Chapter 262: Self-Destructive Inferno of the Balor Fire Demon
"Hahaha! Red Dragon! I can feel it—the Abyss is staring at me. My revenge is almost within reach!"
"Ascension!"
The Fallen Giant laughed maniacally, though his current form was nothing short of grotesque. His entire body trembled violently, eyes and ears blazing with blinding yellow light. Cracks tore across his skin, widening with each passing second, revealing a pulsing, otherworldly glow from the depths of the Abyss—thick, swirling black mist seeping out from within.
A chaotic and awe-inspiring force tore through his body, disassembling it only to rebuild it anew. In the maelstrom of smoke and shadow, the giant ripped open his own flesh and blood-meat, tearing out the tangled mass of organs—abandoning his former Frost Giant form entirely, sacrificing himself as nourishment to feed the Abyss. Then, from the raw chaos, he forged a new body—pure, unadulterated demon.
A true demon.
Where once there had been a giant, now stood a monstrous being with fleshy wings sprouting from its back, horns curling from its skull. Its body glistened a raw, pulsing crimson—like exposed muscle and blood.
With a casual flick of his arm, the demon drew forth from thin air a colossal whip of writhing, flaming fire. With his other hand, he plucked from the swirling chaos a jagged storm sword, crackling with violent lightning.
"Kai Xiusu… I will kill you."
The demon grinned fiercely, each word dripping with venomous hatred.
Like the infamous paradox of Theseus’ Ship, every part of Koman had been replaced by Abyssal matter. The man he once was had vanished—erased. Now, only a new demon remained, carrying Koman’s memories like a ghost in a borrowed shell.
[Newborn Balor Fire Demon - Koman]
Challenge Rating: 18 (20,000 experience points)
Kai Xiusu stared at the reborn demon before him.
"Balor Fire Demon?"
The Balor Fire Demon was one of the most powerful entities in the Bottomless Abyss—second only to the ancient, grotesque Lords who ruled its depths. These beings were living embodiments of primordial evil, commanding legions of lesser demons, the ultimate aspiration for every common fiend.
Yet the creature before him pulsed with unstable energy—like a bomb on the verge of detonation. It was clearly a temporary form, born of sacrifice, not the true, ancient might of a genuine Balor.
Still, the fact that this being had been granted even temporary power as a Balor Fire Demon was no small thing. The hand behind it—some demonic Lordship—was no mere pawn.
And that was what truly worried Kai Xiusu.
He didn’t fear the newborn demon. But the one controlling it—the so-called Revenant Demon—was a mystery, a shadowy threat, infinitely more dangerous.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Red Dragon… are you afraid?"
The Balor Fire Demon roared, whipping his flaming whip toward Kai Xiusu’s neck, aiming to ensnare him.
In normal circumstances, the whip would have wrapped around the target, dragging them into the demon’s scorching, fire-wreathed body—then subjected to merciless assault.
But this was no mortal opponent.
Kai Xiusu caught the whip with one massive claw, his expression one of mild curiosity.
"Did the Abyssal Current fry your brain?
You actually think you can compete with a Red Dragon—on fire and strength?"
The demon strained, pulling with all his might, but the whip remained locked in place—its other end firmly gripped by the Red Dragon’s claw.
To a mortal, the heat would be unbearable—melt flesh, vaporize bone. But to Kai Xiusu, it was as nothing. Barely warmer than the residual heat from his own slumber.
"Pathetic."
Then, Kai Xiusu yanked.
The Balor Fire Demon, unprepared, was violently dragged forward—crashing into the Red Dragon’s massive frame.
"Kai Xiusu, you’re asking for death!"
The demon snarled, swinging his storm sword—lightning crackling violently as it slashed toward Kai Xiusu’s neck.
But the Red Dragon’s body pulsed with dense, living electricity. The lightning was instantly absorbed by his Storm Resonance Body, feeding into it—amplifying, transforming.
A thunderbolt, twice as powerful, tore from his body.
CRACK!
The sky split open. A bolt of divine fury descended—striking the Balor Fire Demon with devastating force.
He convulsed, his body blackened, scorched, trembling.
Kai Xiusu tightened his grip on the flaming whip, then whipped the demon into the air—sending him crashing back down with brutal force.
THUD!
"Is this your revenge?"
A faint smirk tugged at Kai Xiusu’s lips. The Balor Fire Demon wielded fire and lightning—powers nearly identical to his own—but each was weaker, crude, lacking precision. It was as if the demon had been crafted as a perfect, natural punching bag—specifically for him.
Words poured from his mouth, but his hands never stopped.
The Red Dragon’s muscles coiled like steel cables. One after another, he slammed the demon into the earth, driving deep craters into the ground—each impact leaving a human-shaped depression in the soil.
"Enough!"
Finally, the Balor Fire Demon tore the whip from his grip, wrenching himself free from the endless punishment.
He staggered to his feet, eyes blazing with fury—pure, unfiltered humiliation.
His enemy—the Red Dragon—was treating him like a toy.
As a demon of the Abyss’s highest tier, he had more tricks.
Koman instinctively reached for his Blasphemous Utterance, but paused.
The Red Dragon was likely Chaotic Evil—unpredictable, wild. He didn’t want to be manipulated again.
"No more games," he growled. "I’ll give you the madness of the Abyss!"
His eyes flared with wild, chaotic light—the very essence of the Abyss. He unleashed his innate Spell-like Ability.
[Soul-Stealing Gaze]
A psychic torrent of madness surged forth. The gaze could halve a victim’s Wisdom, drive them into utter insanity—only used when facing an enemy too powerful to defeat through force.
But before the ability could manifest—Kai Xiusu’s eyes flickered first.
A shimmer of illusion bloomed.
[Tiamat’s Terrifying Illusion]
Before the Balor Fire Demon’s eyes, a monstrous five-headed, five-colored dragon materialized—its roar shook the heavens. From each of its heads poured torrents of fire, frost, acid, and lightning—unleashing chaos upon the battlefield.
"No… this can’t be!
You can’t summon a true Divine Being!"
The demon gritted his teeth. He knew it was a phantom—yet the terror it evoked was real. The psychic assault had already carved wounds into his mind, manifesting as physical scars upon his tortured form.
When the illusion shattered—
Kai Xiusu was already there.
Before him, the Dragon Crystal on his chest flared with the eyes of a spine-laden predator. His porous organs exhaled white smoke. From his maw burst a column of searing white flame—intense, blinding.
But this was not the end.
The Red Dragon’s jaw gaped wider—its neck and tail erupted with twin rows of dazzling flame-tails. The Dragon Crystal blazed with internal fire, the flame column intensifying—its outer edge now tinged with a faint, unearthly blue.
Extreme Flame Breath.
BOOM!
In just a few breaths, the column pierced through the Balor Fire Demon’s chest—blasting through his body, vaporizing his beating, evil heart in an instant.
Even with immense resistance to fire, the demon could not withstand such overwhelming power.
The Balor Fire Demon stared up at the Red Dragon, eyes filled with hatred.
"No… no…"
"This… shouldn’t be!"
His body wracked with violent tremors. One trembling hand rose, reaching for the enemy—trying to clutch him, to drag him down. But his life was spent—flickering like a dying candle.
Kai Xiusu stepped back, effortlessly dodging the feeble grasp.
With a flick of his claw, he cast Dragon Spell: [Egg of Protection]—a swirling, egg-shaped rift in reality.
In a flash of radiant magic, he vanished—transported to a hidden alternate dimension, safe beyond the Prime Material Plane.
"No—!"
The Balor Fire Demon roared in anguish, his voice raw with despair. His mouth, nose, and eyes burst with blinding light—flashing rapidly, consuming his entire body. His monstrous form became a ticking time bomb.
Then—
KA-BOOM!
An explosion of cataclysmic force erupted.
The shockwave tore through the land, incinerating everything in its path—demons, rocks, trees, earth. The entire slope was flattened. Abyssal flames roared across the scorched earth like a living inferno.
The shockwave rippled for miles, shaking the very peaks of the Anstica Mountains.
This was [Self-Destructive Inferno]—the most spectacular phenomenon of a great demon’s death. A final, blazing farewell, a grand firework lit by the sacrifice of a soul.
But the greatest audience—the one who had been promised revenge—was already gone.
Safe.
Far away.
And watching from the shadows.
(End of Chapter)
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