The Incubus System Chapter 1530. Assassins III

The Incubus System Chapter 1530. Assassins III

Caerun shouted, “By Heaven’s judgment—”

I snapped my fingers.

[Silence]

His voice vanished.

His mouth kept moving.

For half a second, Caerun looked absolutely offended.

But the spell circle still formed.

He didn’t need the chant completely.

I vanished.

[Teleportation]

I appeared above him.

Caerun sensed me and twisted midair, sword flashing upward.

I stepped on his shoulder.

My boot pressed down, and I used his body as a platform, forcing him to drop.

His eyes widened in humiliation.

Then I drove him into the ground.

The spell circle shattered overhead, raining fragments of holy light across the road.

Caerun coughed, body twitching beneath my boot.

I crouched over him.

He tried to stab upward.

I caught his wrist.

His other hand flared with holy fire.

I caught that too.

He struggled.

Hard.

His wings thrashed, scraping against the cracked stone.

I looked down at him with no smile now. “Done?”

His mouth moved silently.

The Silence still held.

I tilted my head. “You are? Great.”

His eyes burned. He released a burst of light from his entire body.

It blasted outward, forcing my coat and hair back, burning against my skin. For a second, the holy pressure tried to throw me away.

I stayed.

My fingers tightened around his face.

[Energy Siphon Activated]

Caerun’s eyes went wide.

There it was.

That beautiful moment of understanding.

The moment the enemy realized the thing they feared was not a rumor.

Black threads crawled from my palms into his arms. His holy power surged against me like a river trying to flood backward, but Energy Siphon drank greedily.

Unlike Soul Siphon, this wasn’t delicate.

This was not surgical extraction.

This was hunger.

His wings flared, then faltered.

Light rushed out of him and into me.

Caerun’s body arched.

The Silence broke under his scream.

“You… feed on us…”

“I warned your king.”

His wings beat uselessly against the ground. Holy sparks flew everywhere, but the more he struggled, the more energy spilled into my hands.

[Holy Energy Absorption: 63%]

[Holy Energy Absorption: 78%]

[Warning: Opponent Level Insufficient For Major Breakthrough]

[Current Accumulation Toward Next Threshold: 87%]

[Estimated Requirement Remaining: 13%]

I blinked.

Then huffed.

[Opponent Level Too Low]

[Breakthrough To 100%: Failed]

[Additional High-Grade Holy Source Required]

I clicked my tongue. ‘Yeah. Those guys are weaker than Puriel.’

Caerun tried one last time.

His sword, dropped a few feet away, trembled and lifted into the air, flying toward my back.

Leon moved.

Fast.

His blade struck Caerun’s sword mid-flight and pinned it into the ground with a brutal crash.

“No,” Leon said calmly.

Caerun’s hope died in his eyes.

I leaned closer. “You should have stayed at the border.”

Then I pulled the last of his power.

[Holy Energy Absorption: 91%]

[Holy Energy Absorption: 100%]

[Assimilation Complete]

Caerun’s scream broke halfway through.

His body went limp under my hands.

The light in his eyes dimmed.

Then, just like Serion, his body began to dissolve.

His fingers turned to light first.

Then his armor cracked into particles.

His wings folded inward and scattered, white feathers becoming sparks that lifted into the dark sky before fading into nothing.

I released him.

His remaining form collapsed into dust between the cracks of the road.

Gone.

Two messages returned to Light Dimension as silence.

I stood slowly.

The power inside me burned hot, but not enough.

Annoying.

I flexed my fingers once.

[Breakthrough Requirement: Unmet]

I huffed again. “This will be hard.”

Leon stepped closer, sword lowering only after the last particle disappeared. “Congratulations, Your Highness.”

A demon guard behind him stared at the empty road, then at me, then at the sealed city barrier. “This is stupid…” The guard swallowed. “They knew they couldn’t mess up here. They saw the barrier. Saw you. Saw the guards. They still attacked.” He looked at the place where Caerun died. “That is stupid.”

Leon’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

Licheri floated lower, his round white body no longer bouncing.

Despite the win, he didn’t joke like usual.

Licheri joking meant the city still breathed easily.

Licheri quiet meant the city core understood the wound beneath the performance.

I looked at the empty road. “No,” I said.

The guard blinked. “Your Highness?”

I turned toward Lust City’s gate, then back toward the direction the crack had been. “The king sent them to reply to my previous message.”

Leon’s expression sharpened.

I folded my arms. “I siphoned angels and showed it to him. I thought he would think twice about sending his subordinates. But seems like he can’t be underestimated.”

Leon stepped beside me. “So he sent them to search for who the traitors among them are?”

“That may be one reason,” I said.

Lysathiel’s face flashed in my mind again.

Aurelion wanted to know who helped me. These two asked too cleanly. . Queen, fallen goddess, someone else.

Yes.

They were sniffing for betrayal.

But that wasn’t the cleanest message.

“The clean one is…”

I stopped. Because Licheri suddenly spoke. “…‘I can send my soldiers into your world if I want to.’”

Silence fell.

The guards went still.

Leon’s face hardened.

I looked at Licheri.

He floated there, white jelly furball body softly glowing under the red barrier light, and somehow looked more serious than every demon soldier around us.

“That’s what the king wanted to say to Damian. To us,” he said.

Yeah.

There it was.

The real message.

Not just assassination, investigation or even revenge.

Demonstration.

Aurelion had watched me siphon Nathan’s bestowed power and warn him that every angel he sent could become mine.

So he replied by sending two.

Not important enough to worry about losing.

Not weak enough to be meaningless.

Good enough to prove the crack existed.

Disposable enough to test me.

If they found Lysathiel’s involvement, useful.

If they died, still useful.

Because their death proved one thing.

He could send angels into the Demon World.

Into my territory.

Whenever the crack allowed it.

My jaw tightened. “Clever bastard.”

Leon’s voice lowered. “This is provocation.”

Licheri looked at me. “A threat.”

I smiled without humor. “Definitely.”

The city lights behind us pulsed, red and pink and gold, sensual and alive and completely unaware how close the edge had come tonight.

That pissed me off more than Serion’s fake smile.