Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 153: Pyramid Of Dominion! (6)

If Creed was furious before, now he was a nuclear reactor of pure rage. His blood boiled so hard it was a miracle steam wasn’t shooting out of his ears like a broken teapot.

His eye twitched violently as he stared after the shadowy figure slipping away with his Dominion Key; the key he had risked life and limb, sting and sweat, genius and grit to get!

But to make things even worse, Creed wasn’t the only one ready to throw hands and start World War Three.

No, Tierra and Lilith were also completely losing it.

Both girls had their hands clenched into fists so tight their knuckles turned white, their faces locked into matching expressions of pure outrage.

Lilith’s scythe sparked dangerously with wild, crackling lightning, while Tierra’s body seemed to shimmer, space itself bending and groaning around her.

"That BITCH!" Lilith roared, practically vibrating with anger. "She thinks she can just waltz in, steal the reward of our hard work, and leave like it’s some casual shopping trip?!"

"I’m going to peel her like a banana," Tierra snarled, her usually calm voice dripping with venom.

They didn’t even have to talk about it. With perfect understanding, Tierra instantly melded into the surrounding space, her body vanishing with a soft pop like a bubble bursting.

In the next heartbeat, she reappeared hundreds of meters ahead—right in front of the shadow crawling along the wall.

The shadow flickered, clearly surprised that someone could actually intercept it so quickly, and then the girl’s teasing, melodious voice rang out once again.

"Come on now," she said sweetly, almost mockingly.

"Why so serious? Can’t we just be peaceful? Let me take this little trinket and leave... and maybe," her voice dropped into a playful purr, "I’ll even reward you properly when we meet again outside?"

Creed didn’t even think about answering her. His rage had overridden every part of his usual calm, calculating brain.

In a single smooth movement, he lunged forward with his spear, his movements sharp and fluid like a viper striking at its prey.

The spear shone with blinding brilliance—two different terrifying forces coating it at once: the Path of Killing and the Path of Freedom.

The air ripped apart as a dazzling beam of spear light roared toward the girl, its speed and pressure enough to crush bones to dust.

The shadow shuddered violently, and for the first time, the mysterious girl abandoned her sneaky tricks.

She had no choice—the attack was simply too strong. With a gasp of disbelief, she materialized out of the shadow completely, revealing her full human form for the first time.

And what a form it was.

She was beautiful in a wicked, unfair way, with platinum-blonde hair that shimmered like a river of moonlight, sparkling green eyes that seemed to glow in the dim hallway, and soft, luscious lips curved into a mischievous smirk.

Her figure was mouthwateringly voluptuous despite her petite frame, her curves defying logic and gravity at the same time.

She wore a black bodysuit made of some shimmering material that clung to her skin like a second layer, accentuating every delicious curve without being overly revealing.

The girl waved her arms rapidly in what looked like a chaotic dance, her movements somehow clumsy and elegant at the same time.

Ooooom!

In that moment, a dense surge of shadow energy exploded from her body, rolling out like a wave of black oil.

The shadows condensed crazily, all squeezing into a tiny, shimmering point just in front of her that was barely larger than a marble.

The next moment, the tiny dot swallowed Creed’s spear beam whole like a snake gulping down a rabbit. Then it vanished with a dull pop, leaving nothing behind but a faint smell of burning air.

For a second, it seemed like she had gotten away unscathed. But then the girl staggered slightly, a sharp gasp leaving her lips, and a thin trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Her green eyes widened as she stared at Creed like he had just grown three heads.

"The Path of Freedom...?" she whispered, shock painting her voice with disbelief.

She wiped the blood from her lip with a dainty finger, her earlier teasing smile replaced with a wary, serious frown.

"Tch... you’re a tough one, huh?" she muttered, her gaze sharpening like a predator sizing up dangerous prey.

Without wasting another second, she spun faster — her "dance" speeding up into a chaotic blur of limbs and shadows.

Creed didn’t wait for het to finish whatever she was doing though and pounced forward at full speed, yet, no matter how fast he went, it was like he was stuck in the same spot!

It didn’t take him long to figure it out when he looked down at his feet. His and his summons’ shadows had been bound by thick chains, restricting their movements completely!

Bang!

With a sudden burst of his path of freedom, Creed managed to escape from the shackles bounding his and his summons’ shadows.

But he was too slow.

In response, the darkness beneath the girl’s feet twisted and bubbled like something alive, and then erupted—dozens of terrifying shadow tentacles shooting out of the ground like monstrous whips.

Shua!

They were pitch black, darker than the darkest night, and so thick they looked like they could snap a grown man like a twig.

Creed narrowed his eyes, feeling the pressure rise so fast it made the air hum around him.

His brain was already dissecting the situation, and he quickly recognized it;

An Art!

’Why... why does everyone I meet already have an Art?’ Creed internally lamented, feeling a strange mix of despair and admiration.

Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on his spear. He wasn’t going to let her escape with his prize. No way in hell.

No matter how sexy she looked dancing around like that, no matter how sweet her voice sounded... this was a matter of principle now. And Creed had made up his mind:

He was going to catch her, beat her, and spank her smug little ass until she learned a lesson she’d never forget.

Crack!

With a crack like whips breaking the air, the tentacles shot toward Creed, Lilith, and Tierra with insane speed, each one packed with terrifying power.

It wasn’t just some random chaotic attack—no, these tentacles moved with terrifying intelligence, curving and weaving to perfectly cut off their escapes, aiming for vital spots without mercy.

Tierra, however, reacted almost instantly. Without even blinking, her body shimmered and dissolved into the surrounding space like smoke caught by the wind, instantly teleporting out of the tentacles’ range with an elegant pop.

She appeared hundreds of meters away with a small, relieved breath, her twin daggers spinning idly in her hands, ready to jump back into battle at a moment’s notice.

Creed, too, wasn’t about to stand there like a sitting duck. His body blurred as he activated the Path of Freedom, his form becoming so fast and slippery it felt like he turned into the wind itself.

He moved out of the tentacles’ reach, landing smoothly with a soft thud several meters away, his spear already in hand, crackling with spear intent.

Lilith, however, decided to take a different approach.

She gritted her teeth, her pretty face hardening with fierce determination. "Like hell I’m running from overgrown spaghetti!" she shouted, activating her Sigil of Lightning to its maximum output.

Boom!

A roaring storm of deep purple lightning burst from her body like a living dragon, the sheer power making the ground crack and tremble.

With a furious battle cry, Lilith swung her scythe in a wide arc, sending a massive slash of purple lightning crashing into the incoming tentacles.

The impact was colossal. A dazzling explosion of light and energy that blasted the closest tentacles into steaming ashes.

For a second, it looked like she might actually turn the tide by herself.

But then... the tentacles kept coming!

Despite the destruction, the remaining tentacles pushed through the purple storm stubbornly, like cockroaches refusing to die.

They coiled and twisted, slowing their movements but still advancing toward Lilith, who was starting to sweat from the effort of keeping them at bay.

Even with all her might, the tide was turning against her.

Creed saw it immediately. His eyes sharpened with cold focus, and without hesitation, he teleported right beside her, grabbed her slim waist firmly (earning a small squeak of surprise from her), and yanked her out of the danger zone just as the tentacles snapped down like a pack of hungry wolves.

"You’re welcome," Creed said casually, setting her down a few meters away.

Lilith scowled at him, cheeks slightly pink. "I had it under control, you caveman!"

Creed only chuckled darkly, already focusing his attention back on the main threat. No time for flirting when a crazy thief was trying to literally murder them.

Without missing a beat, Creed’s body blurred forward, closing the distance between him and the shadow girl at a terrifying speed.

His spear was a blur in his hand, but this time it wasn’t just physical strength behind it. No, he was layering everything he had into this attack.

Path of Killing!

Path of Freedom!

Spear Domain!

The tentacles noticed the incoming danger and immediately wrapped around the girl like a living, armored shield.

Dozens of layers thick, they looked strong enough to block a small nuke. But Creed wasn’t worried.

His spear gleamed with unstoppable momentum, a flash of destruction that could not be denied.

With a roar, Creed thrust forward. "Take my thrust!"

BOOM!

The tentacles shattered like glass under the assault, exploding into black mist.

The spear didn’t stop there—it slammed into the girl’s shoulder with devastating force, ripping through her defenses and cutting a huge, deep wound across her pale skin.

Blood sprayed out in a wide arc, and she let out a high-pitched scream of pain, her face twisting into a grimace of pure agony.

Without wasting a second, she dissolved into her shadow again, trying desperately to escape, her figure flickering wildly like a candle in the wind.

But Tierra was already there.

The moment the girl disappeared deeper down the hallway, Tierra struck.

A thin, gleaming silver arc shot through the air—a Space Cut, so sharp it looked like reality itself had been sliced apart.

It tore right through the fleeing shadow, forcing the girl to materialize again, stumbling forward with another fresh wound—this time a nasty gash across her back, blood soaking into her dark bodysuit.

The thief gritted her teeth in pain, fury blazing in her green eyes. Yet despite her wounds, she wasn’t out of tricks yet.

Snarling, she slammed her hands together, causing the entire hallway to darken even more, her shadow stretching and twisting violently.

This time, it wasn’t just to flee—she was trying to lock down Creed and Tierra’s shadows, trying to freeze them in place to deliver a devastating counterattack.

But just when it seemed like the shadow trap was about to catch them both...

CRACK!

A brilliant flash of purple lightning blazed through the air like a shooting star.

In the blink of an eye, the bolt slashed across the girl’s chest with pinpoint accuracy, faster than even the eye could follow.

Blood splashed through the air!

To be continued.