'Will I truly be forced to use that here?'
Lucas Streem gritted his teeth as the thought flashed across his mind.
'There are too many people here, but…'
Sir Theon was relentless. With the strengthening of his Demonic Providence, Lucas completely lost his original advantage.
However, to truly use "that," ant to abandon almost everything he'd worked so long for.
'My position will be in danger as long as anyone who sees survives. If I leave alone, there will be additional suspicions that will lead to my being exposed. At the end of the day, I must use it to survive.'
Lucas' eyes hardened.
It had been many years since he first converted, and ever since that fateful day when his destiny changed completely, he'd been ticulously planning his steps so he could gain the most benefits from any situation he found himself in.
The war in the Blood-Drenched Wilderness was one of these plans.
In fact, the Blood-Drenched Wilderness was only coincidentally drawn into his plan.
Due to the mysterious destruction of one of the Nox Strongholds and the death of the Nox's Heavenly Demon Candidate, a buzz of rumors began to spread about the area.
Lucas capitalized on this buzz, nurturing it into a wildfire that eventually consud the entire domain and descended it into chaos.
rely, Lucas never expected a Void Corridor to open.
And he never expected a force greater than his own would also be ddling in the Blood-Drenched Wilderness' affairs.
Nevertheless, the conditions inside the Void Corridor were extrely advantageous for him. With everyone dying left and right, wouldn't his plan continue without fail?
Especially…
His eyes landed on Sir Theon who was rapidly approaching.
This man was the goal of the Blood-Drenched Wilderness plan. The entire operation was a front to lure out a Supre and put him in an unfavorable position.
'At that point, I can devour him and grow. I am just barely below the line of Divinity now. If I can consu a few Supres, I will be able to take the final step!'
The Nox were a cannibalistic race. No matter how strong they got, the most effective thod of evolution was to consu their own kind.
Nox Worshippers didn't obtain this ability, at least, not upon their initial corruption.
However, Lucas Streem was different from the other Nox Worshippers Damien had t. Lucas was a man who'd reached the 9th revolution of extre peak 4th class as a Nox Worshipper, and as a reward for his efforts, he also gained several of the Nox's qualities.
Of these was the ability to consu the Nox to grow.
As Lucas' blood was nearly completely corrupted by now, he was closer to Nox than Demon anyway.
Therefore, when the ti ca to make an impulsive decision, he didn't hesitate for long.
VOOM!
An explosion of murky black mana surrounded Lucas. His bloody tal mana was corrupted by this color, turning into a dirty grey color as it swirled in the air.
Lucas' form went through a massive change, becoming demonic to the extre. Horns, wings, a tail, and even sleek reptilian skin covered Lucas' body, exponentially empowering him.
Ha!
Lucas let out a short shout as he charged forward and t Sir Theon head-on,
BOOOOOOOOM!
A murky black aura collided with a Partial Divinity. The air exploded, space shivered and trembled, and an expansive line of spatial cracks opened up in the sky, polluting the air with chaos.
"Hahaha! So that's how it is!" Sir Theon exclaid imdiately.
"You selfish bastard! You actually dare to consu ?!"
Sir Theon's emotions boiled. It was one thing for him to battle an expert of the universe, but now, this battle was an internal struggle.
A greedy man wanted to bite off more than he could chew.
Did he actually think Supres were soft persimmons?
How could Sir Theon not feel rage?
"Fool! Allow to show you the power of a true Nox!" He roared.
His mana raged, covering his body in a terrifying black armor. Hellflas and black ice surrounded him on both sides, ignoring their differences and lding into a single attack that shot out with utmost ferocity.
B-B-BOOOOOM!
The attack was shaped like a bullet of compressed energy, and its existence already ripped through the air before it even started moving.
It approached Lucas at lightning speed and exploded into a rain of icy flas.
Lucas' face hardened. His eyes darted from side to side as he judged the trajectory and danger of the attack. His body, now empowered by the release of his true form, moved like a loach as he dodged every single piece of mana that Sir Theon sent at him.
Slowly but surely, he inched closer and closer to the enemy, and once he was less than a kiloter away…
'Magnetic Impact!'
He clenched his fist. The iron that he couldn't quite control because of his previous disadvantage ca under his reign.
"Hak…!" Sir Theon exclaid as his body jerked to a halt.
He tried to move his arm, but it felt like it was weighed down by the weight of a planet.
"Ha…hahahaha!" Lucas laughed maniacally.
"A Supre…a true Supre…hahahaha!"
To actually try to consu a Supre was insane. Even Lucas was aware of that.
The reason he had confidence was his special ability. Unlike others, he had a sort of inviolable control that allowed him to ignore strength differences as long as he could play his cards right.
If he could gain control over an enemy's body before they blocked his interference, it was over for them.
"You are my pawn, Sir Theon! Your only purpose is to feed ! Hahahaha!"
Sir Theon was just now learning about the seemingly absolute truth of this statent.
He tried to move his body, but nothing he tried mattered at all. After all, his body itself was the chain holding him down.
anwhile, Lucas circled him without a care in the world, caressing his body and slowly cutting into it as if savoring a delicacy. His mouth constantly moved, spewing an unending rain of nonsense into Sir Theon's ears.
"You pathetic being. Allow to put you out of your misery." Lucas said.
'Dammit!' Sir Theon roared inwardly, unable to open his mouth. He glared at Lucas in hatred as he willed his entire body to move.
His mana flared and roared, causing constant quakes in the atmosphere.
At so point, Sir Theon felt a slight portion of his movent ability return.
But at the sa ti, Lucas had already begun slicing into his arm, eating it whole without a care for his surroundings at all.
He must've realized it.
He must've realized that there wasn't a sane soul remaining in the heavenly vine's vicinity.
He must've realized what the heavenly vine was doing, he simply didn't care.
Why would he care about sothing that didn't affect him? There was a pri al in front of his eyes, simply waiting to be devoured.
The battle in the sky suddenly beca strange.
Rather than two opponents fighting for life and death…
It was more of a standoff between predator and prey, rely, the prey was still undecided.
After all, Sir Theon was absolutely not going to allow himself to die like this.
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