Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely - Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Demon’s Hatred Beam, Two More Deaths
The demon stood there, unmoving, as if waiting for Sam’s command.

It held the [Swords of Hatred], and the [Hatred Boost] made its already fearsome power even more monstrous.

It looked like a shadow pulled from the core of hell itself, a creature that existed only to destroy.

Sam studied it, his crimson eyes glinting faintly behind the fog.

‘I’m guessing that if it gets attacked or receives too much damage, it’ll die,’ he thought. ‘And I control it…’

That meant victory wouldn’t come from brute force alone.

To win, Sam would have to use this demon carefully.

He couldn’t afford a single wasted move.

“Can you act by yourself?” Sam asked.

The demon tilted its head but didn’t move otherwise.

It didn’t speak, didn’t twitch, didn’t even breathe.

It was like a statue of malice.

“Huh… Raise one of your hands.”

He gave the order simply, and the demon obeyed without hesitation.

Its arm rose smoothly, its claws curling faintly.

“So I’m guessing that controlling you means giving you orders,” Sam nodded, more to himself than to anyone else. “Good.”

Aura Radar.

A pulse of red energy rippled out from him like a wave of blood, painting the world around him in outlines of light.

Through the dense smoke and distorted air, he saw the flickering auras of the celestials regrouping ahead.

A wide grin crept across his face.

He immediately lifted a hand and pointed through the fog.

“Fire a [Hatred Beam] at the celestial I’m pointing at,” he commanded. “Then we’ll both attack. Focus on Damon and cut him apart.”

At that, the demon’s eyes flared like embers dragged from a furnace.

It turned its head toward where Sam pointed, a low hum building in its chest.

Then a crimson glow began to form just in front of its body, pulsing violently as energy gathered.

The orb of hatred grew rapidly, swelling larger with each beat until it was nearly fifty meters across.

The air around it shook with raw pressure.

Far ahead, in the clearing where the celestials stood, Lucien frowned.

“Huh. Are you guys feeling that?” he asked.

“What?”

“It’s coming from the smoke…”

Sam’s expression didn’t change.

He expected their attention the moment the attack charged.

It didn’t matter, it was part of the plan.

He had accounted for everything.

And as the crimson sphere reached its peak, it suddenly stopped pulsing, and exploded forward.

BOOM!

The [Hatred Beam] tore through the mist, racing toward Lucien at impossible speed.

It was so fast that none of the celestials had time to even react.

They had believed the [True Primordial] dead, reduced to ashes by Damon’s earlier attack.

Now a destructive blast had emerged from the very smoke where his body had fallen.

Lucien’s eyes widened.

‘Shit!’

He immediately tried to move, wings snapping open, but he knew he wouldn’t make it.

It was too fast.

‘It’s over!’ he thought, horror flashing across his face.

He could feel the devastation behind the attack, it was on par with Damon’s own [Beam of Eternity].

If it hit, he would vanish.

But at the very last moment—

BULL CHARGE!

Grok appeared beside him in a flash of motion, his body bursting with divine energy.

He tackled Lucien out of the way with a brutal shoulder strike.

BAM!

Lucien was sent flying, barely escaping the incoming beam.

‘Grok?!’ Lucien’s eyes went wide. ‘SHIT!’

In that frozen instant, as the world seemed to slow, Grok turned his gaze toward the source of the attack.

Through the haze, he saw them. Two figures.

The first, a featureless demon, its entire face blank except for its glowing crimson eyes.

And behind it, the one commanding it.

A shape cloaked in darkness, with only burning eyes and a sharp grin visible through the shadows.

The sheer aura that radiated from that figure made Grok’s chest tighten.

It wasn’t just powerful, it was pure destruction made flesh.

He had seen Primordials before, but this one felt worse.

It wasn’t its appearance that terrified him, it was the feeling. The weight of it.

The certainty that this thing was far beyond anything he could ever hope to touch.

But that was the last thing Grok ever saw.

BOOM!

The [Hatred Beam] tore through him like paper.

Even as he tried to shield himself, even as he activated [Bull Buff], it didn’t matter.

His body disintegrated in an instant.

Not even ashes remained.

The beam scorched the air and carved deep scars into the earth before it finally dissipated.

When it ended, silence fell.

The celestials stared in disbelief.

Another one of their own, gone in an instant.

Lucien’s chest heaved. “FOCUS!” he roared.

All of them turned toward the dense smoke, weapons ready.

“IT’S… NOT OVER!”

Sweat beaded down their faces as they looked into the mist, hearts pounding.

They had been so sure they’d won.

So sure the Primordial was dead.

And yet, somehow, one of them had fallen again.

Just how much would it take to kill this thing?

The fog stirred.

A low wind began to rise.

And the celestials, one by one, readied themselves for another round.

This time, they would make sure his body was destroyed, no mistakes, no mercy.

He was alone, after all. Right?

Inside the mist, Sam grinned, his eyes glinting like twin coals.

‘Alright,’ he thought, ‘Now we kill the giant mage.’

The [Demon of Hatred] looked up, locking its glowing eyes on the enormous purple-robed mage standing in the distance.

The air around it trembled as its swords flared, the hatred inside it burning to be released.

‘You go when I say so,’ Sam told it mentally. ‘I’ll distract them.’

He took a deep breath, steadying his pulse. Then he moved.

In an instant, Sam rushed out of the smoke, crimson aura trailing behind him.

“There!” Lucien shouted. “He’s here!”

He immediately unleashed a barrage of [Spears of Requiem], filling the air with blinding streaks of white energy.

Sam gritted his teeth as he moved through the chaos.

His body still ached from Maeva’s devastating blow earlier, but the fact that he’d survived, that he’d killed one of them, filled him with renewed drive.

Pain didn’t matter.

He still had strength to fight, and that was enough.

“ALL ON HIM!” Damon bellowed, his enormous form gathering power. “NO BACKING AWAY!”

Levi, Seris, Olivia, and Maeva all prepared to strike as one, their respective energies flaring.

The air around them cracked under the pressure.

Everything came to a peak, every celestial ready to end this in a single coordinated strike.

And then, as tension reached its highest point…

‘Now,’ Sam thought. ‘Kill.’

The instant he gave the command—

BOOM!

The sound split the battlefield as the [Demon of Hatred] burst from the mist like a shadow of apocalypse.

It moved faster than any of them could track, its presence suddenly appearing right before Damon.

The celestials turned in shock.

“What the—”

Damon didn’t even finish his words.

The demon swung one of its burning blades downward in a single, brutal motion.

SHIELD OF ETERNITY!

Damon summoned his defense instantly, but it was useless.

The Sword of Hatred cleaved straight through the radiant barrier like it was made of glass.

The sound of shattering light filled the air, followed by the scream of raw energy splitting open.

Then the demon’s wings snapped forward, propelling it into another swing.

Damon’s eyes widened, there was no time to react.

The blade came down again.

And in the next heartbeat, the celestial’s body was cut clean in half.

The upper half spun into the air, and before it could even hit the ground, the demon twisted and swung again, decapitating him completely.

The severed head fell, hitting the dirt as Damon’s massive form dissolved back into his original body.

Sam smirked, dodging another barrage of [Spears of Requiem].

‘Good,’ he thought. ‘So… close…’

He could barely breathe from the strain, but it didn’t matter.

Another celestial down. Only five remained now.

[10 gone, 5 left.]

The battlefield was silent for a heartbeat, the air heavy with the echo of death.