Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 114: Plague God

Yet as he advanced, the ground under him crackled. Another swirl of black water seeped up, threatening to re-form that abominable pool.

Realizing Luke was about to conjure more curses, Apollo halted, forging a dark barrier around himself. The cardinal’s patience was at its limit, but his caution was heightened by Luke’s relentless barrage of eldritch magic.

On Luke’s shoulder, Hazel pressed her hands to her temples. She wasn’t simply merging with the golden spirit—she was battling the Forgotten Worm, which refused to relinquish its hold. It raked at her mind with vicious fervor. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Scenes from her early childhood surfaced, fleeting images of a man who might have been her father, secrets half-revealed and half-buried. Each recollection jolted her with fresh agony.

I have to push through... she told herself, tears mingling with the rain. I can’t let it kill me. I won’t let it.

A shriek echoed somewhere in the distance, possibly from the snail or the demons that continued to funnel into it, fueling its metamorphosis.

The snail’s entire shell flared with brightness again. Luke risked a glance over his shoulder to see a portion of the city on its back sink as the snail shifted, letting out an unholy reverberation.

Apollo let out a short laugh as he sensed the snail’s expanding power. "Yes... that’s it," he breathed in rapture. "Grow, feed, become the perfect vessel."

Luke inhaled, forcibly steadying himself. He’s too strong for me to take down quickly, he thought, eyeing the cardinal’s roiling aura.

But if Hazel can fuse with that spirit, maybe we’ll have a chance to end this.

With that unwavering resolve, Luke braced for Apollo’s next onslaught.

Twin arcs of black flame roared out from the cardinal’s palms, scorching the night air. Luke moved to intercept, countering with a barrier of swirling darkness. T

heir magics collided, unleashing a shockwave that rattled the very foundations of the city perched upon the snail.

Elias, hovering protectively by Hazel, clenched his teeth. Just keep her safe, he reminded himself. That’s all that matters right now.

He mustered what remained of his sonic energies, ready to erect any last-second defensive spells that might be needed.

In the thick of the downpour, with the snail’s beacons of corrupted light pulsing through the gloom, the battle lines were drawn: on one side, Luke and his twin wolf, determined to protect Hazel; on the other, Apollo, bristling with plague magic and unwavering zeal, determined to complete his twisted plan.

All the while, Hazel Ross’s mind teetered on a razor’s edge between liberation and ruin, the battered fragments of her memories colliding with the insidious worm.

And if she could emerge victorious, that golden soul might be the key to thwarting Apollo’s "Great God of Plagues" once and for all.

An ear-splitting howl split the rainy night as the two small wolf cubs hurtled through the air, colliding in a burst of swirling magic.

For a moment, they became a blur of silver and gold, merging into one larger form—a massive, two-headed beast with radiant eyes.

Both lupine heads snarled in unison, arcs of energy dancing over their conjoined body.

Luke, hovering nearby in his own wolfen form, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. The Sun and Moon Twin Wolf, he reminded himself.

A special fusion technique that allowed these two young wolves to momentarily surge to the strength of a higher-tier creature, reaching the Great Commander level for at least an hour.

He pointed one massive, clawed hand toward the hulking figure of the Headless Horseman—Apollo’s summoned undead warrior.

"Go on. Keep that thing busy!" Luke commanded, voice rolling like distant thunder. "But try not to get yourselves killed."

The newly formed two-headed wolf roared a challenge, apparently unmoved by his caution. The beast leapt forward, blazing with swirling flames of gold and silver.

The Headless Horseman, astride its nightmarish steed, rushed to meet them, an enormous axe raised high. Meteors of sparks erupted when steel clashed with fangs, the collisions echoing across the battered landscape.

Not far away, Apollo—Cardinal of the Black Sect—crouched at the edge of the Fort Snail’s shell, appraising the newcomers with cold calculation. "Impressive," he muttered. "You’ve got quite an arsenal of forbidden powers, shapeshifter."

His sharp gaze flicked to Luke’s four-winged, wolfish figure. "First you, now these wolves can fuse into something even stronger. I’ve never encountered so many odd abilities in one place."

Luke glowered, his breath condensing in the turbulent wind. The downpour had lessened only slightly, yet the chaotic storm overhead still raged, accentuating every flash of magic with bursts of lightning.

"Don’t act so surprised," he growled. "You stand on top of a colossal snail from another plane, have an undead knight at your beck and call, and call yourself the herald of some ’Plague God.’

You’re the last person qualified to call anyone else unusual."

Apollo, in contrast, took an almost lazy step back. "I won’t risk everything on a direct confrontation with you," he sneered, letting his eyes linger on Luke’s towering form. "Your powers are too unpredictable.

My business here is more important than any single duel."

A roar sounded from the snail’s core—grotesquely loud and painfully discordant, nothing like the pure radiance it had displayed when the shell first appeared.

Black veins marbled its once-pristine surface, and a nauseating purple effluvium oozed from hairline cracks. Luke guessed it was reacting to the wave of poison that had spread since Sierra Ling’s demise, as well as the Totem Serpent’s approach.

Gritting his teeth, Luke shifted his stance.

"Hazel, Elias... Hang in there." He could feel Hazel Ross trembling on his shoulder, still grappling with the golden spirit inside her and the savage agony inflicted by the Forgotten Worm.

Elias Vaughn, unconscious or close to it, lay slumped beside her, his clothes soaked and stained with blood.

If only we can keep them safe, Luke thought, and buy time for Hazel to finish whatever psychic battle she’s fighting...

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