King of succubus

When Alvine noticed Ferda snapped her fingers, he closed his eyes and extended his magical perception to place his spiritual mark on each stranger.

'1321 demonic beasts, 543 humans, two of whom are three-star shamans, and the last two are ancient five-star shamans.' He murmured after finishing his counting.

Like Sabrina, he had obtained almost all the necessary information about this mysterious breed.

Their cultivation methods were different from those of Alvine or others. Those who were currently on his territory were not really strong but in the middle of their hierarchies, like the holy mages and emperors. As for shamans, they are the only ones capable of casting long-distance offensive spells, such as the [fire-stroms], [Demonic arrows], etc., which they call, martial arts skills.

And the fundamental reason that gives them magical resistance is only linked to two factors. The first is their bodily constitution that rejects mana, and the second is the profound energy (The Ki) they cultivate instead of mana. Their resources and magical artifacts on their planets are not imbibed of mana but Ki, which categorically differentiates them from the people of this universe.

Knowing all this, Alvine felt like he was in the presence of the people of Murim, who rely on strengthening their bodies than on the collection of magical energy, warriors with hard stamina, colossal strength, abnormal speed, and their martial arts skills!

'But these four shamans are the ones who will pose the most problems. It's a good thing. They are about the opposite of Kelspies, who have extraordinary spiritual powers, but a fragile and weak constitution against physical attacks and offensive magic.' He said to himself by looking under him, their confused expressions, after the break of Ferda's concept.

But what he had not taken into account was to see that the bestial creatures, whom these strangers called demonic beasts, attacked them without distinction, creating Chaos between them instead of making a common front against him.

Seeing this and noticing that their shocks and confusions were at such a level that they did not detect his presence, he amplified his voice with his magical energy to draw everyone's attention to him.

(Thirty seconds, that's the time I can wait before killing you all.)

He shouted these words in their languages, attracting all their eyes to his demonic appearance.

(What does a celestial demon do in this place?) The bald shaman that Sabrina had used as a guinea pig made the first to regain his calm.

But hearing the question of this shaman, the darkness around Alvine has become more unstable. (You will be the bastard who will suffer longer than the others!)

By retorting these words, he continued his countdown.

In the memory he had just acquired, this shaman, who bore the name of Doungra, was none other than one of the two shamans who had participated in the assassination of Vandel with fifty other foreigners. As for the other shaman, Vandel had killed him and forty-five of his opponents.

Hearing Alvine's disrespectful remarks, Doungra no longer took the time to ask for even more details. (You will die even if you are one of the heavenly demons; Kekek, kill this arrogant demon. We're the first that discover this land! Even if he's a heavenly demon, he could not win against us!) He instantly commands his subordinates.

At the same time, even if the others were still suspicious and confused, they could not neglect the order of their leaders.

Those under him leaped towards him with their murderous intent and demonic smiles.

"Sigh, I guess thirty seconds was too long for them. Well~, I would not give you the same chance as my first three victims," Alvine murmured in a monotonous voice and created fifty pearls of lightning affinities around him and merged them into fives pearls that instantly booed towards those who wanted to extinguish him.

(Kekeke! How disappointing; they all have skills that seem powerful but are as weak as a low-ranking demonic beast!) One of the people closest to him replied with disdain when he saw the little blue pearl with its little lightning buzzing flying toward him.

Having experienced the magical attacks of Alvine's other subordinates, he did not bother to retreat to prevent himself from being hit by Alvine's pearl.

-Shhhh-Boom!!

But the next moment, just like his pairs who had the same disdainful smile, discovered the disproportionate power contained in Alvine's pearls.

At the same time, Alvine's war scythe ignites with his dark flames, while he himself eclipses those who his pearls had not touched with his long war scythe and begins his bloody massacre without holding back.

The four shamans who looked, from the ground, at Alvine's cruelty had complex expressions, surprised but enraged.

(These bastards of celestial demons! Why do they want to steal our loot?! We are the first to have discovered these lands, but they come to interfere in our affairs?! Unacceptable!)

While the bald stammered these words in a rabid tone, always mistaking Alvine's identity (because of her current appearance), and began his mantra while mysteriously gesturing with his fingers.

And the next moment, his body lit up with a bloody red glow similar to the manifestation of a red aura of an emperor mage, but different from the latter because of the nature of his energy.

((Third form of holy arts: Holy sword!))

-Woooosh!!

He then thundered these words by creating a long fifteen-meter white sword made of his Ki and pulled it towards Alvine at a speed that was not inferior to the offensive spell of a high-level divine magus!

"??" From the moment he targeted Alvine with his attack, the latter immediately noticed it. But for some reason, his senses did not shout danger to him as they used to do.

And it could only mean one thing to him; the attack in question could not cause him the slightest damage!

With this conclusion in mind, he stopped in a race for massacres after killing a dozen enemies with his war scythe soaked in its black flames and fifty pearls that had merged into five pearls the size of a golf ball.

-Crack!!

When Ki de Doungra's sword came into contact with the dark mist surrounding Alvine's body, it broke into pieces before even reaching his body.

(IMPOSSIBLE! A celestial demon who is immune to attacks with the holy attribute?! Would you be...one of the three demons of destruction?!) For the first time, Doungra stammered these words with a horrifying expression when he saw his ineffective attack on Alvine.

(A celestial demon, and now a demon of destruction? Tell me one thing, little shit, do you think we're in a Murim tale?!) Alvine asked coldly, letting go of his war scythe, which disintegrated into particles of black darkness and merged with his black mist.

(... If you are not one of the three celestial demons, then who are you at the end?! And why are you attacking us?!)

"??"

"I'm tired of this brainless son of a bitch." Following his confusion in the face of the idiocy of this shaman who had his brain as smooth as his head, Alvine had the impression that his efforts were reduced to nothing after understanding that these bastards did not even know why they were doomed to suffer for eternity.

(You have committed only one unforgivable sin, and it is to invade this planet. As for why you will suffer forever and condemn your families, your loved ones, and your planet, it is to show you that you are not as cruel as you want others to believe.)

(?!?) Hearing Alvine's words, those who confronted him had a bad omen.

Their families? That meant only one thing Alvine intended to use the same teleportation platform to sow chaos in their worlds.

(KILL THIS BASTARD, NO MATTER THE PRICE TO PAY!!)

"Kuku, finally, finally, show you the expression I wanted to see from the beginning." He murmured to himself, displaying his pointed fangs in his bitter smile.

He then closed his eyes, despite the fifty prey bouncing towards him.

-DOOM!

But before they reached him, an explosion of dark energy sent them to waltz fifty meters from him; followed by an earthquake that forced them to remain in levitation.

Following this mysterious phenomenon, which gathered all the black mist at the end of its left index finger in the form of a drop of water, but as dark as a black anchor.

[Divine domain activation: Realm of purgatory!]

He then murmured while opening his eyes, which were as dark as before but with a red cross (+) garnet as if they were his irises.

At the same time, the black anchor drop, which is none other than the condensation of its shadow energy, left its finger and slowly fell to the ground among the crowd.

-Plop!

Noticing this anomaly and dangerous phenom, those closer to this jet-black droplet moved away with their nervous expressions, noticing the mysteriously dangerous energy that this mysterious droplet stored.

(...)

(...)

But after three seconds of silence, the earthshaking ceased, and everything returned to 'normal', except for the silence that reigned supreme.

(... What was this dark--!!

-Plouf!! Plouf!! Plouf!! Plouf!! Plouf!! Plouf!! Plouf!! Plouf!!!!....

Even before one of his opponents became impatient, hundreds of inflamed dark pillars rose underground, several thousand meters long, to the point that they gave strangers the impression of connecting to the sky.

(!!)

(!!)

(Holy god! R-Retreat! Retreat immediately!!)

The first person who stuttered this sentence in the face of horror was none other than the shaman with short brown hair who was also a five-star shaman.

Even if he did not really need to give this order to the others, since as soon as the gigantic pillars appeared, that had dark chains that winded them, no one asked the others to flee.

"What useless bastards," Alvine incredulously murmured when he saw them boo towards the platform while the demonic beasts dispersed like ants fleeing from their fiery nests.

[Souls chains!]

He then whispered, snapping his fingers.

-Casha-casha-...!!

According to his will, the thick and multi-meter-long chains took place around the pillars and began their hunting for prey.

But Alvine has not yet attacked foreigners who were desperately fleeing to the red platform. Instead, he attacked demonic beasts who only followed their primitive survival instincts.

As a result, his chains were like primordial snakes whistling towards the beasts, capturing and attaching them successively to the enormous pillars that resembled the dark posts in his dimension, even if their shades energies were less threatening than the latter.

But despite everything, they had some differences from them. It was their ability to use all the affinities and laws of Alvine! Unlike the pillars of his dimension, which had only the sole purpose of capturing the souls of the victims of Alvine in his dimension and purifying them.

(Destroy the platform as soon as one of us passes through the portal. We are not ready to fight against ancient demons!) Doungra gave this order to the three other shamans, who followed him closely in front of their troops as they sprinted at lightning speed to the red platform that was two kilometers from them.

But at that moment, Alvine placed his hand on his chest, more precisely above his main core, and murmured...

[Unsealing!]