Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 156: Pyramid Of Dominion! (9)

The doors boomed open like the gates of a nightmare.

The moment Creed, Lilith, and Tierra stepped through, it felt like they had entered another world entirely.

The air was thick here, not just with pressure, but with a dense, electric tension that made it hard to breathe.

The massive chamber was circular, stretching wider than a football stadium, its floor made of black and crimson marble in intricate patterns.

Above them, ghostly banners fluttered from unseen winds, each one stitched with strange, ancient symbols that almost seemed to writhe if you stared too long.

And in the center of it all, perched atop a throne forged from the broken weapons and shattered armor of past ’challengers’, sat the Arena Lord.

It was a monster in human form.

Twice the size of any knight they had faced so far, clad in ornate armor of molten black edged in burning red lines, as if magma pulsed through the seams.

A massive two-handed halberd rested lazily across its lap, the blade glinting with a cruel hunger.

Its helmet bore no eyes, just a jagged maw where a face should have been, leaking faint tendrils of dark mist into the air.

As soon as the three entered, the Arena Lord stood, the halberd scraping along the stone with a sound like a thousand screams compressed into one.

And then, without a single warning, it moved.

Bang!

Faster than something its size should ever move, it slashed downward, sending a shockwave screaming across the floor! fгeewebnovёl.com

It was peak stage 4!

The marble tiles shattered like glass, the ground splitting open in a line aimed directly at them.

"SCATTER!" Creed barked, diving sideways.

Tierra blinked backward into the air, flipping gracefully, while Lilith propelled herself with a burst of lightning from her scythe.

Boom!

The shockwave tore past them, ripping a massive scar into the floor, and exploded against the far wall, raining debris everywhere.

Before they could even regroup, the Arena Lord rotated the halberd in a lazy arc and the shattered weapons embedded in the throne behind it shuddered to life.

The broken swords, axes, spears, all of them launched forward like guided missiles!

Hundreds of them.

It was like facing a metallic hurricane!

Lilith snarled and spun her scythe in wide arcs, detonating blades midair with blasts of lightning, but there were just too many.

Tierra blinked between falling spears, slashing apart axes when she had to, while Creed used terrifying precision, weaving between projectiles with hair-raising closeness, deflecting and destroying only when absolutely necessary.

Still, shallow cuts began to litter their bodies.

Every dodge was a gamble.

But that still wasn’t all. No, the Arena Lord wasn’t done showing off.

With a casual stomp of its armored foot, massive shadow hands erupted from the ground, trying to grab them.

Huge, skeletal claws bursting through the marble floor like the hands of the damned reaching for the living.

Creed barely leapt aside as a hand closed where he had just been standing, the crushing force cracking the marble into dust.

He twisted midair, activating his path of freedom, giving him explosive acceleration and flight to the side, avoiding another skeletal grab by millimeters.

Lilith didn’t even try to dodge, she screamed down a column of lightning, burning the shadow hands to ashes with a single dazzling flash, her purple hair whipping wildly behind her while her sigils burned furiously.

Tierra flickered through reality, staying just a step ahead of every grasping claw. Out of all of them, she was the most relaxed. Her spatial affinity was just too op.

But even that was just a warm-up for the Arena Lord. It lifted its halberd and plunged it into the ground.

Bam!

Instantly, the battlefield shifted. The room itself began to rotate.

The floor panels twisted and spun, rising and falling, turning the entire chamber into a monstrous labyrinth of shifting platforms.

Pillars rose from the ground, spinning rapidly like massive drills.

Spiked walls burst upward at random intervals.

The battlefield was no longer flat, it was a death trap designed to disorient and destroy.

Creed landed on a moving platform just as another one smashed into it from the side, forcing him to leap backward to a safer spot.

Buzzz!

Lilith hurled arcs of lightning at the pillars to slow their spinning, but it only partially helped.

Tierra clung to a narrow ledge, her dagger plunging into the stone for support as the floor twisted beneath her.

And then, the Arena Lord teleported!

A flash of black mist and it was behind Tierra, halberd raised for a killing blow.

"Tierra, behind you!" Creed shouted.

But even warned, Tierra barely reacted in time. She blinked forward, the halberd’s blade still slicing a line through her coat, cutting off a chunk of fabric and nicking her side with a shallow line of blood.

She hissed in anger, but didn’t falter. Tierra twisted midair, flipped her twin daggers, and hurled a space-ripping cut straight at the Arena Lord’s chest!

Screech!

The blade of spatial energy tore across the distance like a comet, but the Arena Lord raised a hand, summoning a mirror of darkness that absorbed the space cut like it was nothing more than a gust of wind.

Then it hurriedly teleported back to the platform it had been standing on ever since the battle started.

Creed cursed under his breath. This wasn’t a battle where raw power alone would save them.

The Arena Lord had simulated hundreds—maybe thousands of battles. It was a tactical monster. An AI forged for war.

Creed’s mind raced. They needed to outsmart it or at least predict its moves before it finished shaping the battlefield fully.

It was not just a battle against a peak stage 4 silver level being, it was a battle against the whole chamber!

Lilith landed beside him, panting, sparks dancing across her skin. "What’s the plan?!" she yelled over the shrieking sound of grinding stone.

Creed’s eyes narrowed, his mind locking into a higher gear.

First, stop the shifting platforms.

Second, isolate the Arena Lord from its control over the field.

Third, hit it hard when it couldn’t defend itself.

"Divide and destroy!" Creed barked, the words sharp and commanding. "Force it to move frequently, it can’t control the battlefield if it’s defending itself!"

Lilith immediately hurled a massive lightning spear straight at the Arena Lord’s head.

Boom!

Tierra blinked midair, unleashing five consecutive space cuts to slice apart pillars near the Arena Lord, destabilizing the platforms under its feet.

Creed moved like a ghost, spear in hand, weaving through flying debris, platform edges, and swinging spiked walls.

He burst forward at terrifying speed, his spear cloaked in killing intent so thick it turned the air heavy.

The Arena Lord caught the lightning spear with one hand, but the force still forced it a step backward. The space cuts shattered the nearest pillars, making the ground under it tilt violently.

And Creed? He used that one instant, that tiny crack in its rhythm to strike!

He lunged, spear thrusting forward like a viper’s fangs, aiming straight for the Arena Lord’s heart.

Swoosh!

The Arena Lord twisted at the last second, parrying the blow with the shaft of its halberd, and the resulting shockwave split the air apart with a deafening boom.

Creed was knocked backward, boots skidding across the broken marble, but he was grinning savagely.

They could hurt it. They could force it onto the defensive. The first blood had been drawn.

The Arena Lord stood tall, its monstrous form casting a titanic shadow across the twisted battlefield.

Its armor pulsed with molten veins of power, and the air around it warped and twisted from the sheer pressure of its presence.

The halberd, now vibrating at a frequency so high it emitted a low, humming growl, sliced the air as the Arena Lord spun it in a wide figure-eight.

Creed tightened his grip on his spear, feeling the burn of exhaustion start to gnaw at his muscles, but his eyes were sharper than ever.

He could feel it. The Arena Lord was done playing games. The real fight was about to begin.

Without warning, the Arena Lord raised its halberd above its head and the dark mist around it collapsed inward, forming a dense, writhing sphere the size of a small house.

Then, with a low, echoing grunt, the Arena Lord hurled the sphere into the air and it exploded into a storm of black blades.

Thousands. Tens of thousands!

Endless shards of darkness rained down, filling the entire chamber with a storm of death.

"Cover!" Creed roared, slamming his spear into the ground and activating a crude defensive barrier using his path of the mountain.

Lilith twisted her scythe in the air, summoning a dome of crackling lightning above them, while Tierra flickered into reality beside him, her space magic weaving a thin silver shield around them.

The black blades hammered down like a rain of nails, slicing, stabbing, smashing into the ground, pillars, and platforms.

The noise was deafening. It was like a thousand swords clanging against stone and metal at once.

Creed gritted his teeth. This was madness. They couldn’t stay here. They had to move — fast.

"Tierra, portal jump!" he shouted, muscles straining against the barrier.

Without hesitation, Tierra blinked them through a silver tear in space, appearing behind a shattered pillar just as the last of the black blade storm finally died down.

The battlefield was wrecked. Pillars broken. Platforms reduced to rubble. Even the walls were riddled with blade holes like a monstrous Swiss cheese.

But the Arena Lord stood untouched. Unbothered. Unbreakable. And it was already charging forward!

Each step shattering the floor, sending miniature earthquakes across the chamber.

"Split up!" Creed barked, diving left as the Arena Lord’s halberd came down in a vertical slash that split the entire floor open like it was butter.

Lilith bolted right, lightning exploding under her feet, while Tierra blurred into the space, leaving afterimages behind her.

The Arena Lord roared, not a sound of rage, but of pure battle joy and teleported again, appearing right in front of Lilith with its halberd raised high.

Lilith reacted instantly, raising her scythe in both hands and channeling every volt of lightning she could muster into a defensive barrier.

The halberd came down like the hammer of a god and shattered the lightning shield like glass!

Boom!

Lilith was thrown like a ragdoll, slamming into a ruined pillar with a sickening crunch, but she gritted her teeth and pushed herself up, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, electricity still crackling around her body.

Tierra reappeared beside the Arena Lord, daggers flashing, and sliced a tear into space itself, trying to sever its limbs with dimensional magic but the Arena Lord simply gripped space itself, and ripped it apart!

Reality bent around its armor, twisting and folding like paper until Tierra’s attack evaporated into harmless mist.

Creed’s mind raced. He was now sure that the examiners were adjusting the strength of the arena lord!

They were increasing its might despite its cultivation remaining the same! This was no longer in the range of an entrance examination!

They wanted him to fail?! Creed grinned fiercely.

Not this time.

He roared forward, kicking off the ground with explosive force, moving through the chaotic battlefield like a bullet.

Not toward the Arena Lord, but toward the unstable core pillars that supported the battlefield’s final layer.

"Tierra, Lilith, focus fire on the support structures!" he shouted. "Bring the whole arena down!"

The girls didn’t question it for a second.

Tierra threw dagger after dagger infused with spatial distortion, causing pillars to collapse inward.

Lilith, coughing blood, hurled arcs of supercharged lightning, detonating the ground under the Arena Lord’s feet.

The Arena Lord paused for the first time, realizing it was losing its battlefield control.

It lunged toward Creed, halberd dragging behind it, slashing open massive rents in the ground, but Creed was faster.

Swoosh!

He slipped between the cracks in reality that Tierra opened, dodging blows by hair-thin margins, moving with a grace that felt almost impossible for a human body.

He looked unchained and free!

One last core pillar cracked, and the ground beneath the Arena Lord collapsed.

It plummeted into the hollow below, briefly stunned, and that was the opening Creed had been carving out with blood, sweat, and fury.

He howled down the hole, lightning from Lilith searing the edges, space twisting from Tierra’s interference, and threw his spear with all the force he could muster.

Bang!

The weapon shrieked through the air, a comet of destruction and slammed into the Arena Lord’s chest with a thunderous explosion.

The monstrous figure was blasted backward, smashing through several more ruined pillars, finally forced onto one knee.

Armor cracked. Dark mist pouring from the wound.

Creed landed beside Lilith and Tierra, panting heavily. They had done it. They had wounded the Arena Lord.

But as the dust cleared, the Arena Lord rose once more, slower this time, the molten cracks in its armor glowing brighter, its halberd dragging along the ground like a promise of death.

It was battered, it was hurt, but it was not finished.

Not yet.

Creed tightened his fists, feeling his heart pounding against his ribs like a war drum.

"Let’s finish this," Creed growled, spear returning to his hand in a flash of silver light.

Lilith and Tierra flanked him, battle-scarred but eyes blazing with unyielding fire.

And together, they charged.