Seven Sins System Chapter 866. Insanity I

Seven Sins System Chapter 866. Insanity I

Mamon adjusted his glasses, jaw tight. “She is correct.”

“I hate when angels are correct,” Luci muttered.

Puriel looked at me. “Azrael, stay back. Let us take care of this.”

My core pulsed.

Hot.

Wrath moved inside my chest like something waking up under chains. The poison crawling through my demonic channels hissed every time her holy light got too close, but that only made me angrier.

I laughed once. “You?”

Puriel’s eyes narrowed.

“Your core is cracked,” I said. “You can’t handle this thing.”

Her expression didn’t change, but I saw it.

The flicker. Pain. Annoyance. Stubbornness.

“I can still fight,” she said.

“I know.”

That was the problem.

Lumira lifted her sword of kindness-light, golden edges humming. “And we can’t let you take all the holy damage.”

Luci looked between them, then the monster. “I hate this teamwork speech.”

Mamon’s tablet flared. “Less speech. More movement.”

The fake angel moved first.

One wing snapped outward.

Golden feathers shot like spears.

But before they reached us, the tips turned black.

Demonic.

Straight toward Puriel and Lumira.

“Dodge!” Mamon shouted.

Puriel flew upward, twisting beautifully between the black feather-spears. Lumira raised a golden barrier, but the demonic-tipped feathers struck and spread black cracks across it.

At the same time, the fake angel lifted its other hand toward us.

Holy light exploded.

Toward me, Luci, and Mamon.

A targeted counter.

Holy for devils.

Demonic for angels.

Smart. I hated smart enemies.

“Shadow Barrier.”

[You have activated Shadow Barrier]

A black wall rose in front of me, Luci, and Mamon. The holy blast slammed into it and burned through three layers instantly. My skin hissed. My teeth clenched.

Luci cursed as holy sparks grazed his shoulder.

Mamon’s gold chains formed a second barrier, but even his greed aura recoiled at the purity baked into the poison.

“This thing adjusts damage type,” Mamon said sharply.

“Yeah,” I snarled. “I noticed.”

The fake angel smiled without a mouth.

Then it descended.

Fast.

Too fast for something so large.

Puriel met it midair.

Her blade clashed against its forearm, light exploding in a cross-shaped burst. Lumira came from below, golden sword carving through its wing joint. For a breath, the angels pushed it back.

They were better against the holy half.

Their light didn’t immediately hiss like ours did.

But then black veins surged from the creature’s wounds.

Demonic blood sprayed.

Lumira pulled back barely in time, but droplets splashed across her sleeve.

The blood turned black-red the second it touched her.

Demonic poison.

Her cloth smoked.

Puriel’s eyes widened. “The blood changes!”

“No touching blood!” I shouted.

“Thank you, obvious doctor!” Luci snapped.

Then he lunged anyway.

Pride aura wrapped him like violet lightning. He appeared behind the fake angel and sliced across its back with twin blades, aiming between the mutated wings. The cut was beautiful. Clean. Perfect.

Blood sprayed.

Golden-silver toward him.

Luci immediately twisted away, but a line of it kissed his cheek.

It hissed.

He froze.

Very slowly, he touched the mark.

His eyes went empty. “…My face. My handsome face!!!” Oh no. The fake angel made a terrible mistake.

Luci smiled. Not his charming smile. A quiet, murderous smile.

“You damaged my face!”

His Pride exploded.

Violet spears rained from above, each one striking around the fake angel, pinning its wings, arms, and legs without directly exposing him to the blood. He wasn’t playing anymore. His attacks became precise, furious, humiliating.

“Ugly thing,” Luci hissed. “I will erase every shape you have.”

Mamon used that opening.

Gold chains shot from every direction, wrapping around the creature’s joints, not flesh, authority points. Ownership points. Places where the residue tried to claim structure.

“Binding the regeneration loops,” he said. “Three seconds.”

“That’s generous,” I said.

Then I charged.

Puriel yelled, “Azrael!”

Too late.

My eyes glinted crimson.

Wrath surged.

The poison inside me pulsed again, but I shoved more anger over it.

Pain? Good.

Burning? Better.

I hit the creature in the chest with both fists and three tentacles. “Anger Blast.”

The blast erupted point blank.

Crimson shockwave tore through its front and blew it backward into the school building. Walls shattered. Classrooms collapsed. A whole section of the roof folded inward.

Lumira flinched.

I pointed without looking. “Children gone!”

“Still property damage!”

“Send the bill to Mamon!”

Mamon shouted, “Absolutely not!”

The fake angel burst from the debris with half its torso torn open.

Inside, no hearts this time.

A core lattice.

Holy crystal wrapped in demonic nerves.

It was learning. Changing.

Interesting…

I hovered in front of it, tentacles spread. “Blood Curse.”

Red-black runes crawled across its exposed lattice. For one second, its regeneration slowed, holy and demonic energy rejecting each other violently.

Puriel saw it.

She flew in from the right, silver light concentrated into a narrow spear. She aimed at the cursed line, not the body.

Smart girl.

Her blade turned into spear and pierced the gap.

The fake angel screamed.

But the scream became a pulse.

Demonic force blasted outward.

Straight into her cracked core.

Puriel coughed and fell back.

My head snapped. “Puriel!”

She caught herself midair, one hand over her chest. “I’m fine!”

“You are terrible at lying!”

Lumira appeared beside her, golden light wrapping around Puriel’s core for support.

The fake angel used the opening and fired feather-spears at them. I teleported between the attack and the angels.

No thinking.

Just movement.

Holy feathers slammed into my back and shoulders.

Pain exploded.

[Holy Damage Received]

[Regeneration Suppressed In Affected Areas]

I grunted. Then laughed.

Because yeah.

It hurt.

It really hurt.

And my Wrath loved pain when it had a target.

I turned my head slowly toward the fake angel. “You hit them while looking at me?”

My tentacles twitched.

The movement changed. Not tactical. More violent.

My mind started narrowing into red edges, everything else fading except target, wound, kill, break, break, break.

Luci noticed. “El.”

I didn’t answer.

Mamon noticed too. “Wrath output rising.”

Still didn’t answer.

The fake angel flew backward.