The Demon Monarch System-Chapter 528: Fears and Worries

Fears and Worries

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Despite the sudden change in her opponent's presence, Geneva didn't seem frightened by the power. In fact, her wings emitted an odd energy ripple before filling with a mix of Luxuria and Ira. At the same time, her body underwent a change, with her curves becoming more apparent. By spontaneously activating one of her bloodline abilities, Geneva caused the individual to momentarily freeze.

"Oh~? Well isn't this a pleasant sight? Tell me, where were you hiding all of those curves with that scant clothing? Is there something about you that even I'm not aware of?" The individual questioned while rubbing his chin with a lascivious expression.

At this point, he was unable to conceal his desire to Geneva in every way possible. Unfortunately, Geneva wasn't an easy target. Her eyes shifted towards the rapidly moving tentacles before slapping her wings.

They too, underwent a transformation, taking on the appearance of some type of devilish swords to help Geneva deal with the issue of the numerous tentacles. Within moments, the tides turned, growing to a standstill as Geneva's wings worked in tandem with her rapier to sever all the tentacles.

Shockingly, once they were severed, the tentacles dissipated into pinkish motes of unusual runes. Instead of permeating the atmosphere, however, these pinkish motes were reabsorbed by the newcomer's body.

"Oi, all these futile attempts at resolving my attacks are becoming quite annoying. You should act like the others and ultimately become docile before a power that's completely beyond you, especially some wench who has merely reached the Archdemon level," the individual snarled with an annoyed undertone.

Evidently, he wasn't one of those people who enjoyed when their meal put up a fight. It didn't increase the pleasure of conquering, it simply prolonged the inevitable in his eyes, which was completely unacceptable.

Meanwhile, Geneva started to frown even more as she noticed this person's power change once more. It grew more fearsome by the minute, completely surpassing an Archdemon's power threshold and stepping into a Noblesse. With that being said, their Sin Purity elevated to the next level as Geneva pursed her lips.

'This isn't good at all. Why did I have to attract the attention of someone like this? I've never once gone up against a Noblesse. Is it even possible?' Geneva wondered while tightening her grasp around her rapier. Although Fuhrer and Apollo had experienced their fair share of run-ins with Noblesse level characters, the same couldn't be said about Geneva.

After all, the role typically assigned to Geneva was to collect information by tempting her targeting into exposing secrets and vital data. Even though her combat prowess was by no means lacking, Geneva remained skeptical about her ability to battle with those beyond her evolution level.

Even if the system created demons much stronger than the typical caliber, Geneva had no way of knowing this without experiencing it firsthand or Apollo making her privy to this information. Had Apollo filled her in beforehand, perhaps her reaction would be different.

Then again, Geneva also didn't forget that Apollo made a promise to her. He assured that'd he appear before her if she were to ever fall into grave danger while in a distant environment. Unfortunately, Apollo's current condition would make interference different.

He had just started the healing process with Furcas and sending Fuhrer was also out of the question because, in addition to imparting vital knowledge to Xorgrah and the Lords, his Dominion was essentially tapped out. If he were to employ his Dominion in its current state, it would only amount to a mere fraction of what it was truly capable of then.

Should that happen, Fuhrer wasn't sure if he'd be able to overwhelm a Noblesse, much less one who operated on Luxuria, a power that was known for its ability to corrupt and complicate the applications of abilities. Fortunately, as a demon who was of a higher level than the rest, her interaction with the system was more thorough.

While Geneva wasn't aware of the full situation back in Ashiraem, she could sense that something was amiss. Hence, her tumultuous state of mind. Although it had yet to be confirmed, Geneva felt that she would be put in a precarious situation if she didn't invoke her power to the fullest extent.

As that happened, she would also take the time to try and contact Fuhrer. If Apollo wasn't reachable, the next best option would be to have Fuhrer remove her from the situation without furthering the fight.

From what she sensed, this opponent operated strictly on Luxuria with another power that was unrelated to a second Sin Signature. In other words, if she were to run to another Ring, the chances of being followed were abysmal. Be that as it may, this was only true if Geneva managed to escape before the situation deteriorated further.

Suddenly, the individual snapped their fingers, disrupting Geneva's thoughts as another few tentacles, each twice as thick as the previous set, sped towards her positions with viscous pinkish liquid dripping from the fangs attached to the tentacles.

Geneva immediately dodged while attentively watching as the spot she stood was obliterated by the impact of the tentacles. In addition to becoming twice as thick, it seemed the destructive power of the tentacles increased accordingly. Learning this made Geneva fear that the suction of the tentacles increased as well.

As a result, Geneva moved cautiously, slashing her rapier against the nearest tentacle. To her surprise, the exterior of the tentacle was now akin to stone! Her arm trembled faintly after retaliating against the tentacle.

'Not good at all,' Geneva thought with a grimace. She massaged her wristed while locking eyes with the individual before her. This change was truly outside of her expectation. After all, she wasn't aware of the stark contrast between an Archdemon's and a Noblesse's power.

Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for an Archdemon to beat a Noblesse without pristine equipment. For one, the difference in Demon Bodys equated to a fifty percent increase in resilience and power. Thus, Geneva was forced to exhale quietly while closing her eyes.

In the next moment, a tempest of Ira was kicked up, spiraling around her body with a dangerous sensation. Part of the sensation originated from her Stigmata, but the other came from the fact that the aura surrounding her weapon continued to condense.

As one of the most lethal Sins with the strongest attack power, Geneva's first thought was to saturate her weapon in Ira to increase the explosiveness of her attacks. While the outcome was still unknown, Geneva felt her confidence increase as he stigmata continued to deliver strength throughout her body.

'No, there's no need to doubt my ability to overcome this situation. I hail from the Dominus Household, we aren't allowed to feel peril from nameless individuals. It'd be unbecoming of me to allow this man to make me feel hopeless,' Geneva thought to herself as her gaze grew colder. Soon enough, she returned to her earlier calm as her wings flapped subtly.

A gust of infernal winds surged around her body as a screen of darkness appeared within the pinkish haze. As a member of the Dominus Household, she had access to the Baleful Steps. Until now, she just hadn't utilized them as there was no reason to.

"You must feel very big after targeting people who are presumably weaker than you. However, I'm here to tell you that appearances are not to be trusted as this will not be as easy as you believe," Geneva said in a harsh tone.

The mischievous smirk vanished from the individual's face as they clicked their tongue in annoyance. "That's the issue with demons like you. You always believe that you can make your way out of any situation. I'll have you understand that this isn't the case."

The atmosphere underwent an odd change as the area became heavy and flooded with a stifling lust. A small opening appeared behind the individual in which an unsettling demonic eye appeared, flashing with an alarming presence. The tentacles surrounding the individual also shifted from light pink to a pink appearing to be bathed in blood.

Despite her intentions to move, Geneva froze. For some odd reason, watching the tentacles slither about invoked fear in her. After noticing that his technique ensnared Geneva, the individual revealed a malicious grin.

Suddenly, they extended their left arm, and all of the tentacles fired towards Geneva in a straight line. Midway through the attack, the tentacles merged together while spiraling, forming one obscenely large tentacle with absurd fangs.

Right before contact, Geneva's pupils constricted to the size of needless. Reflexively, Geneva's wings closed to protect her, but the impact of the attack was much more terrifying than she could have predicted.

Bang!

Upon contact, Geneva was forced back while also suffering countless ribs of the tentacle continued to press against her wings, soon smashing into the wall behind them.

"Ugh," Geneva groaned while peeking through the opening in her overlapping wings. Her assumption that her opponent used their full strength before was incorrect. The sudden increase in strength shattered Geneva's confidence to beat this opponent.

As a result, Geneva wondered whether this was the end for her. If Apollo or Fuhrer had yet to appear despite the damage that she suffered, then chances were that they wouldn't appear.

However, an impish giggle followed by a disappointed sigh sounded from above both Geneva and this individual.

"Now, now. What drove you to antagonize a lovely lady to this extent? You should truly be ashamed of yourself. As expected of a defective race such as you insufferable wyrms."

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