The Incubus System Chapter 1180. Half Blood Mutt

The Incubus System Chapter 1180. Half Blood Mutt

Zatan hovered opposite me, smirking, his fanged grin all smug confidence. His armor glowed with battle heat. The demon lord aura around him pulsed like a heart too big for his chest.

“Still pretending to be royalty?” Zatan mocked, twirling his blade with that smug, venom-laced grin. “You’ll never be a real prince, Damian. The dark dimension will never bow to a half-blood mutt like you. You think a hybrid could ever rule us?”

I didn’t answer. My lips curled into a snarl, and I lunged forward.

He met me halfway.

I swiped with a clawed slash, flame and shadow surging behind it. He ducked, but I caught his shoulder, tearing through his armor and drawing black blood.

He didn’t flinch.

He retaliated with a spinning kick that hit me like a wrecking ball. I flew backward, slammed into a rooftop, and rolled before flipping back onto my feet.

[You got hit by 680 HP!]

“You always were a disappointment,” he growled, landing across from me. “Son of Lilith. Half-human mutt. You should’ve died in the cradle.”

“Funny,” I said, spitting blood, “I was just about to say the same about you.”

He charged again. Our blades met in a flurry of slashes—Nightmare and Bloodrender sparking with every clash. I ducked a horizontal swing and retaliated with a point-blank Smite Bolt, holy energy bursting in his face and sending him skidding back with a surprised grunt.

[Smite Bolt: Critical Hit – Stun Applied (1.2s)]

I didn’t waste the moment.

“Demonic Spike!”

Hundreds of black lances erupted from the ground beneath him, ripping into his legs and torso. He roared and flared his wings, blasting out an infernal pulse that shattered most of the spikes around him.

I followed with Radiant Slash, cleaving through his side with a burning arc of holy energy. The light carved into him like molten steel through butter.

He screamed. “ENOUGH!”

He raised his hand—Hellfire Gaze—a beam of searing fire and hatred blasted across the rooftop.

I summoned Shadow Barrier, absorbing most of it, but the heat singed my skin, and I was thrown back again.

Smoke curled off me.

My HP bar blinked, already dipping below half. I ignored it.

He stalked forward. “This is what you are, Damian. Weak. Half-blood. Unfit to rule. You’re not a prince. You’re a failed experiment.”

I was panting, body heavy, but my eyes never left him.

“You know what you talk too much.”

I slammed my hand into the ground—Dark Bound.

Black chains erupted from the earth and caught him mid-step, locking his arms and legs.

“What—?!” he growled, struggling.

I raised my palm to the sky. “Blessed Comet!”

A shining holy star began forming above him, light condensing into a blazing sphere of judgment.

Zatan’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t—”

“Oh, I would.”

The comet dropped.

-BOOM!

The explosion engulfed him, the light tearing into the rooftop and blasting a crater where he stood.

The smoke cleared.

Zatan stumbled out, scorched, bleeding, pissed.

“I’ll rip your wings off for that,” he hissed.

“Come try.”

He roared and came at me again—our blades clashed once, twice, three times in rapid succession. My Deflection passive sparked with each hit, lessening the impact, but he was strong. Stronger than before.

I activated Wrath Kill, my claw igniting with pure dark flame. I slashed upward—his armor cracked, a pillar of black fire erupting through him.

He screamed, stumbled, and retaliated with a savage punch that broke my barrier and cracked my ribs.

[You got hit by 1,200 HP!]

“Dark Healing!”

I healed instantly, roaring as I leapt and delivered a high-speed combo. Radiant Slash, Demonic Spike, and Seraphic Chainstrike—chains wrapped around him, each blow redirecting and striking again. He screamed, caught in the barrage.

Then I raised Nightmare.

“This ends here.”

I charged.

Zatan broke the chains just as I reached him.

We clashed.

The shockwave of our final blow shattered the rooftop beneath us.

And when the dust settled— Zatan dropped to one knee.

Bloodrender slipped from his fingers.

“You…” he gasped, coughing blood. “You really… think you’ve won?”

“I don’t think,” I said. “I know.”

I was about to plunge Nightmare into his chest.

My grip was solid. His knees were shaking. Bloodrender had already slipped from his fingers, clattering to the shattered rooftop below. His mouth opened slightly—shock or defiance, I couldn’t tell. The wind howled between us, and above, the rift was still screaming, vomiting demons like a wound in the sky that refused to close.

But just as I moved—just as the blade began to descend—his body convulsed.

A pulse surged out of him. A power so raw, so wrong, that the very air twisted.

“Shit—”

His back arched unnaturally, and then—

He laughed.

It wasn’t human. It wasn’t even demonic in the way I knew demons. It was corrupted, guttural, a maddening cackle that made the world vibrate.

[Zatan has activated: Mindflay Overdrive. All Reason sacrificed. All Power Unleashed.]

A glowing brand appeared on his chest, pulsing like a second heart, and a black crown of flame erupted above his head before shattering into shards of chaos. His pupils dilated and then vanished altogether—leaving nothing but an endless void in his eyes.

“You bastard!” I growled. He turned himself into a weapon!

I acted fast—my only shot before he fully transformed.

“Incubus Climax!”

My mana spiked, the skill activating with a violent pulse. Dozens of swirling black orbs spun into existence around me, orbiting like a solar storm of seduction-fueled death.

The orbs glowed, trembling with barely restrained energy.

“Fire!”

They didn’t hesitate—rays of corrupted desire shot out, each beam laced with soulburn and pleasureshock, crashing into Zatan from every angle.

For a second—just a second—it worked.

He screamed, staggering backward, his transformation jolting mid-process. Flames and shadows twisted around him like broken serpents, his form glitching in and out, half-ascended, half-unhinged. Blood poured from his mouth, but he just laughed harder, the sound splitting into three tones—rage, ecstasy, and madness.

Before I could react, he lurched forward.

And then he bit me.

His jaw unhinged like a predator possessed, mouth stretching wider than any humanoid should have been able to manage. I saw rows of teeth, each one glowing red with cursed runes.