'Will I truly be forced to use that here?'

Lucas Streem gritted his teeth as the thought flashed across his mind.

'There are too many people here, but'

Sir Theon was relentless. With the strengthening of his Demonic Providence, Lucas completely lost his original advantage.

However, to truly use "that," meant to abandon almost everything he'd worked so long for.

'My position will be in danger as long as anyone who sees me survives. If I leave alone, there will be additional suspicions that will lead to my being exposed. At the end of the day, I must use it to survive.'

Lucas' eyes hardened.

It had been many years since he first converted, and ever since that fateful day when his destiny changed completely, he'd been meticulously planning his steps so he could gain the most benefits from any situation he found himself in.

The war in the Blood-Drenched Wilderness was one of these plans.

In fact, the Blood-Drenched Wilderness was only coincidentally drawn into his plan.

Due to the mysterious destruction of one of the Nox Strongholds and the death of the Nox's Heavenly Demon Candidate, a buzz of rumors began to spread about the area.

Lucas capitalized on this buzz, nurturing it into a wildfire that eventually consumed the entire domain and descended it into chaos.

Merely, Lucas never expected a Void Corridor to open.

And he never expected a force greater than his own would also be meddling in the Blood-Drenched Wilderness' affairs.

Nevertheless, the conditions inside the Void Corridor were extremely advantageous for him. With everyone dying left and right, wouldn't his plan continue without fail?

Especially

His eyes landed on Sir Theon who was rapidly approaching.

This man was the goal of the Blood-Drenched Wilderness plan. The entire operation was a front to lure out a Supreme and put him in an unfavorable position.

'At that point, I can devour him and grow. I am just barely below the line of Divinity now. If I can consume a few Supremes, I will be able to take the final step!'

The Nox were a cannibalistic race. No matter how strong they got, the most effective method of evolution was to consume their own kind.

Nox Worshippers didn't obtain this ability, at least, not upon their initial corruption.

However, Lucas Streem was different from the other Nox Worshippers Damien had met. Lucas was a man who'd reached the 9th revolution of extreme peak 4th class as a Nox Worshipper, and as a reward for his efforts, he also gained several of the Nox's qualities.

Of these was the ability to consume the Nox to grow.

As Lucas' blood was nearly completely corrupted by now, he was closer to Nox than Demon anyway.

Therefore, when the time came to make an impulsive decision, he didn't hesitate for long.

VOOM!

An explosion of murky black mana surrounded Lucas. His bloody metal mana was corrupted by this color, turning into a dirty grey color as it swirled in the air.

Lucas' form went through a massive change, becoming demonic to the extreme. Horns, wings, a tail, and even sleek reptilian skin covered Lucas' body, exponentially empowering him.

Ha!

Lucas let out a short shout as he charged forward and met Sir Theon head-on,

BOOOOOOOOM!

A murky black aura collided with a Partial Divinity. The air exploded, space shivered and trembled, and an expansive line of spatial cracks opened up in the sky, polluting the air with chaos.

"Hahaha! So that's how it is!" Sir Theon exclaimed immediately.

"You selfish bastard! You actually dare to consume me?!"

Sir Theon's emotions boiled. It was one thing for him to battle an expert of the universe, but now, this battle was an internal struggle.

A greedy man wanted to bite off more than he could chew.

Did he actually think Supremes were soft persimmons?

How could Sir Theon not feel rage?

"Fool! Allow me to show you the power of a true Nox!" He roared.

His mana raged, covering his body in a terrifying black armor. Hellflames and black ice surrounded him on both sides, ignoring their differences and melding into a single attack that shot out with utmost ferocity.

B-B-BOOOOOM!

The attack was shaped like a bullet of compressed energy, and its existence already ripped through the air before it even started moving.

It approached Lucas at lightning speed and exploded into a rain of icy flames.

Lucas' face hardened. His eyes darted from side to side as he judged the trajectory and danger of the attack. His body, now empowered by the release of his true form, moved like a loach as he dodged every single piece of mana that Sir Theon sent at him.

Slowly but surely, he inched closer and closer to the enemy, and once he was less than a kilometer away

'Magnetic Impact!'

He clenched his fist. The iron that he couldn't quite control because of his previous disadvantage came under his reign.

"Hak!" Sir Theon exclaimed as his body jerked to a halt.

He tried to move his arm, but it felt like it was weighed down by the weight of a planet.

"Hahahahaha!" Lucas laughed maniacally.

"A Supremea true Supremehahahaha!"

To actually try to consume a Supreme was insane. Even Lucas was aware of that.

The reason he had confidence was his special ability. Unlike others, he had a sort of inviolable control that allowed him to ignore strength differences as long as he could play his cards right.

If he could gain control over an enemy's body before they blocked his interference, it was over for them.

"You are my pawn, Sir Theon! Your only purpose is to feed me! Hahahaha!"

Sir Theon was just now learning about the seemingly absolute truth of this statement.

He tried to move his body, but nothing he tried mattered at all. After all, his body itself was the chain holding him down.

Meanwhile, Lucas circled him without a care in the world, caressing his body and slowly cutting into it as if savoring a delicacy. His mouth constantly moved, spewing an unending rain of nonsense into Sir Theon's ears.

"You pathetic being. Allow me to put you out of your misery." Lucas said.

'Dammit!' Sir Theon roared inwardly, unable to open his mouth. He glared at Lucas in hatred as he willed his entire body to move.

His mana flared and roared, causing constant quakes in the atmosphere.

At some point, Sir Theon felt a slight portion of his movement ability return.

But at the same time, Lucas had already begun slicing into his arm, eating it whole without a care for his surroundings at all.

He must've realized it.

He must've realized that there wasn't a sane soul remaining in the heavenly vine's vicinity.

He must've realized what the heavenly vine was doing, he simply didn't care.

Why would he care about something that didn't affect him? There was a prime meal in front of his eyes, simply waiting to be devoured.

The battle in the sky suddenly became strange.

Rather than two opponents fighting for life and death

It was more of a standoff between predator and prey, merely, the prey was still undecided.

After all, Sir Theon was absolutely not going to allow himself to die like this.