My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 121: Duke Haborym Exposed

The altar came down with absolute authority.

BOOOOOOM!!!

Duke Haborym was driven into the earth, the radiant mass of divine stone pinning his towering frame beneath it as the ground beneath gave way, sinking several meters deep under the unbearable weight.

"SEAL!" Corbin’s voice boomed like thunder, resonating across the battlefield.

The golden inscriptions flared violently, each line of scripture burning brighter as if the heavens themselves were enforcing judgment upon a condemned sinner.

Cracks spread across the earth like veins, entire sections of the battlefield collapsing inward as the altar pressed further down.

Witnessing the sheer power of this divine art, Damian was stunned. To think someone this powerful had been walking the streets disguised as a policeman. But then he remembered that he himself was the third prince of hell, hidden beneath the identity of an attorney.

He would have loved to dwell on that thought, but there were more pressing matters. Through everything that had happened, Duke Haborym had not screamed or cried out in resistance. He had remained silent, and that silence was unnatural.

Beneath the crushing force, all three of Duke Haborym’s heads twisted upward, their expressions contorting into something far more sinister than pain. His muscles bulged grotesquely as he resisted, his hands pressed firmly against the descending altar, holding it in place through sheer, monstrous strength.

"Ghhhh...!"

The ground sank deeper, yet it did not fully take him. The attack was deadly, but not enough to threaten a demon noble of his caliber.

Corbin hovered above, his cassock whipping wildly in the violent currents as his golden eyes burned with fervor. His lips moved without pause, his voice rising into a sacred chant that echoed across the collapsing battlefield.

"For the Lord is my light and my salvation... whom shall I fear!"

The sky responded.

The clouds spiraled violently, parting as a radiant point of golden brilliance formed high above, growing brighter with every passing second. The air trembled beneath its presence, a divine force gathering and condensing into something catastrophic.

Meanwhile, Damian felt a shift.

The atmosphere around Duke Haborym began to distort as his presence swelled, growing heavier, denser, more oppressive. The demonic force beneath the altar surged like a caged beast, pressing outward in waves that made the ground quake violently.

Damian’s eyes narrowed.

’He’s not done...’

That single realization killed any thought of relying on Corbin. Without hesitation, Damian raised both hands.

Buzz!

Azure flames burst to life, erupting from his palms with violent intensity. Unlike his crimson inferno, these flames carried a deeper, heavier presence, their glow sharp and piercing as they coiled like living serpents around his arms.

His gaze locked onto the pinned Duke.

"Burn."

Boom!

A torrential blast of azure fire shot forward, crashing into the altar and engulfing Duke Haborym beneath it. The flames roared wildly, pouring into every crack, every gap, seeking to consume the demon where he stood.

At that exact moment, Corbin’s chant reached its peak.

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... I will fear no evil!"

His hand dropped.

"Divine Art: Pillar of Salvation!"

BOOOOOOM!!!

The heavens answered.

A colossal beam of golden light descended from the sky like divine judgment itself, tearing through the clouds and crashing directly onto the altar. The impact was cataclysmic.

Golden light and azure flames merged in a violent convergence, swallowing the entire battlefield in blinding radiance. The ground shattered further as shockwaves ripped outward, reducing everything within range to ruin.

For a moment, victory seemed certain, but Damian’s eyes sharpened. Within the chaos, within the overwhelming clash of divine and demonic forces, he saw it.

A distortion.

Without warning, Duke Haborym vanished in a burst of fire.

FOOOOSH!

The altar crushed nothing.

In an instant, all their attacks struck empty ground. Yet this did not come as a surprise. In fact, it was exactly what they had anticipated. From the very beginning, they had been forcing him into using this skill.

With that in mind, Damian had already moved.

"There!"

His gaze snapped downward.

There, beneath the cracked earth, a slightly thicker patch of darkness slid unnaturally fast, cutting through the ground like a living entity as it raced westward with terrifying speed.

"Little demon. You don’t only control fire. You control the shadow as well?!" Damian growled, murderous light blazing in his eyes.

Now it all made sense.

By unleashing bursts of fire at both his exit and reentry points, he created the illusion of teleportation. Damian had heard of demonic trickery and their cunning nature, but only now did he truly understand how deep it ran.

He did not hesitate.

BAM!

Damian kicked the sky.

His body shot downward like a falling star, spinning violently as he descended. Azure flames erupted from both hands, spiraling outward as his rotation accelerated, the fire stretching, expanding, and twisting until it formed a massive cyclone.

A roaring vortex of azure flames spun like a drill aimed straight at the fleeing shadow.

"YOU’RE NOT ESCAPING!!!" Damian roared.

BOOOOOOM!!!

The cyclone slammed into the ground.

From within the shadow, a response came.

"YOU STUBBORN PRINCE! IF YOU WISH TO DIE SO BADLY, I’LL GRANT YOUR REQUEST!"

RUMBLE!!!

A monstrous hurricane of fire erupted upward, fierce flames twisting violently as Duke Haborym emerged, his roar tearing through the battlefield with unrestrained fury.

"INSOLENT WHELP!!!"

The two forces collided.

Azure cyclone against fiery hurricane. Flames clashed, twisted, devoured each other as sparks exploded outward in every direction. Shockwaves rippled through the air, tearing apart the already ruined battlefield as the sky itself seemed to tremble under their clash.

For a few seconds, they held, perfectly balanced. But then a change occurred.

Duke Haborym’s power surged. The fiery hurricane began to swell, expanding rapidly as its intensity multiplied, pushing against Damian’s cyclone with overwhelming force.

Damian’s expression twisted.

’Too strong!!!’

BOOOOOOM!!!

The hurricane exploded outward.

A devastating burst of hellfire obliterated the azure cyclone, tearing it apart completely as the backlash slammed into Damian’s body.

"UGH!"

He was sent flying.

His body was hurled across the sky like a broken projectile, spinning uncontrollably as the force carried him hundreds of meters away. The wind screamed past him, the world blurred, and then—

BANG!!!

His damaged wings snapped open violently, forcing themselves wide as they caught the air. The sudden resistance shattered his momentum, halting his retreat midair with a thunderous crack that echoed across the battlefield.

Damian hovered there, his wings trembling, scorched and torn, barely holding together. Smoke rose from his body, his chest heaving, yet his eyes still burned with fighting intent.

In fact, his desire to fight, now that he had forced a Duke to stop holding back, swelled even further. Damian wanted to see just how far he could truly take this. He wanted to know his limits as a prince of hell.