Seven Sins System Chapter 865. Home Run
Seven Sins System Chapter 865. Home Run
[Critical Contact]
[Unknown Core Impact Received]
[Damage Transfer Detected]
[Elemental Affiliation Updated]
[Enemy Core Attribute: High Holy Element]
[Secondary Attribute: Demonic Residue]
[Effect: Devil Vessel Disruption]
[Corruption Type: Holy-Septic Poisoning]
I grunted.
High holy element.
Of fucking course.
Because why stop at demonic-spiritual hybrid when they could make something specifically poisonous to devils?
The core drilled harder against my cocoon, silver-gold light screaming across my tentacles. The hardened layers began to crack. Pain shot down every limb.
I hissed.
Then changed my tentacles’ shape.
The cocoon unfolded violently, all five tentacles twisting together into one massive club-like shape.
A huge baseball bat.
I swung. Hard. “Get lost!”
The tentacle bat smashed into the core.
The impact cracked the air.
The core shot across the yard like a ball launched into the sky, flying over the ruined pavement and slamming into the side of the school building with enough force to cave in part of the wall.
Home run.
Under normal circumstances, I would’ve laughed.
This time, I gritted my teeth.
My two front tentacles smoked.
No. Not smoked. Hissed.
Silver-gold liquid clung to them where the core had touched. The same blood that splashed on us earlier was changing.
The black-red monster blood on my tentacles shimmered.
Turned golden-silver. Like angel blood.
Then it crawled toward the wounds.
Into them.
My regeneration should’ve handled it.
It didn’t.
The burned places on my tentacles refused to close. The edges bubbled with light. Every pulse sent pain deeper into my demonic channels.
I looked down. The blood was poisoning us.
“Shit!”
Luci turned sharply.
Mamon’s eyes widened as his tablet screamed.
I snarled, “The blood! It poisoned us!”
[Poison Detected]
[Substance: Holy-Septic Residue Blood]
[Function: Devil Tissue Infiltration / Regeneration Suppression / Core Weakening]
[Status: Partial Intrusion]
[Immediate Recommendation: Sever Contaminated Extensions]
I crossed two tentacle blades.
Then cut my own wounded tentacles off at the base.
Pain struck like lightning.
Actual pain.
The two severed tentacles dropped to the pavement, wriggling wildly as golden-silver poison spread across them. They twitched, curled, hissed, then dissolved into black smoke and ash.
For half a breath, my balance shifted.
Then two new tentacles emerged from my shadow, slick and fresh, snapping into place behind me.
[Contaminated Extensions Severed]
[Tentacle Regeneration Complete]
[Residual Poison: Detected Inside Vessel]
[Internal Contamination: 7%]
[Warning: Holy-Septic Poison Partially Entered Core Channels]
I breathed hard.
Yeah.
I stopped the worst of it.
But not all.
Some had already gone inside me.
I could feel it.
A cold silver line beneath my skin, crawling through my demonic flow, trying to find my core like a needle searching for the heart.
Puriel rushed toward me. “Azrael!”
I lifted one hand. “Stay back.”
She stopped.
Her eyes flashed with fear.
I hated that look. I hated it more than the poison.
Luci looked at his own sleeve.
The blood on him had started changing too.
He cursed, ripping part of his coat away before the golden-silver could sink through. “Disgusting!”
Mamon had already thrown his outer coat off, gold flames burning the contaminated cloth midair. “Don’t let it reach open wounds!” he snapped.
“No shit,” Luci hissed.
Puriel stared at the core embedded in the wall. “It’s still regenerating.”
I followed her gaze.
The core hovered from the broken wall slowly.
It pulsed.
Once.
Twice.
Golden-silver light spread outward, pulling blood from the fallen giant body back toward it. The corpse on the ground melted into streams, flowing upward like reversed rain.
The core drank it.
Regenerated.
Rebuilt.
But not into the same form.
This time, the shape unfolding from the core was different.
Tall.
Sleeker.
Terribly beautiful in the wrong way.
White bone-like armor grew over black flesh. Wings emerged from its back, not demon wings. Not proper angel wings either. Mutated things. Half feather, half crystal, dripping silver-gold blood from every edge. A halo formed above its head, cracked and crooked, made of black residue wrapped in holy light.
Its face remained blank for a moment.
Then split open into too many eyes.
All glowing.
All staring at me.
A holy abomination built specifically to poison devils.
[Enemy Second Phase Initiated]
[Name Updated: Composite Juvenile Vessel Construct (Seraphic Mutation)]
[Level: 249]
[HP: 3,900,000 / 3,900,000]
[DP: 920,000 / 920,000]
[SP: 1,760,000 / 1,760,000]
[Attribute Shift: High Holy Dominance]
[Threat Assessment: Extreme]
[Warning: Direct Contact Hazardous To Demonic Entities]
The creature opened its wings.
A shockwave of holy-septic light tore across the yard.
Mamon threw up a gold barrier.
Luci raised Pride authority.
I crossed my new tentacles in front of me.
The wave still burned.
My skin hissed under the armor.
The poison inside me pulsed in response, trying to wake up.
I smiled slowly. Painful. Angry.
Unfortunately, I knew I couldn’t neutralized this kind of poison.
The fake angel lowered its head toward us. Its voice came out soft. Childlike. “Devils…”
I spat black blood onto the pavement. Then laughed. Low. Hoarse. “You really learned how to piss me off.”
Puriel stepped beside me despite my warning, silver-white light wrapping around her hands.
Her core was cracked.
I was poisoned.
Luci’s coat was ruined.
Mamon’s analysis had been wrong twice in one morning.
And the thing in front of us had turned from a flesh monster into a fake angel.
The situation was objectively terrible.
My grin widened.
I was starting to get bored anyway.
The fake angel hovered above the ruined schoolyard, wings dripping golden-silver blood that hissed when it touched the pavement. Its halo cracked and rotated above its head like a broken gear. Its face had too many eyes, all bright and empty, staring without blinking.
Holy power leaked from it like poison.
Demonic residue pulsed beneath its skin like black veins.
A perfect insult to both sides.
Puriel stepped forward.
Lumira too.
I immediately snapped my gaze at them. “What are you doing?”
Puriel’s wings spread wide, silver light gathering around her hands. “Joining.”
“No.”
Lumira’s golden aura flared softly but firmly. “Holy is poison for devils. You and Luci can’t fight this thing alone now.”