NABC Chapter 684: Chapter 684 - Demian Ascends (Full-Length)
Chapter 684: Chapter 684 - Demian Ascends (Full-Length)
Chapter 684: Chapter 684 - Demian Ascends (Full-Length)
King Alorik vs Prince Stolas.
"Even on the brink of death, you still waste your breath," Prince Stolas sneered. "Well, I have no time for this. Goodbye."
The crimson magic circles surrounding King Alorik spun faster, their patterns glowing brighter as streams of magic missiles erupted, one after another, slamming into his broken and bloodied form.
Yet, just as the barrage reached its peak... it suddenly ceased!
Silence fell as swiftly as the assault had begun.
A low growl, almost a whimper, escaped the demon prince's throat. King Alorik, battered and on the verge of collapse, mustered what little strength he had to lift his head. His gaze, blurred and heavy, sought the reason for the unnatural pause.
And there, just behind Prince Stolas, stood a figure cloaked in shadows. The demon's glowing eyes widened in shock as a blade's edge glinted cruelly in the dim light—a dagger, its sharp tip protruding through his throat from behind.
The dagger twisted, eliciting a sickening squelch, and the thick, dark blood of the demon prince gushed forth. His body shuddered violently, and he dropped to his knees, clutching at the wound as life drained from him.
Behind him, the figure responsible for the strike came into full view. A man with a sly, knowing smile stood tall, his chin lifted slightly. Draped in a royal green cloak, his long golden hair caught the faint light.
"I killed him for you, my brother," the man said.
"Demian..." King Alorik's voice was weak, barely a whisper, as he looked up at the figure of his brother.
"I see you're suffering," Demian replied, shaking his head slowly, a faint smirk lingering on his lips. "I know this is painful, but let me finish something first. After that, perhaps I'll consider helping you."
With a casual flick of his hand, Demian conjured a massive magic circle beneath the writhing body of Prince Stolas.
Shadows coiled and slithered upward, forming tendrils that ensnared the demon prince. The air crackled as a burst of energy erupted from Stolas's form, streaming toward Demian in a visible arc of light, merging with him as if feeding his very essence.
"Hm... invigorating," Demian murmured, his lips curving into a sly smile. "The life force of a Named Demon ranked 36... I must admit, I quite like it."
He turned to face King Alorik. Lowering his head slightly, he whispered. "You really are in a pathetic state, my dear brother."
"Your sins... will not go... unpunished... Demian..." King Alorik rasped, each word strained and labored.
"Punished?" Demian chuckled softly. "I wonder, who's left that could challenge me once this is over?"
He gestured toward the fading form of Prince Stolas, now little more than a vessel drained of power.
"You sold everything to the demon."
"I gained the world," Demian said softly. "I got everything... and this," he gestured to the destruction around them, "this beautiful face of ruin your masterpiece, gifted to me."
Demian paused, his gaze shifting as if he suddenly noticed the cameras capturing his every move. Turning toward them, he offered a faint smile. "I will become the strongest and rule
Yunatea."
Then, as if the world's eyes no longer concerned him, he turned back to King Alorik. "And don't worry, brother," he said coldly. "Your daughter will join you soon enough." With those final words, Demian thrust the dagger into the king's throat. Alorik's body shuddered as blood poured from his neck and mouth. His strength ebbed, and he froze in place. Moments later, his form began to flicker, breaking apart into glowing pixels before
vanishing entirely.
The silence that followed was deafening. The cameras captured the harrowing image of King Alorik's death and the grim figure of Demian standing alone in the ruins.
[ShadowLink2048]: "King Alorik's last words: 'Bro wtf.""
[Pxugg]: "HELLO000 WHERE IS BROKEN?? This is his moment, right? Or is he still crafting
legendary toast in Slumdon?""
[Pjspectre]: "Y'all acting shocked like Demian didn't have villain vibes from DAY ONE. []"
[John_Kelbaugh]: "Demian to the camera: 'New phone wallpaper, anyone?""
[Ricky_Mcdaniel]: "Not me thinking Demian was gonna say 'just kidding, bro' after stabbing the King... Welp, Dissidia's gone. Who's got popcorn for what happens next??" [Zammybunny]: "BROKEN where you at?? This man Demian just speedrunning a villain arc!! Someone CALL THE MC!"
Demian tilted his neck, the darkened veins standing out starkly as blackened blood seemed to flow through them. His confusion was evident as he glanced at his hand, then turned his gaze toward where the King had once kneeled.
His expression shifted, frustration and anger consuming him in an instant.
"WHERE IS THE GOLDEN PARAGON?!" he bellowed.
A sudden explosion of energy radiated from him, a wave that cracked the ground and sent
dust swirling into the air.
He turned abruptly, his eyes locking onto a point in the distance. Without hesitation, Demian propelled himself forward with blinding speed, the cameras struggling to keep up as they tracked his every move.
He came to an abrupt halt before a small, ominous domain shrouded in shadowy tendrils.
Everyone watching already knew the truth-there was only one person capable of creating such a domain, and they could only guess who might be hidden within.