weapon: Wrath Execution Pike]
[Materials: Shadow / Blood / Ruin Flame / Broken Residue Crystal]
Blood, shadow, and shattered residue crystal gathered between my tentacles, forging into one massive black-red pike.
I caught it in both hands.
Mamon shouted, “Aim for simultaneous penetration through remaining hearts!”
“I know!”
“No, you don’t!”
“I do now!”
Luci appeared beside me, violet spear forming in his hand. “I’ll take the left.”
I grinned. “Mamon?”
Gold chains tightened, exposing the final two hearts.
“Right side open in three.”
Puriel and Lumira wrapped the souls fully in light.
Three.
Two.
One.
We struck.
Three attacks landed at the same time.
My Wrath Execution Pike drove straight through the right side of the creature’s chest, piercing one of the remaining hearts.
Luci’s violet blade punched through the left, clean and elegant like an execution performed by someone who cared about posture. Mamon’s gold chains snapped tight around the monster’s torso and yanked both wounds open so the two hearts couldn’t retreat back into its flesh.
The creature screamed.
Not one voice.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
A choir of something that had stolen children’s bodies and learned to cry with their mouths.
The final hearts burst.
Black-red blood exploded outward.
[Residue Heart Destroyed: 6 / 7]
[Residue Heart Destroyed: 7 / 7]
[All Residue Hearts Destroyed]
[Entity Stability: Critical]
The monster staggered.
Its huge body twisted backward, limbs jerking, chest splitting wider as the stolen residue inside it lost rhythm. The giant shadow above its body flickered like broken smoke. Its arms clawed at the air, trying to hold itself together, but there was nothing left to hold.
Mamon’s chains tightened one final time.
Luci ripped his blade free with an arrogant sweep.
I pulled my pike out and let it dissolve into blood and flame.
Then the creature collapsed.
The ground shook when it hit.
A shockwave rolled across the schoolyard, cracking the pavement, rattling the windows, and sending dust rising in a circle around us. Its massive body lay there, twitching, leaking black-red blood across the ground in thick streams.
The blood splashed onto us.
Onto my arms.
My tentacles.
Mamon’s sleeves.
Luci’s already-traumatized outfit.
It hissed when it touched our skin.
Not enough to burn deep.
Just enough to annoy.
Steam rose from my forearm where the droplets landed.
I huffed and rolled my shoulder.
Mamon looked down at the chains wrapped around the fallen construct. His mask hid most of his expression, but I could tell.
Satisfied.
Mamon didn’t do happy in battle.
But satisfied, yes.
He had balanced something.
Found a number.
Closed an account.
Luci, meanwhile, landed on top of a broken slab of pavement and turned slightly to the side, wings open, chin lifted, aura still flaring around him like a royal portrait painted during a war.
A cool pose.
His coat was stained, his sleeve was burned, and his pride had clearly decided that if he looked good enough, the blood didn’t count.
Then there was me.
I hovered above the corpse, tentacles dripping, mask cracked, armor smeared with black-red blood.
And I grinned.
A pure evil grin.
The kind villains wore in mortal movies before the camera zoomed in and someone whispered, ‘he’s enjoying this’.
Because I was.
The monster was down.
The blood was raining.
The battlefield stank of fire, residue, and pain.
My core felt warm.
That part made my grin twitch slightly.
Warm.
Deep inside my chest, my Wrath core pulsed like it had just taken a long breath after being suffocated for years
Yes.
This one.
This was the feeling.
A real enemy.
A real fight.
Not paperwork. Not peace agreements. Not smiling as Dr. Allen while mortals complained about headaches and stomachaches. Not holding back so hard my own teeth hurt.
This was me.
The Lord of Wrath.
The villain in every story told by trembling priests.
And for one short second, I let myself celebrate the death.
Puriel and Lumira’s light softened behind us.
The child souls hovered in the air, surrounded by silver and gold, no longer chained to the flesh below. Some cried. Some held each other. Some stared at the dead construct like they couldn’t believe the nightmare had finally stopped wearing them. And they began to ascend, to the place where they had to go.
Puriel’s shoulders relaxed.
Lumira exhaled shakily.
They began walking toward us.
Puriel still had one hand near her core, but her expression was calmer now. Lumira’s wound had stopped smoking. The corruption on her abdomen looked sealed.
Then both of their eyes widened.
Puriel shouted, “Look out!”
At the same time, my system flared red.
[Enemy Core Activity Detected]
[Enemy Is Still Alive]
I turned around.
Something shot out from the collapsed body.
Fast.
Too fast.
A core.
Maybe.
It looked like a compressed sphere of golden-black crystal, wrapped in veins of silver light and demonic residue. Small compared to the creature’s huge body, but dense enough that the air screamed around it as it flew straight toward me.
Direct attack.
Point blank.
No time to dodge.
My instincts moved before thought. “Sloth!” The word left my mouth low and sharp.
My tentacles snapped inward.
All five hardened instantly, folding over my body like a black cocoon. Layer after layer. Interlocked. Reinforced. Shadow, Sloth stillness, Wrath armor, demonic density. It should’ve been impenetrable.
Should have been.
The core hit.
Pain exploded.
Not just through the tentacles.
Through my whole body.
My teeth clenched so hard I tasted blood.
The impact didn’t pierce the cocoon normally. It resonated. Passed through the hardened tentacles like holy thunder through bone. My nerves lit up at once, burning from skin to spine to core.