Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 684 - Demian Ascends (Full-Length)
King Alorik vs Prince Stolas.
"Even on the brink of death, you still waste your breath," Prince Stolas sneered. "Well, I have no time for this. Goodbye."
The crimson magic circles surrounding King Alorik spun faster, their patterns glowing brighter as streams of magic missiles erupted, one after another, slamming into his broken and bloodied form.
Yet, just as the barrage reached its peak… it suddenly ceased!
Silence fell as swiftly as the assault had begun.
A low growl, almost a whimper, escaped the demon prince’s throat. King Alorik, battered and on the verge of collapse, mustered what little strength he had to lift his head. His gaze, blurred and heavy, sought the reason for the unnatural pause.
And there, just behind Prince Stolas, stood a figure cloaked in shadows. The demon’s glowing eyes widened in shock as a blade’s edge glinted cruelly in the dim light—a dagger, its sharp tip protruding through his throat from behind.
The dagger twisted, eliciting a sickening squelch, and the thick, dark blood of the demon prince gushed forth. His body shuddered violently, and he dropped to his knees, clutching at the wound as life drained from him.
Behind him, the figure responsible for the strike came into full view. A man with a sly, knowing smile stood tall, his chin lifted slightly. Draped in a royal green cloak, his long golden hair caught the faint light.
"I killed him for you, my brother," the man said.
"Demian..." King Alorik’s voice was weak, barely a whisper, as he looked up at the figure of his brother.
"I see you’re suffering," Demian replied, shaking his head slowly, a faint smirk lingering on his lips. "I know this is painful, but let me finish something first. After that, perhaps I’ll consider helping you."
With a casual flick of his hand, Demian conjured a massive magic circle beneath the writhing body of Prince Stolas.
Shadows coiled and slithered upward, forming tendrils that ensnared the demon prince. The air crackled as a burst of energy erupted from Stolas’s form, streaming toward Demian in a visible arc of light, merging with him as if feeding his very essence.
"Hm… invigorating," Demian murmured, his lips curving into a sly smile. "The life force of a Named Demon ranked 36… I must admit, I quite like it."
He turned to face King Alorik. Lowering his head slightly, he whispered. "You really are in a pathetic state, my dear brother."
"Your sins... will not go... unpunished... Demian..." King Alorik rasped, each word strained and labored.
"Punished?" Demian chuckled softly. "I wonder, who’s left that could challenge me once this is over?"
He gestured toward the fading form of Prince Stolas, now little more than a vessel drained of power.
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"I’m absorbing the life force of this pitiful Named Demon—ranked 36, no less. A creature you struggled to defeat."
"And," Demian added with a glint in his eye, "once I’m done, I’ll take my prize from you as well. That Golden Paragon avatar of yours... I find it quite appealing."
As the last of Prince Stolas’s energy was drawn into Demian, the air around them began to shift. The oppressive darkness of the domain lifted, the suffocating gloom giving way to a brighter, clearer atmosphere. The dome-shaped barrier that had enclosed them shimmered like a soap bubble, then burst, leaving the sky open above the city once more.
But the scene outside was far from peaceful. The streets of the city were still teeming with demons, their monstrous forms wreaking havoc and spreading terror among the people. The battle was far from over, and though the barrier had fallen, the city remained a battleground.
"The stage is set," he muttered. "And now, the real performance begins."
As the domain finally dissolved, the scene inside the city was once again revealed to the world. Spirit beasts carrying broadcasting cameras hovered above, capturing every detail of the chaos for viewers far and wide. What they transmitted was nothing short of horrifying—a city in ruins, far worse than anything imagined.
The buildings that once stood proudly were reduced to rubble. Blood stained the streets, and countless demons rampaged uncontrollably through the capital. Knights fought valiantly, but their numbers were dwindling. The sheer overwhelming force of the demon horde left them hopelessly outnumbered.
Inside the shattered remnants of homes, demons had invaded, slaughtering anyone who hadn’t already fled or fallen. Cries of terror and agony filled the air, underscoring the grim reality of the invasion. The heart of the Dissidia Kingdom was teetering on the brink of total collapse.
In the midst of the carnage, King Alorik was an unmistakable figure. Bloodied and broken, he knelt in the center of the city, his strength spent, his once commanding presence reduced to a tragic shell of its former self.
In the midst of the destruction, a single figure stood as the clear victor. Demian, the younger brother of King Alorik.
At his feet lay the lifeless body of the Named Demon, Prince Stolas, its energy now absorbed by Demian.
Those watching could do little but tremble at the gravity of what they were seeing. The Dissidia Kingdom’s capital city, the seat of power and governance, lay in ruins. For the first time since Immortal Legacy began, a major city—not just any city, but the kingdom’s capital—had been brought to the brink of total annihilation.
[Dragonis86]: "King Alorik: I trained my whole life for this moment. Demian: Sorry, this is my main character arc now."
[Moonley]: "Why is the camera zooming in on Demian’s smug face?? I can’t tell if I want to punch him or ask him to join my squad. 🤔🤣"
[Deividas_Pretkus_5999]: "Demian’s energy is giving ’you didn’t invite me to your birthday party, so now I destroy everything.’ 😂"
[Lukas_Auer]: "The devs watching all this happen: ’Guys, did we give Demian too many buffs?’ 🤦♂️"
[Kerwin_Kantrud]: "Breaking news: The Named Demon wasn’t even the final boss. It was a family drama all along."
[WhitakerD]: "Who do I contact for a refund? I moved to the capital for ’safety’ and now the demons are treating my house like a McDonald’s drive-thru."
"I must say thank you, brother," Demian said, his voice calm as he examined the dagger in his hand. "Because you chose your useless daughter as your successor," he added with a smirk.
"Greed and envy have blinded you, Demian," King Alorik replied weakly.
"They fuel me," Demian retorted. "They’ve given me power far beyond anything I ever thought possible."
"You sold everything to the demon."
"I gained the world," Demian said softly. "I got everything... and this," he gestured to the destruction around them, "this beautiful face of ruin—your masterpiece, gifted to me."
Demian paused, his gaze shifting as if he suddenly noticed the cameras capturing his every move. Turning toward them, he offered a faint smile. "I will become the strongest and rule Yunatea."
Then, as if the world’s eyes no longer concerned him, he turned back to King Alorik. "And don’t worry, brother," he said coldly. "Your daughter will join you soon enough."
With those final words, Demian thrust the dagger into the king’s throat. Alorik’s body shuddered as blood poured from his neck and mouth. His strength ebbed, and he froze in place. Moments later, his form began to flicker, breaking apart into glowing pixels before vanishing entirely.
The silence that followed was deafening. The cameras captured the harrowing image of King Alorik’s death and the grim figure of Demian standing alone in the ruins.
[ShadowLink2048]: "King Alorik’s last words: ’Bro wtf.’"
[Pxugg]: "HELLOOOO WHERE IS BROKEN?? This is his moment, right? Or is he still crafting legendary toast in Slumdon?’"
[Pjspectre]: "Y’all acting shocked like Demian didn’t have villain vibes from DAY ONE. 😂"
[John_Kelbaugh]: "Demian to the camera: ’New phone wallpaper, anyone?’"
[Ricky_Mcdaniel]: "Not me thinking Demian was gonna say ’just kidding, bro’ after stabbing the King... Welp, Dissidia’s gone. Who’s got popcorn for what happens next??"
[Zammybunny]: "BROKEN where you at?? This man Demian just speedrunning a villain arc!! Someone CALL THE MC!"
Demian tilted his neck, the darkened veins standing out starkly as blackened blood seemed to flow through them. His confusion was evident as he glanced at his hand, then turned his gaze toward where the King had once kneeled.
His expression shifted, frustration and anger consuming him in an instant.
"WHERE IS THE GOLDEN PARAGON?!" he bellowed.
A sudden explosion of energy radiated from him, a wave that cracked the ground and sent dust swirling into the air.
He turned abruptly, his eyes locking onto a point in the distance. Without hesitation, Demian propelled himself forward with blinding speed, the cameras struggling to keep up as they tracked his every move.
He came to an abrupt halt before a small, ominous domain shrouded in shadowy tendrils.
Everyone watching already knew the truth—there was only one person capable of creating such a domain, and they could only guess who might be hidden within.
