Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 415
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Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Elysiari monsters
Chapter 415 – Elysiari monsters
The 78th floor of Hell shook as if an earthquake was happening at the slash of Yuki.
The left hand of Pute — the succubus and holder of the Lust Origin — and Gigolo — incubus and holder of the Charm Origin — fell on the ground with a weak thud.
Pink blood heavy with aphrodisiac pattered across the floor.
The silence that followed was suffocating, but the moment the pain registered inside their brains…all hell broke loose.
Their hands regenerated in a heartbeat, then with wrath dancing in their tone,
“We will rape you! And that for eternity to come!” they spat, looking at their opponents with both lust and anger.
Then with one single flicker of their hands, the floor expanded exponentially — big enough to host a whole kingdom — before demons began to pour down upon it like ants.
Pute made a gesture with her hands, and a thick pink fog burst into existence, enveloping the whole space in a world of pink. Followed by that, creatures made of the fog began to emerge, their eyes glowing with flaming pink.
The air was heavy with lust.
Gigolo was not one to be left behind. His body began to glow like a beacon of light, something inside him changing considerably in that process.
The demons around began to snarl, scowl, and growl mindlessly. They surrounded Gigolo, ready to die for him.
Apollonia and Yuki watched with flat eyes, expressions unimpressed.
Looking at the pink fog clinging to their bodies tightly, refusing to let go, they sensed how it was trying to pierce their mind and heart, trying to make them feel an overwhelming lust and devotion to these two whores.
They frowned, feeling disgusted.
Each one used their own method to deal with it. Yuki used sword energy and her Sword Law to sever any type of lust trying to overwhelm her mind. Apollonia, meanwhile, used the Light-made woman behind her, her embrace protecting her from all impure thoughts.
Yet it was not over, Gigolo’s power was subtle but much more intense. His Charm was staggering, and even if he had failed to make the two sisters fall for him…
…he had succeeded enough to make the demons around, and even a couple of Law Creator monsters of Hell, ready to die for a smile of him.
Only seconds after Yuki attacked, the two sisters found themselves against an overwhelming number of enemies. Added to that the fog that blocked even their sight. The situation was becoming dire.
Yet not dire enough for them.
“So,” Yuki began, her eyes becoming more and more piercing and merciless as the seconds passed, “you take who?”
The sword in her hand glowed with an orange hue, then separated into two swords. Two claymores. She took her stance, her body in a attacking position, showing her well-defined abs and muscles flexing with overwhelming power.
The space around began to lag then sever.
“The bitch,” Apollonia answered immediately, her eyes looking at Pute with condescending expression.
Yuki nodded as she felt the demons and pink constructs closing upon them.
She closed her eyes, then snapped them open intensely second later. She exhaled, and her body began to blur before disappearing from her position with searing speed.
With her swords enhanced by her Law and able to cut even concepts, Yuki began to dance inside the pink fog. A lethal dance that made any demons and enemies she encountered find themselves staring at their headless bodies.
The sounds of swords clashing, of blood spraying and splashing on the ground, of the wailing of demons as they found their organs and intestines carpeting the floor…could be heard resonating all around like a broken chorus for the damned.
Yuki moved with merciless precision, and the more she killed, the more her twin swords became even more lethal.
Overhead, a storm of swords fell like a torrent of steel, targeting the demons with surgical precision. The Law Creator monster could do nothing.
Its senses were severed before they could adjust to Yuki’s speed, and it soon found its dozens of hearts lying outside of its body…mangled unapologetically.
Apollonia moved next, not wanting to be beaten by Yuki. Anyone except her. For she knew this sword girl would brag about it for years to come.
That would be agony.
Her power bloated the whole space, and with her control over light…
…Apollonia’s body transformed into molten light and zigzagged across the whole pink floor with speed so fast that time became meaningless.
None could follow.
She used the Light Law, projected it from the future, and managed to see many minutes in advance before they occurred.
That power gave her the ability to not only support Yuki if needed, but also to effectively kill her enemies with minimal effort.
Not even the other Law Creator ranks were the two sisters’ opponents. With one slash from Yuki, they found themselves on the ground choking, gurgling on their own blood.
Apollonia was more subtle, but not less dreadful. She did nothing but touch them.
Only that, and they would either find their bodies devoid of any kind of warmth, making them freeze to death, or Elizabeth would enhance the light they naturally absorbed until their skin began to peel away and their bodies burned into smoldering ashes.
Added to that, she used the reflection of light to reflect the Law Creator monster and make it fight itself.
With Apollonia’s Light and Yuki’s Swords, the pink fog didn’t last long before it was completely destroyed.
Pute and Gigolo found themselves at a loss for words, their faces losing all colors. They looked with utter fear as their puppets were being slaughtered like pigs in farms.
The air was drenched in blood, in the piss of fearful demons facing the two Elysiari monsters, and in the woeful cries of the fallen.
They staggered one step back, and found themselves stepping on intestines and eyeballs of their puppets.
Fear began to poison their mind and soul.
‘RUN! You need to run, you two! Go call Courtisan Lust, she will save you!’
The Lust Origin — a womanly voice — reverberated inside Pute with obvious urgency.
But for one who passed her whole life cuddled beneath the shadow of Courtisan Lust, she was unable to take hold of herself in face of such overwhelming carnage.
Gigolo was no better.
Seeing them unable to move, Lust and Charm took upon themselves the duty to warn their true master.
They immediately flew out of the bodies of the two, trying to go deep into the lower floors, but no such option existed.
The light-made woman of Elizabeth blocked their way, before her mouth opened wide and breathed a ray of light toward the two Origins.
Followed, slashes whipped through the wind and cut off their legs.
Lust and Charm began to shriek in both pain and outrage.
But none of that mattered.
Apollonia and Yuki were a merciless duo, and there was no mercy inside them.
But all of these were only possible because one being was sitting at the door of the 7th floor, in front of him a bunch of demons with overwhelming energy radiating from them.
Asaemon watched the True Lords of Hell, staring down at him with different kinds of eyes.
There were Courtisan Lust, Prideful Ruler, Devouring Dragon of Hell, Child of Envy, Eyes of Sloth, Greed Spawn, and Wrathful Lord.
Behind them, sitting calmly on a throne made of living demons, was the very Progenitor of Demons, Asmodeus, looking at his old friend with irritation evident on his face.
Asaemon’s body had changed. With his Elysiari form, he had four horns on his head, each of them made with the blood and flesh of monsters. They crowned him perfectly.
Behind him were his encompassing wings, hiding away the light of the floor they found themselves on. It was crimson, but if one looked closely, one could see the images of many kinds of monsters hidden inside.
He didn’t activate his Vael tattoos, finding it yet not adequate. At his side was his crimson wolf gifted by his brother.
The wolf glared at the demons fearlessly.
“What are you doing, Abomination?” Wrath growled, his crimson eyes dripping with anger, “who gave you the audacity to attack our home? Are you tired of living?”
Each of his words was accompanied by a surge of aura, pressing down on everyone present.
Though none of them found it threatening.
“Interesting,” Courtisan Lust slurred, “your race has changed, my love Asaemon.”
Asaemon spared her a look of disgust.
“Right? I am so envious!!” Child of Envy bit her lips while looking at the beautiful shape of Asaemon. She really wanted to look like him.
And she felt like she could. Her eyes began to glow subtly.
Pride didn’t speak, finding it beneath him to entertain such a folly. Sloth was sleeping, though none among them would tempt their luck to attack her.
Gluttony and Greed watched with weird smiles.
Facing so many questions, Asaemon smiled.
“Well, dear friends, can you give me some face today? Let’s have some tea party. It’s been a while I attacked you, isn’t it? Let’s catch up to the old times.”
Courtisan’s smile deepened, “Talking while my toys are being attacked?” Her smile turned cold, “my love, are you mocking me?”
Asaemon shrugged, “Not quite. Would you like to see when I mock someone?”
“You think you can go against all of us?” Greed snickered, “Don’t tell me your new appearance gives you that much confidence, monstrous bastard.”
The Elysiari of Monsters smirked, his eyes glowing sinisterly, “Ah, yes, I did not present my new self, did I?”
He raised his hands wing-like, “I am Asaemon Rade Vaelgrim, Elysiari of Monsters, brother of the Progenitor Noah Vaelgrim and inhabitant of Laeh.”
The floor wavered as Asaemon looked deep into Asmodeus’s eyes,
“And none shall go past me today.”
He grinned.
“I have my sisters-in-law up there, you see?”
“But if you are displeased with this peaceful arrangement. Then please, by all means…”
Asaemon’s whole body began to be covered by billions of monstrous eyes of all types of monsters inside the universe.
Even his lips, his tongue were covered with them, blinking eerily.
The Sins instinctively took one step back, as Asaemon’s demonic voice boomed through the whole Hell,
“…be my guest.”
—End of Chapter 415—