Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 115: Ten minutes will suffice

A hideous bellow cut through the air as the Fort Snail finally reacted.

Its enormous body shuddered. Though it was technically in the Monarch class of creatures, it displayed no real sense of combat, relying on Apollo’s direction.

Still, its primal shrieking alone was enough to scramble Luke’s senses. Stars danced in his vision from the sheer volume.

Apollo seized that moment to grin.

"Yes... it’s almost time for the final sacrifice. I won’t let you or that meddling serpent stand in my way!"

Without warning, he launched himself across the snail’s rugged carapace, a swirl of black wind and dark sparks swirling at his feet.

Realizing Apollo had pivoted away, Luke gave chase, enormous claws scraping across the fortress-like shell.

But with the snail’s constant thrashing, the terrain bucked and shifted beneath him.

It was all he could do to keep Hazel and Elias from slipping off his back.

Behind them, the Totem Serpent—a colossal, scaled behemoth—emerged from the clouds in a wave of dark emerald.

Its presence overshadowed even Luke’s wolf form.

With each flex of its serpentine body, the air quaked, and arcs of deeper darkness rippled along its hide.

At least the Serpent’s arrived, Luke thought, relief flickering through his mind. Tanya Reed must be here as well—she was the serpent’s caretaker and companion. Maybe they could handle Apollo while Luke protected Hazel. But Luke saw that the snail had climbed so high, the serpent was forced to coil part of its body around the snail’s protrusions just to stay level with them, effectively turning this entire airborne platform into a massive battlefield.

Apollo, half-snarling, half-laughing, extended a finger toward the giant snail. An ancient dark formation carved into the shell glowed malevolently.

"Such a pity you have to keep your distance, shapeshifter." His eyes raked over Luke’s still-enormous figure.

"You may have spooked me for a moment, but that’s finished. Shadow Verse—Void Dark Execution Ground!"

A wave of blackness exploded outward, forming a dome of opaque darkness that swallowed Luke and the snail’s immediate surroundings.

Jagged shapes flitted through the gloom, like nails or axe blades wrought from living shadow.

Luke recognized it as a super-level Shadow domain, built for entrapment and torment.

Immediately, half a dozen giant, shadowy axes descended on Luke from all sides.

In this enclosed realm, there was no room for his massive frame to dodge, especially while protecting Hazel and Elias.

"Damn," he muttered, bracing himself. "I can’t slip out of this easily."

But then, a shift occurred within him—a new presence stirred. The poison inheritance Luke had absorbed from Sierra Ling flared to life.

In an instant, Luke’s hulking, black-and-red fur took on a violet sheen. Gas and swirling toxins emanated from him, forming a rolling miasma.

Where the shadow axes descended, they seemed to pass through empty space as Luke’s body dissolved into a poisonous cloud.

"What?!" Apollo snapped, startled. "That technique belongs to my subordinate—Poison Boy. How did you—?!"

Luke let the question hang.

He roared, unleashing a swirl of fire to counterattack.

The breath of flames burst from his lupine jaws, rotating into a whirling vortex that filled the entire domain with scorching heat.

The air reverberated with the roar of the inferno.

Apollo’s eyes narrowed, star patterns flaring around his own body.

He answered with a super-level conjuration of the Fire element: fusing multiple constellations into a blazing Star Palace.

The intangible shape of a flaming portal shimmered in front of him.

"Hellfire," Apollo intoned, voice echoing through the swirling domain. "Your flame is no match for mine.

If you swear loyalty, I might let you live as a mount. Otherwise, you’ll burn."

"Mount?" Luke snarled. "You wish."

He saw Apollo’s conflagration balloon to monstrous proportions, threatening to engulf him. But Luke had no intention of matching fire against fire head-on.

Instead, he pivoted to the side, setting his sights on the domain’s boundary.

With a savage lunge, he ripped into the walls of the gloom with his claws, ignoring Apollo’s taunt about it being "unbreakable."

Apollo wore a smug smirk. "Fool," he murmured. "That domain is locked down by my shadow control. You can’t simply tear it—"

But tear it Luke did.

A thunderous crack echoed as the darkness parted, revealing the towering shape of the Totem Serpent, scales glinting with malice.

The serpent’s eyes glowed with intangible might, and with a single, devastating hiss, it broke through the Shadow Verse from the outside, letting in a wash of starlight and frigid wind.

Luke glimpsed the serpent’s massive jaws snapping close, a hiss of pure anger rolling off its forked tongue.

The enormous creature dwarfed even the snail’s mountainous structure, overshadowing Apollo.

Poison-laced mists coiled around its colossal body, a swirling tide that battered both the snail and everything near it with corrosive force.

"Grahhh!" the snail shrieked in primal terror, writhing in place. Even from a distance, Luke could see its flesh dissolving in patches where the serpent’s poison clung. White, once-holy light flickered across its shell, now turned a sickly gray-purple. Without any real battle instincts, all it could do was scream and flail.

Apollo stood at the snail’s apex, initially unaffected by the serpent’s poison. At first, his eyes blazed with frustration.

Then his frustration mutated into mania.

"Why do new obstructions keep showing up?" he spat, voice grating. "My plan is destined for greatness—but every step is plagued by meddlers!"

As if losing his composure, he tugged at his own hair, leaving it disheveled.

Then, he abruptly thrust both arms skyward, shouting, "Great Plague God, your devoted servant calls upon you—grant me power to crush these pests!"

A vile green color spread across his skin.

His entire body began to distort, swelling then contracting in rapid spasms. The stench of evil aura poured from him, thick enough to bend the air.

"G-Great Plague God, wait—my body can’t handle—!" Apollo gasped, eyes bulging as he struggled to contain whatever force was flooding into him.

Strands of blackish-green energy erupted from beneath his clothes, writhing around him like serpents.

A voice, harsh and resonant, emerged from Apollo’s throat—but it clearly wasn’t his own.

"Ten minutes will suffice, mortal. You’ve proven worthless, so I shall see to this matter myself."