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The Incubus System Chapter 1181. Pure Chaos
🕑 Added 2025-04-25 19:44:11 +0000 UTCThe Incubus System Chapter 1181. Pure Chaos
I didn’t move fast enough.
But someone did.
Puriel.
She dropped from above in a streak of silver light, her wings spread wide, her expression frantic.
“Damian!!”
She didn’t hesitate. The moment Zatan lunged, mouth stretching impossibly wide, she flared her hands and shouted.
“Divine Barrier!”
A dome of golden light slammed into place around us, catching the brunt of his unholy bite. The force of the impact cracked the shield like glass under pressure—but it held.
For a second.
Then it shattered.
The explosion sent both of us flying like torn feathers caught in a storm. The wind howled in my ears, my vision spinning.
“Puriel!”
I twisted midair. “Teleportation!”
Light flared—and I vanished from the vortex of wind and reappeared behind her. My arms wrapped around her just as she started to fall.
I caught her.
But the damage was already done.
Her armor was scorched, torn, stained with streaks of black corruption. Her shoulder bled where the barrier hadn’t fully protected her. And her eyes—always so warm—were wide with shock, disbelief… and pain.
“I wasn’t fast enough…” she whispered, trembling in my arms.
My heart clenched. “No. You saved me.”
She tried to smile. “Sorry. I… I wasn’t made for this, Damian… I was made to hold babies. To sing lullabies. I’m… a nurse, not a fighter…”
Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. Even wounded, even cracked open like porcelain—she smiled.
“Sorry, I’m not stronger.”
I shook my head, holding her tighter. “No. You’re stronger than you know.”
And then I turned, fire in my chest, wings flaring behind me, eyes locking on Zatan.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Zatan’s form was a grotesque, half-finished nightmare—towering over the battlefield at nearly twenty feet tall, but twisted and uneven, like his body hadn’t decided what it wanted to become. Crimson-black flames poured from open cracks in his molten flesh, leaking power in unstable bursts.
One wing was fully grown, a scorched ruin of bone and tattered membrane, while the other hung limp, melted mid-transformation. His claws were jagged, overgrown, and still oozing molten blood from where my Incubus Climax orbs had struck.
His face—barely humanoid—was frozen in a permanent snarl, jaw unhinged too wide, eyes empty pits of void. Spines jutted out of his back in uneven rows, and raw shadow pulsed beneath every step like the ground itself rejected him.
He was no longer a demon lord. Not really. He was a broken thing—power incarnate stuffed into a body. And he was still burning. Still raging.
He charged.
I laid Puriel gently behind a chunk of debris, brushing a blood-matted strand of hair from her cheek. Her breathing was shallow but steady.
I clenched my jaw.
[You have connected to Foxy.]
‘Foxy,’ I said through telepathy, keeping my voice calm despite the rage in my chest. ‘Puriel’s down. She’s badly hurt. I need you to get to her. Now.’
There was a beat of silence—then her voice crackled back, fast and focused.
‘Okay. I’m on my way.’
I glanced back once more at Puriel’s form, her wings limp and draped across the rubble like torn banners. She needed someone who could watch her back.
[You have disconnected from Foxy.]
I’d already failed once.
Not again.
My rage didn’t roar.
It simmered.
Low. Focused. Cold.
“You’re going to die,” I told him.
Zatan didn’t respond with words. Just a roar—and then claws.
We clashed mid-air again, the entire sky above the city turning into our battlefield. He was faster now. Stronger. But also reckless—mindless, like a beast that didn’t care about pain or defense anymore.
I had to fight smarter.
I ducked under a swipe, rolled mid-air, and retaliated with Demonic Spike. This time, instead of a burst, I channeled it.
The ground below us screamed as a massive eruption of dark lances surged upward, tearing through the air in a spiraling column.
Zatan howled as three of them pierced through his torso.
[Critical Hit!]
But he ripped them out like splinters and hurled a massive fireball at me.
I spun, activating Deflection, bouncing the worst of it to the side—but the explosion still caught my wing.
[You got hit by 790 HP!]
I flipped backward through the flames and countered with Radiant Slash, the holy blade of light carving an arc through the fire like a guillotine of the gods.
It sliced across his chest—holy energy versus pure abyssal rage.
He stumbled.
Then I dove.
“Wrath Kill!”
My claw lit up, shadows twisting with dark flame, and I punched through his ribcage.
Black fire erupted from his back.
He screamed in my face, his spit sizzling with acid, and then headbutted me.
Everything spun.
[You got hit by 1,040 HP!]
“Dark Healing!”
Pain vanished—but the memory stayed. I swung wildly to parry the next attack, our blades locking again.
His was cracked now—Bloodrender flickering, unstable. Mine glowed with a vengeance.
“I’m not the one who’s weak,” I growled, pressing harder. “You had to give up your mind just to keep up.”
He snapped at me like an animal.
No—worse than that. Animals had instinct. Instinct could be reasoned with, dodged, predicted.
This?
This was fury incarnate.
Whatever last trace of logic he had was gone. What remained was a twisted monster of flesh and flame and hatred.
He roared.
A shockwave of pure rage.
Then he charged.
Not at me.
At everything.
He slammed through a five-story building like it was made of paper, tearing through steel and stone in a shower of sparks and debris. His clawed hand smashed through a mana generator tower, and the resulting magical backlash exploded in a torrent of light and arcane static. Imps, demons, hellspawn—his own troops—were shredded in his path as if their existence no longer mattered.
He leapt, wings flaring wide, and landed in the street below with an impact that split the ground in half. Craters bloomed beneath his steps. Car-sized chunks of rubble flew into the air. A merchant’s stall was reduced to splinters. Screaming civilians tried to run—but Zatan was pure chaos now, stomping and swiping without direction, a creature driven by destruction for destruction’s sake.
