The Incubus System Chapter 1182. Final Hit

The Incubus System Chapter 1182. Final Hit

He picked up a bus—an actual city transport bus—and threw it like a toy, sending it spiraling through the air until it collided with a tower in the distance. The explosion lit the horizon like a second sun.

He turned his head, eyes scanning for movement. Not enemies. Not strategy. Just things to kill.

And then he looked at me.

Breathing like a beast.

Chest heaving.

Drool and blood soaking the front of his twisted armor.

I leapt back and raised my hand.

“…You really lost it this time.” My voice was low, cold, shaking only from the adrenaline.

“Let’s end this before you wipe the whole damn city off the map.”

“Blessed Comet!”

The sky rippled. A golden star formed high above—pure light condensed into judgment.

Zatan snarled and launched upward, but I redirected it with [Telekinesis]—slamming the comet straight into his path mid-dash.

-BOOM!

The shockwave shattered clouds.

His body hit the ground hard, sending out a shockwave that split the pavement beneath him. Smoke rose from the crater, thick and curling like the last breath of a dying god. He wasn’t moving.

Not yet.

I landed beside him, breathing heavy, Nightmare in hand. My HP was below a third. My Demonic Power nearly spent. Every muscle in my body ached, but I pushed through it. Because this had to end now.

I stepped forward, blade ready—aimed right for his chest.

But then—

-WHIP-CRACK!

His massive tail surged from the smoke like a black blur of rage.

“Shit!”

I blinked out with Teleportation, reappearing a few feet back—but not fast enough.

The tail grazed my side mid-jump, and a sharp, searing pain tore through my ribs.

[You got hit by 920 HP!]

[Bleeding status applied.]

Blood splattered onto the ground as I stumbled back, clutching my side.

He was alive.

And worse?

He was standing.

Groaning, broken, steaming—but rising all the same. His joints cracked. His ruined jaw twitched. Black ichor poured from half-sealed wounds. His chest expanded, and from deep inside him, a guttural, hellish roar tore through the night.

A roar that shook the sky and told the world he wasn’t done yet.

I looked up.

The rift was still wide open. Still spilling that cursed pressure into the world, like a god bleeding into existence. It pulsed every few seconds, each wave of energy like a punch to the chest. My wings trembled with the effort of staying steady.

And I felt it—that horrifying realization creeping into my gut.

With this little Demonic Power left…

I couldn’t close it.

I’d need every last drop of what I had just to try sealing that thing—and right now, I couldn’t even light a damn candle with what was left in my core.

So I did the one thing I knew was gonna hurt like hell.

I turned to Zatan, raised my hand, and growled through gritted teeth.

“Energy Siphon, Dark Healing.”

Dark tendrils surged out of my palm, like leeches made of fire and shadow. They stabbed into Zatan’s twisted body, anchoring into his core. He flinched, barely able to resist, but his overloaded demonic form had left him exposed—unstable.

Mana. Rage. Corruption.

It flooded into me.

[1,400 Demonic Power Restored]

[Dark Healing Activated – Bonus Healing Applied from Overflow]

[3,700 HP Restored]

I staggered from the force of it, but stood tall again, exhaling as power surged back into my limbs. My claws flexed. My vision cleared. The haze in my head was gone.

“You kept this all locked up in that bloated body?” I snarled. “Thanks for the refill.”

Zatan tried to swing at me.

Big mistake.

I blurred sideways, wings beating hard enough to kick up a cyclone of ash, then dove under his flailing arm and launched a Hell Inferno.

“Burn.”

The flames exploded out of me in every direction—black and red and screaming, igniting the sky around us in a dome of searing destruction. Zatan roared in silent pain, flailing through the firestorm as molten stone dripped off his armor. Even the street beneath us began to melt.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not for him.

His claws tore through the fire, eyes still blazing, and he lunged.

I was ready.

“Seraphic Chainstrike!”

A glowing holy chain shot from my hand, slamming into his chest like a hammer of light. The impact staggered him, and the chain leapt—sparking across his body, then flashing outward and striking several lesser demons nearby who hadn’t had the sense to run.

[Seraphic Chainstrike – Damage Dealt: 150%]

[Chain Hits: 5]

Each leap left a streak of flame and light, bouncing between targets and searing their flesh. The chained enemies shrieked and collapsed.

But Zatan?

He charged through it.

I flew upward, dodging a claw swipe that nearly cleaved a lamppost in half.

“You don’t give up, huh?” I muttered, backpedaling in midair. “Alright then…”

I pointed my finger skyward.

“Blessed Comet!”

Once again, a star ignited above me—pure white light forming into a blazing sphere of divine judgment. The air crackled with energy as it descended like the wrath of heaven itself.

It crashed into him before he could react.

The impact cratered the street—another explosion of light, dust, and holy fire. For five seconds, the burn continued, smoke rising like incense from a ruined temple.

[Critical Hit!]

Zatan stumbled forward.

Burnt. Bleeding.

Still standing.

Still moving.

But slower now. His movements were jerky, fragmented. His eyes didn’t track properly anymore. He was running on raw instinct. Like a corrupted machine stuck in overdrive.

And I wasn’t about to let that thing keep rampaging.

I flared my wings and took to the sky, rising fast—but I didn’t dive immediately.

Not yet.

Instead, I let the chaos below blur for half a breath. Then—

“Teleportation!”

The world blinked.

I reappeared in an instant—directly above him, high in the air, balanced for a heartbeat on the very top of his massive, deformed head. His twisted form still staggered, neck muscles too wrecked to react in time. From this angle, the cracked plates of his skull looked like shattered obsidian, glowing faintly with leaking demonic energy.