The number “two hundred thousand” boomed in Andura’s mind like a heavy death knell, leaving his thoughts completely blank.
He froze in place, his wings seemingly losing their luster, his icy blue eyes filled with unbelievable shock and confusion.
Lucifer, seeing the other’s despondent state, did not stop.
Instead, in a calmer and more cruel tone, he dropped a second bomb capable of crushing all illusions:
“And this is merely one type of relatively powerful magical beast.
In my Demon Clan, the supreme ruler—the Demon King—has a Combat Class…
of at least seven hundred thousand.” He paused, his gaze sweeping across Andura’s pale face like a cold blade.
“Now, Captain of the Warriors Andura, do you still believe your Vampire Clan can easily’survive,’ let alone ‘gain a foothold,’ in this land?”
“Seven…
seven hundred thousand…
or more?!” Andura’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently as he swallowed hard, as if the words carried the rusty taste of burning iron.
Seven hundred thousand?
This had completely exceeded the scope of his understanding and imagination!
Never mind seven hundred thousand—even those two hundred thousand magical beasts were a natural disaster for the Vampire Clan, requiring their entire race’s strength and potentially heavy casualties just to contend with.
But seven hundred thousand…
that was a mythical realm that could not be touched or even fathomed!
He thought of his race’s king, His Majesty Izraf, who was hailed as one of the strongest in history, yet his Combat Class was only around thirty thousand.
The ordinary elite warriors of the clan mostly hovered between seven and nine thousand…
compared to the Demon Realm described by the other, it was like a firefly trying to outshine the bright moon.
Lucifer spoke no more, simply floating there quietly.
His pure black eyes held no emotion, as if he were observing an experiment, watching Andura digest information sufficient to overturn his perception of the world.
A desolate wind swept past, carrying the scent of sulfur, ruffling their clothes and hair.
The atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.
“Impossible…
This is absolutely impossible!!”
After a brief, dead silence, Andura seemed pushed to the edge of a cliff by that silent gaze and the massive information gap.
The elegance and composure he had maintained instantly shattered.
His handsome face twisted with agitation and a rage bordering on fear.
He shrieked and roared, as if only through denial could he maintain the tottering pillars of his heart.
This must be a bluff, a lie!!” He seemed to be trying to convince himself as much as refute Lucifer.
“Even the King of my Vampire Clan, His Majesty Izraf, has a Combat Class of only thirty thousand!
Seven hundred thousand?
Ha!
How could such an absurd existence possibly exist!”
Along with his out-of-control roar, he flicked his wrist, and the longsword kirato, transparent as an ice shard, appeared in his hand once more.
The blade emitted a faint hum due to its master’s turbulent emotions.
The strings of reason finally snapped.
Andura’s form turned into a streak of light interwoven with silver-white and dark gold.
Carrying the shame, resentment, and killing intent of his punctured illusions, he charged recklessly toward Lucifer!
He wanted to tear apart this Demon who spread “lies” and shook his convictions!
“Tsk, such a fragile state of mind.” Lucifer shook his head slightly, a flash of realization and faint disdain in his eyes.
“No wonder in the trajectory of the future, the Vampire Clan could only become a vassal of the Demon Clan…”
In the original story, although the Vampire Clan possessed decent talent and unique racial traits, they were limited by their potential and a lack of top-tier combat power.
Ultimately, they were swallowed and enslaved by the rising tide of the Demon Clan.
Even their King Izraf, with his thirty thousand Combat Class, appeared stretched thin before the backbone of the future Demon Clan—those High-ranking Demons whose Combat Classes were generally in the tens of thousands.
Andura’s performance now was but a small microcosm of that bleak future.
With a thought, Lucifer gripped the air with his right hand.
The majestic demon power within him surged out rapidly, condensing and taking shape in his palm.
Pitch-black magic power intertwined like a living thing, instantly solidifying into a longsword with an ancient design and a completely dark body.
The hilt joined perfectly with his palm, as if it were an extension of his arm.
This was also a manifestation of the basic application of demon power.
Like the magical wings on his back, it was an introductory skill for the Demon Clan to control their own strength.
Facing Andura’s rage-filled thrust, with a cold glint concentrated at the sword’s tip, Lucifer did not dodge.
He steadily raised his right arm, and the pitch-black longsword in his hand parried with precision.
CLANG—!!
The crisp and loud sound of metal clashing echoed through the cliffs!
A violent air current exploded outward from the point where the swords met, kicking up sand and stones from the ground.
The advantage of a thousand Combat Class points manifested at this moment.
Lucifer’s form did not budge an inch; his arm was as steady as a rock.
Andura, however, felt a powerful Counter-shock travel up the blade, numbing his arm. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
His forward momentum was stopped dead, and he was even forced to stumble back several meters before barely stabilizing himself, his silver-white wings flapping rapidly to maintain balance.
However, in the very next second after Lucifer successfully blocked and repelled Andura—
Puchi!
The dull sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh suddenly came from Lucifer’s own chest!
His body jolted slightly, and he looked down.
On the left side of his chest, a gruesome wound deep enough to see bone appeared out of nowhere.
The edges were clean, as if sliced by an extremely sharp blade.
Dark red demon blood, emitting a faint fluorescence, gurgled from the wound, flowing down his firm chest and dripping onto the scorched rocks below with a faint “hissing” sound and wisps of green smoke.
“Oh?
This is…”
Lucifer did not panic from this sudden injury.
Instead, a strong light of interest and inquiry lit up in his pure black eyes.
He clearly sensed that the destructive energy remaining in the wound did not belong to Andura’s magic, but rather…
a power he was very familiar with and had just been using—his own demon power!
Its sharpness and characteristics were exactly the same as the force he had used when condensing the black sword and performing the parry!
“Taking my own attack power…
and ‘returning’ it to me exactly as it was?” Lucifer wiped the edge of the wound with his finger, staining it with his own blood.
He looked at it before raising his eyes to Andura, whose expression had shifted from rage to a certain smugness and excitement.
Lucifer revealed the answer calmly, “This must be the true hidden characteristic of your’Sacred Treasure.'”
“Smart!” A smile reappeared on Andura’s face, one filled with vengeful pleasure and confidence in his own weapon.
He gently stroked the smooth, cold blade of kirato as if caressing a lover’s skin.
“That’s right.
My Sacred Treasure, kirato, has the ability ‘Counter.'” His icy blue eyes stared intently at Lucifer, as if trying to find the expected shock or fear.
“It can ‘return’ any attack an opponent inflicts on me—be it physical impact or magical attack—back to the attacker almost perfectly within certain limits and rules!
The Counter-shock you applied when blocking my attack just now has been returned in full!
How does it feel to be wounded by your own power?”
He waited, expecting to see this “Primordial Demon God” show a troubled or panicked expression after learning of his Sacred Treasure’s bizarre ability.
This was perhaps the last shred of dignity and advantage he could reclaim in the face of the strength gap and the cruel truth.