The Incubus System Chapter 822. Foreign Entity

Beel's colossal, grotesque form appeared to relax suddenly. His immense jelly-like body shifted as if he was sinking into a state of bliss. The contrast was surreal, a bizarre and almost comical sight considering the chaos he had just wrought.

"Ice cream…" he muttered, a dreamy, almost childlike expression on his colossal face. A happy smile played on his drooling lips. Thick, viscous drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his jaw moved in a rhythmic motion, as if he were savoring an enormous helping of something utterly delectable.

It was a bizarre spectacle - his mouth continued to open and close, his tongue appeared to be licking at the air, and his body quivered with delight, all while no food was anywhere near him.

With resolve building inside me, I made the choice to bring this battle to a swift end. I unleashed my ultimate transformation.

Scales erupted from my flesh, their iridescent sheen shimmering in the midst of the chaos. My entire physique underwent a radical shift, my limbs elongating and becoming more formidable. My tail, once seemingly harmless, took on a nightmarish quality, growing thornier and more menacing with each passing moment.

The ground seemed to tremble beneath me as the transformation continued, and my newly acquired power surged through my veins like a torrential river. My eyes blazed with an otherworldly fire, radiating an aura of authority and dread.

[You have activated your Demon Lord Form!]

[All skills effectiveness +50%!]

My eyes fixed firmly on Beel's elusive core. I wasted no time, summoning my Demonic Spike once more.

A barrage of obsidian lances erupted from my outstretched hand, hurtling toward my colossal adversary like a relentless storm. The sheer might of my transformed state imbued each lance with devastating potency, amplifying their destructive force.

As the black lances struck Beel's writhing form, the effects were immediate and pronounced. My amplified power bored into his gelatinous mass with greater ease, creating substantial cavities at a rapid pace. The combination of my heightened strength and the relentless assault of my lances meant that progress was swifter than ever before.

With every lance that pierced Beel's monstrous form, the hole leading to his elusive core grew deeper and more menacing. Each strike brought me closer to the heart of the matter, to the key to victory in this nightmarish battle. My heart raced as I saw the core, tantalizingly close, almost within my grasp.

In that heart-pounding moment, my desperate prayer was answered. The final, decisive lance struck true, a critical hit that pierced through Beel's defenses and struck the core with an almost palpable force. A cascade of notifications appeared before me, confirming that this was the breakthrough I had longed for.

[Critical hit!]

[You have stabbed Beel by 5,301 HP]

It was a pivotal moment, one that held the promise of turning the tide in this titanic battle against the monstrous parasite. With renewed determination, I prepared to press my advantage and vanquish this insidious foe once and for all.

My triumphant moment was short-lived as Beel, writhing in agony from the devastating blow, suddenly came back to life with a deafening roar. It was as if the very core of his being had been awakened by the excruciating pain I had inflicted upon him.

Seeing this resurgence, I knew I had no time to lose. With a swift and determined motion, I lunged forward, driving my black sword toward the core. The blade gleamed with malevolent energy as I aimed to pierce at the heart of the parasite.

However, Beel's resilience was maddening. Even as my sword descended, his jelly body began to regenerate at an alarming rate. The core, my target, started to shift once more, slowly but deliberately, evading my desperate attempt to strike it.

Beel's jelly-like body abruptly halted my attack, as if it had a mind of its own. It was as though the very substance of his being had come to life to protect him.

My sword was ensnared by this grotesque, gelatinous mass. I clenched my teeth in frustration, pushing with all my might to drive my weapon forward. But it was a futile effort. Beel's body was astonishingly dense, like an impenetrable fortress of goo. I couldn't make a dent, let alone reach the core. The core was even further away.

Beel's jelly-like body seemed to regenerate at an astonishing rate. It was like a relentless tide, creeping over my hand, threatening to engulf my entire body. But I refused to give in.

With sheer determination, I continued to push forward, resisting the suffocating grasp of his gooey form. The struggle was intense, and the pressure was mounting, but I couldn't afford to yield.

In a desperate act of defiance, I used my Wrath Kill. My hands coated my demonic power and quickly extended forward. Still, it was just enough to bring the tip of my sword to touch the core. So, I decided to do something crazy.

"Hell Inferno!" I muttered.

The Hell Inferno blazed with an intensity that seemed to rival the fury of a thousand suns. It was a relentless, all-consuming fire that bathed Beel's body in searing agony. The core, so elusive and elusive before, was now within my grasp, and I was determined to reduce it to ashes.

The flames lashed out at close range, hungrily devouring the core and tearing through its defenses. The core trembled and writhed, unable to withstand the relentless assault of the Hell Inferno. It was as if the very essence of Beel's power was being consumed by the flames.

Then it happened.

[Critical hit!]

[You have burned Beel by 25,894 HP]

A triumphant surge of exhilaration coursed through me as I read the damage notification. It was the most significant hit I had landed on Beel thus far, and it showed. The core was weakened.

Beel's screams of agony pierced the air as his formless jelly-like body began to rapidly disintegrate. It was a gruesome sight, like watching butter melt in a raging inferno. The core, which had eluded me for so long, was now within my reach, and I could feel victory tantalizingly close.

The grip of the jelly-like substance that had swallowed my body began to weaken. It was as if the very essence of Beel's power was slipping through his ethereal fingers, unable to withstand the relentless assault of the Hell Inferno.

I gritted my teeth and pushed harder, determined to seize this fleeting opportunity. My black sword, coated in demonic power, sliced through the weakened jelly body like a hot knife through butter. One more strike. Just one more hit, and the core would be destroyed.

As I fought tooth and nail to deliver that final strike to Beel's core, a sudden shiver coursed through my body. It was as if an invisible hand, a formidable presence, was pressing down on me, exerting a powerful force. This was no ordinary entity; it was another demon lord, and its arrival sent a shockwave through the battlefield.

'Zatan?' I thought. But no. I was sure this wasn't Zatan. This was something different.

Before I could react or even process what was happening, the ominous force materialized into the form of a colossal, clawed hand. It moved with alarming speed, swooping down and seizing Beel's core.

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