Chapter 275: Holy war 13

GRROOOAGHHHH!!!

Monstrous roars reverberated through the air, shaking the very ground beneath their feet as demons and angels clashed in a frenzied frenzy of violence.

With each thunderous roar came monstrous screams, the cacophony of battle filling the empty air with a symphony of chaos. Golden and dark bloods mingled in the air, staining the battlefield in hues of crimson and shadow as they danced amidst the carnage.

Light and darkness collided with a ferocity that was both breathtaking and terrifying, resulting in multiple explosions that lit up the dark skies like fireworks on a twisted canvas.

"Hahaha...."

As the Duke watched the scene unfold before him, his consciousness slipping away with each passing moment, he couldn't help but laugh bitterly at his own folly.

He had thought himself strong enough to challenge the gods, to defy the very forces of creation and destruction. But now, faced with the overwhelming might of celestial and infernal powers locked in a battle for supremacy, he realized just how ignorant he had been.

This... this spectacle unfolding before him was beyond the capabilities of mere mortals to even comprehend, let alone replicate. The sheer magnitude of the energy, the speed, the strength... it was as if the laws of nature themselves had been bent and twisted to accommodate the whims of these divine and demonic beings.

For the Duke, the realization was a bitter pill to swallow. He had harbored hopes that humanity could overcome the demonic invasion through sheer will and effort alone. But as he watched the angels struggle against the relentless onslaught of their infernal foes, those hopes crumbled like dust in the wind.

It was a pitiable dream, he realized, born of desperation and naivety.

Mere humans were not meant to participate in battles of such magnitude; they were merely spectators, bystanders in a cosmic conflict that stretched far beyond their understanding.

Is this the reason why the hero was needed? In order for them to survive a demonic invasion? Is this the reason why they needed a symbol of hope? Is this the reason why they needed to pray to the goddess?

The Duke's mind swirled with questions, each one more perplexing than the last. As he grappled with the implications of Adrian's revelation, the monstrous figure before him spoke, his voice carrying a chilling edge of amusement.

"I'm sure you're confused right now, Duke, but don't worry. You'll understand soon enough," Adrian said, his voice echoing with a sinister undertone. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light, the sharp, glaring razor-sharp fangs threatening to harvest the Duke's very soul.

"Now, with this, I can confirm that the quality lies within the recency and strength of the soul. The fresher they are, the tastier they get... And the more powerful they are, the more filling I get..."

As Adrian reflected on his recent consumption of the angel's soul, he felt a surge of satisfaction at the confirmation of his theories.

The fresher the soul, the more potent its essence, and the more satisfying its taste. But now, having consumed an angel far stronger than those injured ones they had captured earlier, Adrian could confirm his second theory: the more powerful the soul, the more satiating it was.

As the filtration process within his body worked tirelessly to purge the toxic light mana and divinity from the consumed souls, Adrian felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins. His power surged to new heights, fueled by the darkness that now permeated every fiber of his being.

With his theories confirmed and his power amplified, Adrian wasted no time in unleashing his newfound strength upon the battlefield.

With a twisted smile, blades formed upon his hands made of pure darkness, crackling with malevolent energy. With lightning speed, he darted through the ranks of the angels, cutting through them like butter with his razor-sharp blades.

Streaks of black lightning erupted from his fingertips, engulfing the entire battlefield in a chaotic maelstrom of darkness. With each strike, he savored the taste of divine essence, reveling in the power that surged through him with each soul consumed.

With every kill, Adrian absorbed the soul of his fallen foes, each one adding to the dark reservoir of power that surged within him.

With every soul consumed, a portion of his strength increased, fueling his insatiable hunger for power. As the battle raged on, so did his aura, ever expanding, ever darkening as he cut through the celestial ranks with relentless precision.

"HAHAHAHA~~!!!!"

His laughter, tinged with madness and triumph, echoed throughout the battlefield, a haunting symphony that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it. It was the laughter of a conqueror, reveling in the chaos and destruction he wrought upon his enemies.

As his dark presence loomed over the battlefield like a specter of death, the demonic entities below looked up in awe and reverence.

For the first time in their wretched existence, they felt a semblance of hope, a flicker of faith in something greater than themselves.

In Adrian, they saw a god incarnate, a being of unmatched power and ferocity. His dark aura radiated with an intensity that commanded their respect, and they bowed their heads in submission to his will.