Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 113: Kill that wolf

Luke let out a growl that rumbled across the sky. In one swift movement, he swept Hazel and Elias onto his broad shoulders, keeping them out of harm’s immediate path.

"I heard plenty of your twisted sermon," Luke said, his voice reverberating like distant thunder. "You must be Apollo. The Black Sect’s cardinal?"

Apollo’s expression turned frosty. "I see my reputation precedes me. And I see you’re no ordinary mage. That monstrous form...some unholy fusion, I gather."

Lightning jaggedly illuminated Luke’s colossal silhouette, revealing thick black fur streaked with red glimmers. His eyes burned with a fury that made Apollo, for just an instant, recoil.

"You talk too much," Luke growled. "I’ve seen enough of the Black Sect’s atrocities to know you all deserve no mercy."

His body shifted, and a swirling shadow at his feet coalesced into a deep, black pool. A grotesque pale hand emerged from the depths, then another, each as big as Apollo’s entire torso.

They reached forward in a wave of hungry intent, aiming to drag Apollo under.

"What...!" Apollo tried to twist away, but the giant hands clamped down with uncanny speed. They latched onto his limbs and began yanking him toward the sludge-like darkness. "Let go, you wretched—!"

Luke’s monstrous form loomed overhead, expression implacable as the vile pool tugged Apollo deeper. "Curse the Demon Pool," he intoned. "And that’s just the start."

An unearthly chill radiated from the watery abyss, and Apollo found himself sinking—knees, then waist, then chest—into something that felt like the void of death.

He felt a hush of finality, the quiet presence of eternal oblivion. Panic jolted through him. I can’t die here. Not before the plan is complete!

With a furious yell, he unleashed a burst of purple, corrosive energy from within his own body, burning away part of the pale hands.

Ripping free, he soared back through the air and landed a dozen meters away, panting. Yet no sooner had he caught his breath than a black gate tore open behind him.

Several sets of skeletal arms clawed at him from within, trying to pull him into a separate infernal realm.

Apollo let out an enraged roar. "What are these cursed dimensions?!" More of his body sank into those gaunt arms, chilling him to the bone. He could almost feel the shadows licking at his soul. "You—this is beyond any standard super-level magic!"

Greenish insects—Poison worms—began spilling from Apollo’s robes, each the size of a finger. They crawled along his arms, wriggling and squealing, then launched themselves at the skeletal limbs.

In seconds, the bony hands were gnawed away, dropping into fragments. Freed once more, Apollo staggered back, face contorted with a mixture of horror and fury.

Luke’s expression remained grimly resolute, though inwardly, he was also alarmed by Apollo’s resilience.

He’s strong—perhaps akin to a fledgling Forbidden Mage, Luke thought. I can’t seal him away easily. But I just need to stall for as long as possible...

"Hazel!" Luke called, shifting his gaze toward the young woman perched on his shoulder. "Hold on. If you can fuse with that spirit inside you, do it now. I’ll buy you the time you need."

Hazel’s cheeks were pallid from the throbbing ache in her head. Yet she caught the determination in Luke’s fiery eyes. Summoning the last of her will, she nodded. "I—I’ll try."

She closed her eyes, focusing inward.

Within her spiritual domain, an image crystallized: a glowing golden soul shape, offering comfort amid the swirling blackness of the Forgetting Worm’s aggression.

Gritting her teeth, Hazel extended her mental arms toward the golden presence.

Almost at once, she felt warmth flowing through her, soothing the needle-like pains. You’ve been here all along, haven’t you? she thought. It’s time you pay some rent for your stay.

Meanwhile, Apollo noticed her posture. "No!" he snapped. "I won’t let you complete that union. Headless Horseman, appear!"

He slammed his foot onto the ruined ground. A circle of swirling symbols flared at his feet—crimson star patterns that reeked of Underworld energy. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

There was a sound like the whinny of a tortured stallion, and a figure clad in grimy, rusted armor materialized.

It lacked a head on its shoulders, and rode atop a nightmarish horse wreathed in ghostly flames. A sub-monarch from the Undead lineage.

"Kill that wolf," Apollo commanded in a harsh tone. "Keep him busy until I finish what I must do."

Luke’s eyes flickered warily as the Headless Horseman brandished a massive axe, galloping forward on its ghastly steed with unholy speed.

He set Hazel and Elias gently on a broad, stable outcropping of stone near the snail’s shell. "Elias, protect Hazel. I’ll handle the rider," he said in a low, urgent voice.

Elias, still clutching at a half-healed wound on his arm, exhaled shakily. "Got it," he managed. "Don’t let that thing near her."

"Count on it." Luke squared his massive wolfen shoulders. But before he could spring into action, he let out a sharp whistle-like call.

Two small wolf cubs—dark silhouettes bounding across the wind—leaped from behind a crumbled tower.

A faint glow enveloped them as they soared through the stormy air, merging mid-jump in a swirl of magical energy.

When they landed, they had become a single, larger beast shaped like a twin-headed wolf—each head bearing a faint luminescent aura, one silver, one golden.

This was their combined, advanced form: the Sun and Moon Twin Wolf.

Luke patted the newly formed twin wolf, murmuring, "Keep the Headless Horseman off me. Show me what you’ve learned from your training."

Both wolven heads let out a simultaneous growl of assent. Then, with a flash of multi-colored flame, they lunged at the undead knight.

Steel clashed with fang as the giant horseman swung its axe, trying to cleave the wolves in two. Rain hissed where the undead aura met the magical flames of the twin wolf.

Apollo watched for a moment, hatred seething under his skin. "So the demon wolf has minions, does he? No matter.

One sub-monarch is more than enough to overwhelm them eventually." His lips curled into a sneer. "I’ll just finish you myself."