NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 441: Eight to go
The plasma struck Vinéa's wing, and the demon king's scream shook the castle as the super-heated energy burned through storm-cloud flesh like acid through paper.
He lashed out with his spear, lightning trailing from its point, but Adam blinked once more.
"Stand still and face me!" Vinéa roared, his words carrying the force of hurricane winds.
"Why?" Adam asked, his voice maddeningly calm as he appeared on the demon king's other side. "So you can demonstrate the same brute force you've used to terrorise the weak for millennia?"
This time his flames were green—the jealous fire of Envy that hungered for other sources of power. The flames licked across Vinéa's lightning spear, and the demon king watched in horror as his weapon's electric fury began to diminish, stolen and absorbed by Adam's envious fire.
Desperate now, Vinéa called upon the full might of his storms. The ceiling of the throne room exploded outward as winds capable of flattening forests howled down from the perpetual tempest above. Lightning, no longer confined to his spear, cascaded from his wings in a continuous torrent of destruction.
The attack was magnificent in its fury—a display of power that would have reduced armies to ash and bone. But Adam had learned patience in the abyss and during his training in Mab's dream world, and those taught him to see the patterns in chaos.
He blinked through the storm itself, his form flickering in and out of existence as lightning sought him in vain. Each teleportation brought him closer to Vinéa, each appearance was accompanied by another strike from God Slayer or another surge of disciplined flame.
The blade grew stronger with each cut it inflicted, its Gluttony's Maw drinking deeply of Vinéa's divine essence. Wrath's Onslaught built momentum with every second of combat, each strike hitting harder than the last. The demon king's defenses, mighty as they were, began to crumble under the relentless assault of a weapon designed to kill gods.
"This isn't possible," Vinéa gasped, golden blood—his own divine essence—streaming from a dozen wounds. "I am a demon king! I am storm incarnate!"
"You are a tyrant," Adam replied, appearing directly in front of the wounded giant. "And tyrants fall."
He brought God Slayer up in a perfect arc, the blade singing with the accumulated power of six sins and the focused will of justice seeking its due. Vinéa raised his lightning spear in a desperate block, but the aberrant weapon sheared through the solidified lightning like it was common steel.
The demon king staggered backward, his hurricane eyes wide with the first real fear he had felt in millennia. Above them, his storm began to falter as his control wavered, thunder fading to uncertain whispers.
"Wait," Vinéa said, and for the first time, his voice held no arrogance, no commanding fury—only the desperate plea of someone who finally understood they were about to die. "We could... we could make an arrangement. You want power? Territory? I have both to offer. We could rule together, share the—"
"No."
The word fell like a final judgment. Adam raised God Slayer above his head, and the blade erupted with plasma fire—all four types burning in perfect harmony. Crimson wrath, blackened gluttony, hypnotic lust, and jealous green combined into something that transcended mere flame and became pure, concentrated justice.
"This is for every innocent soul you've broken," Adam said quietly. "Every life you've taken for sport. Every moment of terror you've inflicted on those too weak to fight back."
God Slayer descended.
Vinéa, Lord of Storms, Master of Wrath, Keeper of Secrets, died with his hurricane eyes wide in disbelief. His massive form crumpled to the bone-littered floor of his throne room, golden blood pooling beneath him as his lightning crown flickered and died.
Above them, the perpetual storm that had raged around his castle for centuries began to dissipate. Thunder faded to silence. Lightning stilled. For the first time in living memory, stars became visible through the broken ceiling.
Adam stood over the fallen demon king, God Slayer drinking deeply of the massive reservoir of divine power that had just been freed. The blade hummed with satisfaction, its hunger temporarily sated, its purpose fulfilled.
"One down," he said quietly, his voice carrying to Luna and Thane, who had watched the battle with expressions of awe and terror. "Eight to go."
But as he sheathed the aberrant blade and looked up at the stars now visible through the storm's absence, Adam felt something he hadn't expected: not satisfaction, but responsibility. Vinéa's death had created a vacuum of power, and nature—even infernal nature—abhorred a vacuum.
The real work was just beginning, but it could wait, at least until he checked his gains.
Notifications blurred before his eyes in bursts of chaotic flames that seemed to congratulate him.
[You have defeated the tier 9 level 100 boss: Vinéa, The Storm Lord. You have gained 500.000.000 experience points.]
[The god slayer's Gluttony's Maw enhancement has stolen 3.000 units of divine energy from Vinéa, The Storm Lord.]
[You have assimilated Vinéa's Trait: Monarch of Tempestuous Wrath.]
[Your domain becomes a Stormheart Zone, where emotions fuel motion. All living beings aligned with you receive: Heightened resistance to natural and magical lightning, increased nerve conduction speed, granting lightning-fast reflexes and reactions, and paralysis immunity.]
Name: Adam
Race: Twilight Draconian Emperor
Affinity: Chaos
﹂Plasma, Space,
Talent: EX grade: From gamer to god!
Job: God of Freedom and Vengeance
Class: Titan Slayer
LVL: 93->94
Exp: 431.000.000/504.000.000
HP: 262/30.470
Vitality: 166->167 (+276) (+8.612) = 3.047->9.055
Strength: 174->176 (+599) (+8.612) = 3.171->9.387
Agility: 180->182 (+410) (+8.612) = 3.188->9.204
Primordial chaotic essence: 1.306->4.306
Free attribute points: 5->0
Items: Chaosbringer, Magical cube, Amaterasu no Tamoto, Eye of the Demon King, Draconic Bracelet
Authorities: Unfettered Will, Body of pure chaos, Tyrant of the Golden Age, The Coil's Return, Heavenly Bones of Gathering Clouds, Scorch of Genesis, Sovereign of the Verdant Crown, Monarch of Tempestuous Wrath
His lips curved into a smirk, his icy voice echoing like prophesied death. "Zeus. You're next."