The Incubus System Chapter 1505. I’ll Show You Holy
The Incubus System Chapter 1505. I’ll Show You Holy
Nathan staggered back.
The arena went silent.
Nathan touched his forehead slowly.
His face turned red.
Humiliated red.
“You…”
I lowered my hand. “That one was personal.”
Nathan’s expression cracked. “You are really a demon! You only wear angel skin!” His sword trembled in his hand. “You never, ever, belong to this place!”
He charged again.
This time, there was no technique.
Just anger.
His sword came down with everything he had.
I raised my dark blade and caught it.
The impact shook the arena.
Holy light exploded outward, and my camouflage flickered violently.
For one second, my disguise cracked.
The white clothes rippled.
The angel wings glitched.
Beneath the false white, one side of me bled shadow.
The demonic wing tried to show.
Nathan pushed harder. “See?” he spat. “You don’t belong-”
My smile twisted. Not amused anymore. Something sharper. “ I don’t belong here?”
My voice dropped.
The arena pressure changed.
Nathan’s eyes widened slightly, sensing it too late. “Oh,” I whispered. “I’ll show you about that.”
I pushed.
Just once.
Nathan flew backward from pure force through the blade.
He slammed into the arena floor, rolled, and stabbed his sword down to stop himself.
I stood straight. Then let my dark blade dissolve.
The shadow scattered from my fingers like black ash, vanishing into the glowing air of the arena.
I tilted my head and whispered, “Redemption…”
Light gathered in my palm.
A sword formed in my hand, its blade humming with a quiet sacred note that made the arena walls pulse in recognition.
Nathan’s face twisted. “No…” He had already seen it once.
But maybe apparently, at that time, he hadn’t been sure. Maybe he thought it was a trick.
But now?
Nathan finally understood this was not a show.
I gripped the sword. The weight settled into my hand like it belonged there.
Which was funny.
Tragic too.
Because in another life, maybe this would have been normal. Maybe this power wouldn’t make everyone stare like reality had made an administrative error. Maybe Heaven wouldn’t look at me and scream ‘corruption’ every time I breathed.
I smiled. Twisted.
“I’ll show you holy.”
Despite my words, my eyes turned colder.
Because this was not about proving myself to Nathan anymore.
This was a play.
A stage.
Aurelion was watching.
The Light Dimension’s sacred arena was watching.
I had played enough.
I already knew Nathan’s limit now.
His speed.
His reaction.
His holy output.
And since I knew his limit, I knew what to do.
I didn’t need to kill him. I only needed to break the meaning of him.
That sounded cruel.
Maybe it was.
But if Aurelion saw Nathan as useful, he would keep using him. Keep feeding him power. Keep sharpening him as a knife. Keep pointing him toward me, Larry, maybe even Celia.
So I needed to show the king something simple.
This pawn was useless.
This borrowed hand could not reach me.
This new holy warrior, this chosen human, this upgraded demon hunter with one angel wing and a sword full of royal light… Could not touch me.
I wanted Aurelion throw Nathan away after this.
That was the best plan for now.
That was one reason I humiliated him.
The other reason? Personal.
Nathan lifted his sword, his jaw clenched tight. “You dare use holy power in front of me?”
I smiled behind the silver mask. “I dare many things.”
Then I moved.
No teleportation this time. Just speed.
My angel wings snapped wide, fake in appearance, but moving with the rhythm of my real power beneath. The arena floor cracked under my first step, and I crossed the distance between us in a flash of white light.
Nathan barely raised his blade in time.
Redemption slammed against his sword.
-Clang!
Holy against holy.
The sound rang out like a bell splitting the air.
Nathan’s eyes widened.
Because he expected darkness to hiss against his weapon.
Expected corruption.
But my blade met his cleanly.
No rejection. No burning backlash. Just light.
His light was borrowed.
Mine was inherited.
Big difference.
I twisted my wrist.
His guard opened.
My elbow drove into his chest.
He staggered back, but before he could regain footing, I lifted Redemption.
“Radiant Slash.” That was level 1.
A crescent of white-gold light tore from my blade.
Nathan crossed his sword in front of him, blocking, but the slash exploded against his guard and threw him backward across the arena.
He skidded hard, boots scraping glowing lines into the stone.
I didn’t let him breathe.
I lunged again.
He snarled and summoned the remaining fragments of his holy power into floating blades. Three rough swords formed behind him this time, unstable but sharp.
One blade flew toward my face.
I stepped aside.
The second came toward my ribs.
I deflected it with Redemption.
The third aimed for my leg.
I jumped over it, spun midair, and brought my sword down.
Nathan blocked again.
Barely.
Our blades locked.
His face was close enough that I could see sweat sliding down his temple. His eyes were full of rage, but beneath that rage?
Doubt.
I smiled wider. Probably looked insane. Actually, no. Definitely looked insane.
Full angelic appearance. White clothes. Silver mask. White wings. Holy sword.
But my expression?
Cold.
Predatory.
Almost psychopathic.
Like an angel who had lost all patience and found violence more efficient than doctrine.
Nathan saw it. His throat moved. “You…”
I leaned closer. “What?”
His jaw tightened. “You’re wrong.”
I pushed him back with one hand. “Everyone keeps saying that.”
Then I lifted my sword again. “Seraphic Chainstrike.”
Chains of holy light erupted from Redemption.
Not from the ground.
From the blade itself.
They snapped forward like living lightning, wrapping around Nathan’s sword arm, his ankle, his wing-base, not tight enough to tear, but precise enough to control.
Nathan’s eyes widened. “What—”
I pulled.
His stance broke instantly.
He stumbled forward.
I met him halfway with the flat of Redemption across his stomach.
The impact folded him.
Air burst from his lungs.
I spun, chain still attached, and slammed him sideways into the arena floor.
-Crack!
White stone fractured.
Nathan coughed, body shaking.