Seven Sins System Chapter 867. Insanity II
Seven Sins System Chapter 867. Insanity II
I chased it.
Teleportation.
One blink, I was above.
Another blink, below.
Another at its side.
My attacks came from everywhere, not in rhythm anymore. Wrath tentacle slashed, hooks dragged, fists hammered, knees struck. I used Shadow Barrier offensively, forming black plates behind its head and slamming it between them like crushing a bug.
[Warning: Combat Instability Increasing]
[Poison Reaction: Accelerating With Wrath Output]
I ignored it.
“Nether Flame.”
Black-blue fire poured over its left wing. The holy feathers burned, screaming light.
“Evil Flame.”
Green-black fire mixed with it, corrupting the demonic veins under its armor. The two flames fought each other and the creature at once, ripping through its structure.
The fake angel retaliated.
Its halo spun, forming a ring of blades, half holy, half demonic. They shot outward in all directions.
Luci dodged, swearing as one cut his coat again.
Mamon blocked with gold coins, but several shattered.
Puriel and Lumira crossed their wings, forming a silver-gold barrier that caught the demonic blades aimed at them.
I took three blades head-on.
One holy into my side.
One demonic into my shoulder.
One mixed straight through a tentacle.
I grinned through blood. “Life Stealer.”
My wounded tentacle wrapped around the mixed blade and drank.
Holy poison rushed in with the energy.
My arm trembled.
[Warning: Contaminated Absorption]
[Skill Efficiency Reduced]
I snarled and tore the blade out. “Fine.”
I crushed it instead.
Lumira shouted from behind me, “Azrael, stop taking direct hits!”
“I’m not taking them!”
Luci yelled, “You are literally taking them!”
“I’m evaluating damage!”
Mamon snapped, “Your evaluation is stupid!” Well, I didn’t care. I needed samples. A real sample from this creature. And I knew I could use my body to get it.
The fake angel dove toward Lumira.
She raised her sword, but its attack shifted midair, holy light turning demonic black at the last second.
Puriel shoved her aside and took the edge across her wing.
Golden feathers scattered.
That did it.
Something inside me cracked louder than the poison.
My core went hotter.
Wrath.
Pure wrath.
Possessive.
Not thinking. Not strategy. Just the old me who wanted to kill whoever annoyed me, whoever hurt what I considered mine, whoever dared stand in front of me and still breathe.
“Dominion of Ruin.”
The air around the fake angel decayed.
Not the schoolyard.
Just a tight sphere around it, tighter than before, like a cage made from ending. Its halo rusted. Its wings cracked. Its fake holy light flickered.
The fake angel struggled, holy and demonic power thrashing inside the sphere.
Puriel flew beside me despite her torn wing. “Azrael. Your poison is spreading.”
“I know.”
“Then stop pushing.”
“No.”
She grabbed my wrist.
The touch burned slightly because holy light and holy poison were not the same, but my body didn’t care right now.
I looked at her.
Her face was pale. Her wing bleeding light.
Still standing.
Still trying to protect me.
Annoying woman.
“Let us take care of this,” she said.
My grin softened into something worse. “You already took a hit for Lumira.”
“And you took three for us.”
“So we’re even.”
“Azrael.”
I pulled my wrist free gently.
Then looked back at the fake angel. “No. This thing has my residue too.”
The sphere cracked.
The fake angel burst out and slammed into me.
We crashed through the school roof into the upper floor.
Desks exploded. Walls shattered. Colorful classroom posters tore apart in the wind of impact.
It pinned me against the floor, many eyes staring down, holy claws digging into my shoulders.
Pain lit me up.
It whispered in a childlike voice, “Wrath…”
I smiled in its face. “Wrong.”
My tentacles wrapped around its neck, wings, arms, waist. “I’m the original.”
“Hellfire Death.”
Flame erupted between us.
Red-black hellfire consumed the classroom, but I curled Shadow Barrier around the outer walls, trapping the blast inside so it didn’t spread to the rest of the school.
The fake angel screamed.
I screamed back, laughing through the fire.
It tore free and launched upward, breaking through the ceiling.
I followed.
We burst back into open air.
Luci met it from above, violet spear driving it downward.
Lumira struck from the left with a golden arc that purified part of its holy corruption without feeding the demonic side.
Puriel struck from the right, silver chains wrapping around its wings and pulling them wide.
Mamon’s gold chains locked around its core lattice.
For one second, all five of us held it.
Devils and angels.
Pride, Greed, Wrath, Chastity, Kindness.
Ridiculous team.
Horrible paperwork later.
Mamon shouted, “Core exposed!”
The fake angel thrashed.
Its blood sprayed outward.
Golden-silver toward us devils.
Black-red toward the angels.
Double-edged knife.
Every attack punished the attacker.
Every wound became poison.
But I didn’t care.
The pain only opened the door wider.
Something in my head began laughing with me, low and broken, crawling between every pulse of poison and wrath. Then came the voice. Mine, but not calm. Mine, but older. The version of me that didn’t care about treaties, angels, mortals, buildings, witnesses, or consequences.
‘Kill.’
My fingers tightened.
‘Kill it.’
The world narrowed into crimson lines and exposed weakness.
‘Don’t let it slip away.’
The fake angel’s shape blurred at the edges, not because it moved too fast, but because my sanity stopped caring about details. Enemy. Target. Core. Tear. Crush.
‘Kill.’
My eyes burned crimson.
My grin returned.
This time, I didn’t dodge the spray.
I moved through it.
Pain hissed across my skin, but I drove my hand straight into the exposed core lattice.
[Critical Contact]
[Warning: Dangerous Threshold Approaching]
I laughed. “Shut up.”
My fingers closed around the core.
The fake angel screamed.
Puriel shouted my name.
Luci cursed.
Mamon’s chains tightened.
Lumira’s light flared.
I pulled.
The core resisted, stabbing holy needles into my palm.
I pulled harder.
Wrath did not ask.
Wrath took.
The core cracked.
Not broken yet.
But cracked.
The fake angel’s body convulsed, wings snapping violently.
I looked into its many eyes and smiled like the villain every mortal story warned about. “Now,” I whispered, “let’s see how holy you are when I rip you open.”