Under the dark red canopy of the sky, Lucifer turned into a black whirlwind, constantly weaving and striking among the swarm of Indura.
“The number…
is decreasing.” Lucifer panted, keenly sensing that the pressure of the siege was lightening.
As far as his eyes could see, those twisted figures rushing at him frantically had indeed thinned out significantly.
Bang!
Bang!
Two more Indura had their cores shattered by his fists, which were imbued with immense Physical Strength.
However, just as he defeated the enemies in front of him, at the split second when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had yet to form, a sudden change occurred!
From the side and behind, an Indura Larva, slightly larger in size with a shell exhibiting a dull metallic luster, did not rush forward like its kin.
Its ugly mouthparts opened, and dark light rapidly gathered inside, while the surrounding magic power was violently pulled and compressed—
“Hum—!”
A crescent-shaped, jet-black Sword Strike, its edges constantly tearing through the air, arrived out of nowhere, striking directly at Lucifer’s flank!
This was not a simple bite or collision, but a genuine magic power attack!
“Not good!” Lucifer’s pupils constricted.
He never expected that among these monsters, which appeared to only possess primal instincts, there would be an individual capable of unleashing long-range magic power attacks!
Having attacked with full force, it was difficult for him to turn his body immediately at this moment.
“Splat—!” The dull sound of flesh separating reached his ears.
Agonizing pain exploded from his left shoulder!
Lucifer only had time to barely turn to the side before that fierce black Sword Strike swept past, severing his entire left arm at the shoulder!
The severed arm flew off, and dark red Demon God blood splattered into the air.
“Roar!” The Indura that had succeeded in its attack let out an excited hiss.
“Argh!” Lucifer let out a muffled groan.
His right leg swept out like a steel whip, kicking a regular Indura that had seized the chance to rush close into pieces in mid-air.
Using the momentum, he retreated rapidly, putting distance between himself and the swarm of monsters.
He lifted his head abruptly, staring fixedly at that special Indura, black light swirling in his eyes—Magic Eye of Balor, activate!
[Individual: Indura Larva] [Magic Power: 1000] [Physical Strength: 3000] [Stamina: 2000] [Combat Class: 6000]
Information flowed into his mind.
Although this Indura only had 1000 magic power, its Physical Strength was outstanding, and its stamina was not weak either.
Its Combat Class had actually reached 6000, far exceeding its kin, and it could even awaken magic power.
“6000 Combat Class…
No wonder.” Lucifer gritted his teeth, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Even though it was half as strong as he was at his peak, it had still managed to inflict a serious wound while he was exhausted from a long battle and caught off guard.
However, that was all it would amount to.
Lucifer channeled the Demon God power within his body.
A jet-black magic power emerged from the stump of his left shoulder.
The severed arm, which had landed on the rubble not far away, was immediately pulled by this power, flying back through the air and reattaching precisely to the wound with a “snap.”
The jet-black magic power, like the finest threads, intertwined and writhed frantically at the wound; muscles, blood vessels, and bones healed and reconnected at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the peak moment when the agonizing pain and tingling sensation of the arm reattaching and flesh regenerating hit his nerves, Lucifer felt as if something deep within his mind had “clicked,” shattered, and connected!
It was not information instilled from the outside, but rather some kind of dormant origin deep within his own soul and Demon God body, triggered by the intense battle and trauma, that had suddenly awakened!
Three clear concepts, carrying their own unique rhythm and light, were branded into his consciousness: [Magic Power: Deconstruction of All Things] [Magic Power: Primal Circuit] [Magic Power: Sword Strike]…
The first two carried a profound aura that was symbiotic and of the same origin as him, as if they were originally part of his body and had only just been awakened.
As for the last one, [Sword Strike], it carried a distinct sense of foreignness and the sharpness of that black Sword Strike from just a moment ago—this was clearly the magic power from that mutated Indura!
“This is…
magic power I awakened myself?” In the intertwining of instantaneous pain and enlightenment, Lucifer understood the situation.
The effect of Deconstruction of All Things is that any magic power or similar energy he comes into contact with can be analyzed and initially replicated in its most primal, most basic form and principle.
The effect of Primal Circuit is to deeply synchronize and evolve the “primal form” replicated by [Deconstruction of All Things].
It allows its power, proficiency, and even potential for development to infinitely approach the “current state” of the target being replicated.
Viewed individually, [Deconstruction of All Things] is already a decent investigation and learning ability, but what is replicated is only a “prototype” that requires practice from scratch.
However, when paired with [Primal Circuit]…
this means that for any power he successfully analyzes and replicates, he can almost instantly obtain a level of control and power similar to what the original user achieved after years of training!
The two powers complement each other, forming a growth system that is nearly heaven-defying—analyze, replicate, synchronize, transcend!
“So that’s how it is…
As expected of a body created by the Demon King, the potential it contains is something even I was unaware of.” Lucifer was shocked, and then a strong sense of excitement and killing intent replaced his previous solemnity.
He slowly clenched his left fist, which had just been reattached and was now as good as new, his knuckles cracking with a crisp sound.
He lifted his head, his gaze locking onto that mutated Indura that had just severed his arm like an ice blade, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold and maniacal arc.
“Interesting…
Then, I shall return the favor using your own ‘hospitality’!”
Before the words had even faded, Lucifer pointed his right hand like a sword.
The jet-black magic power, without needing to be deliberately channeled, flowed as naturally as breathing, surging out along the channel newly established in the [Primal Circuit] that belonged to the [Sword Strike] skill, instantly completing synchronization and strengthening.
The finesse of its magic power circulation and the condensation of its sharpness were identical to what that mutated Indura had unleashed, appearing even more dangerous due to its higher base energy intensity!
“Sword Strike!”
With a low roar, Lucifer’s right hand pointed forward in the air like lightning, repeatedly and in rapid succession!
Not one, but dozens!
A dense, storm-like barrage of jet-black Sword Strike energy erupted from his fingertips, tearing through the air and emitting sharp hisses, sweeping in a fan shape toward the swarming Indura ahead!
Sshh, sshh, sshh, sshh—!
The teeth-grinding sound of flesh and rock shells being cut merged into one.
In an instant, severed limbs flew, and filthy blood splattered like rain.
With just one strike, more than thirty Indura in the fan-shaped area ahead, including a few ordinary larvae that could not dodge in time, along with the craggy rocks they were hiding behind, were all shredded and cut into countless pieces by this violent storm of sword energy!
The efficiency and power were simply worlds apart from when he had killed them with his bare hands before!
On a distant mountain peak, Belial, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, had lowered his crossed arms without knowing when.
His dark red eyes widened slightly, clearly capturing the process of Lucifer releasing that familiar black sword energy.
“That is…
the magic power of that special Indura from just now?” Belial whispered, his voice tinged with undisguised shock and suspicion.
“Not only did he learn it instantly, but this power…
it almost synchronized to the level of that Indura, and it’s even stronger because his own foundation is higher?”
Just a moment ago, he had been dismissive of Lucifer’s “weak” magic power and his predicament of being bogged down in a bitter battle.
But at this moment, this inconceivable phenomenon of “replication” and “synchronization” forced him to re-evaluate this “brother,” who was also an Original.
“It seems that what Lord Demon King bestowed upon him is not mere power…” Belial’s eyes flickered, and for the first time, he truly placed the name “Lucifer” within the scope of those needing attention and evaluation.
But that was all.
Deep within the Demon Palace, upon the throne.
The Demon King, who had been watching silently like a cold mountain, had a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer light up in his abyss-like eyes, which then turned into a nearly satisfied, cold smile.
A low mutter echoed in the empty throne hall, heard by no one.
“As expected of an ‘Original’ molded from my magic power and the origin of the Demon World, he truly has not wasted this resource.”
On the battlefield, the aftermath of the sword energy slowly dissipated, leaving behind a mess and thick, filthy blood all over the ground.
Lucifer slowly lowered his right hand, the jet-black sword energy swirling around his fingertips slowly dissipating.
He panted slightly; releasing such a large-scale attack all at once was a burden on his newly reattached arm and his significantly depleted magic power.
But his eyes were shining with a bright light—it was the excitement of mastering power and escaping a predicament.
However, the cruelty of the Demon World far exceeded his imagination.
The remaining Indura, facing this scene of sudden and heavy casualties, did not show the slightest bit of retreat or fear.
Their hollow “faces” were still turned toward Lucifer, and stepping over the shredded corpses and pools of blood of their kin, they let out even more manic, greedy hisses, slowly closing in once again.
The smell of blood and sulfur permeating the air stimulated their most primal desire for destruction.