[ Name: Aengus Degaro ] (Marked By Ancient Red Serpent)
[ Age: 18 ]
[ Title: Naga King Slayer ]
[ Race: Half-Human Half-Demon ]
[ Level: 31 ]
[ Occupation: Baron of Dark Valley, Demon Servant ]
[ Class: None ]
[ Bloodline Lineage: Beelzebub (Partial-Royal), Viperscale Naga (Half-Noble) ]
[ Special Trait: Energy Converter (Artificial) ]
Physical Stats:
[ Strength: 490 ]
[ Agility: 480 ]
[ Defense: 490 ]
[ Mana: 20,500 /60,500 ]
[ Nether Energy: 40,000 /60,500 ]
[ Attribute points: 0 ]
Skills:
– [ Active: Doombringer Fortification -3 (C) Hellfire Dive -3 (C), Phantom Venom Slash (C), Earth Manipulation- 89 (D) ]
– [ Passive: Blazing Purge -5 (D), Predator’s Instinct -34 (E), Health Regeneration -79 (E) ]
[ Special skills: Monster Breeding (Level-3) ]
[ Demonic Abilities:
– Peak: Heart of Darkness
– Intermediate: Gluttony of Darkness
– Basic: Darkness Pulse, Darkness Veil, Darkness Haki, Blood Regeneration, Hellfire Control, Poisonous Miasma Control, Body Duplication, Armoured Black Scales, Naganian Transformation, Spectral Death Strings, Pain Resistance.
[ Unique Skills: Appraisal (Basic), Skill Absorption (Mythic), Universal Synthesis (Ultimate) ]
[ Equipment: Storage Bracelet ]
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Two days had passed since the Naga people arrived in Dark Valley. During this time, they settled their families and began to familiarize themselves with the town and its people.
The townsfolk of Dark Valley welcomed the newcomers with open arms—after all, they had little choice. Resistance meant certain death, and they no longer had the right to question their new circumstances.
Aengus took some personal time to check on their progress. He couldn’t simply ignore them, could he? At the same time, he absorbed a significant number of demon cores, further increasing his energy reserves and stats. He also got a space bracelet from the treasury of the Naga King, which he found very useful.
Aengus could be considered an Elder Demon rank, or a C+ Rank powerhouse.
Seated in his office, Aengus mulled over his next move, contemplating when to subdue the nearby tribes. He still hadn’t forgotten the declaration of the Horned Lizard Tribe.
Bang!
The door swung open with a loud bang as Sienna hurried into the office.
“My lord, we are under attack!” Sienna exclaimed, her face filled with anxiety.
Aengus raised an eyebrow. “Sienna, how many times have I told you? No banging on the door.”
Sienna clicked her tongue, flashing a sheepish smile.
By now, Sienna and her brother had been quite enthusiastic and worked hard to assist Aengus with his duties. Because of this, they were a little closer to him than the others.
“So, tell me, who’s attacking us this time?” Aengus asked, standing up as he looked out the window.
“It’s the Hellfire Wolf King and Queen. They’re here for revenge after we captured their kin.”
Aengus glanced at her and nodded in understanding.
“Alright, let’s go and make them our new pets,” he said confidently.
Sienna followed Aengus, feeling speechless at his overconfidence.
When they arrived at the confrontation spot between Dark Valley’s troops and the Hellfire Wolves horde, Aengus was momentarily startled by the scene. Nearly 500 wolves, along with their King and Queen, stood at the forefront, their ferocious roars filling the air. Hellfire blazed around them, turning some of Aengus’ subordinates to ashes.
Despite the chaos, Aengus remained calm, his cold demeanor reinforced by the passive effect of his **Heart of Darkness** ability.
Without hesitation, Aengus summoned his Legion, their overwhelming presence clouding the battlefield.
“Thank the Lord! Lord Aengus is here!” Some of his subordinates visibly sighed in relief, their hope restored.
The Wolf King and Queen locked eyes with Aengus, sensing the threat he posed.
“It was you who captured and killed our children?” they growled in fury.
Aengus didn’t flinch. “Yes, it was me. What are you going to do about it?” he replied coldly.
As the Legion clashed with the enemy wolves, hellfire igniting all around them, the tension between Aengus and the wolf rulers reached its peak.
“You… accursed creature! You will die!” Both the Wolf King and Queen lunged at him, using one of their abilities to fly toward him with murderous intent.
But Aengus was prepared. He no longer feared Elder demons—he himself was one.
“Doombringer Fortification!”
“Body Duplication!”
As the Hellfire Wolves descended upon him, spewing flames from their mouths, Aengus leapt into the air, confronting them head-on with his raw physical power. He knew he had to defeat them quickly before they could use their flying abilities to escape—it would be a significant loss if they managed to flee.
The battle was intense. Aengus fought both the Wolf King and Queen, two Elder Demons, with the aid of Manas, who functioned as an efficient battle machine. Their fierce clash sent shockwaves across the battlefield, reducing some of the lesser demon wolves to ashes in an instant.
Aengus’ subordinates watched in awe, their respect for him growing with each moment.
“Lord Aengus will be victorious for sure!” Some murmured, finally feeling a sense of relief.
As time passed, the Hellfire King and Queen were gradually worn down, their bodies battered and bruised beyond recognition. Their once fearsome presence had faded, and victory was within Aengus’ grasp.
“Arghhh, please, my lord, have mercy! Spare us! We yield completely to your overwhelming strength. We will do anything—just let us live!” the Hellfire Wolf King pleaded desperately.
Aengus’s cold gaze remained unwavering. “Accept allegiance, or die,” he said with an icy finality.
“Y-Yes, my lord! We and our children will serve you wholeheartedly!” they replied, their voices trembling with fear.
“Good,” Aengus nodded in acknowledgment before stepping toward the female wolf.
“But before that,” he continued with a twisted grin, “give me what I want the most.”
The Hellfire King and Queen exchanged confused glances, unsure of his intentions. Without another word, Aengus placed his hand on the female wolf’s body.
“Skill Absorption!”
The Queen shrieked in agony as Aengus pulled one of her abilities from her like a tendon being ripped from flesh. His grin widened as the long-awaited notification flashed before his eyes.
“You have acquired a new demonic ability: Hell-Flareborne Wings (Physical).”
Aengus savored the moment as the ability surged through him, leaving the defeated Wolf Queen gasping for breath.
But they didn’t dare complain, realizing Aengus could snuff out their lives at any moment. Any sign of disobedience meant certain death.
Aengus unfurled the newly acquired wings from his back—nearly 1.5 meters long, dark-colored with hard, razor-sharp feathers. The power they held was palpable, and he could feel the potential to take flight coursing through him.
Just as he was about to soar into the sky, eager to savor his first moment of flight, an unexpected interruption froze him in place.
“Clap, clap, clap!”
The sound echoed across the battlefield. Bella Bellfrost appeared, a sly smile on her lips, her entourage trailing behind her like shadows.
