My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 124: Asura Bloodline

Two massive protrusions tore out from beneath his shoulder blades, forcing their way through muscle and skin as new limbs began to form. Blood sprayed outward as bones extended rapidly, elongating and twisting into shape before being wrapped in layers of dense, demonic muscle.

Another pair followed.

Then another.

Each arm forced its way into existence with violent resistance, tearing through his own body as though even his flesh struggled to contain what he was becoming.

Six arms.

Six massive, grotesquely powerful limbs unfurled from his back, each one larger and more defined than the last. Muscles coiled tightly beneath crimson skin, veins pulsing with raw demonic force as clawed fingers flexed one after another.

The air around him distorted.

Heat surged outward in violent waves as his demonic presence multiplied several times over, pressing down on the battlefield like an invisible mountain.

But it did not stop there.

His torso expanded further, his chest broadening as his ribs pushed outward, reshaping his entire upper body into something far more monstrous. His original arms thickened, growing denser, while the newly formed limbs settled into perfect symmetry behind him.

"GHHH—!"

And then the fire on his torch turned emerald. The green flames surged, responding to his transformation as if feeding off his evolution.

Bang!

The ground beneath him collapsed further. Cracks spread outward in all directions as the sheer weight of his presence crushed the earth beneath his feet. Loose debris lifted into the air, trembling under the pressure before being reduced to dust.

When he finally stood, it was no longer the same being. Duke Haborym, Commander of Twenty Six Legions, had shed restraint.

Demonic Blood Line: Asura!

All six of his arms flexed slowly, as his three heads turned in unison toward Damian. When he spoke, his voices overlapped with several voices, carrying a weight that felt capable of crushing the soul itself.

"You have forced my hand... little prince."

The air trembled.

His demonic force erupted outward in a violent surge, far denser and more oppressive than before, swallowing the battlefield in its overwhelming presence.

"Now..."

All six hands clenched while the green torch roared.

"Try and survive this."

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It was not just the system. Damian’s instincts screamed danger like never before.

Duke Haborym’s laughter slowly faded, replaced by a chilling calm that spread across all three of his faces. His six burning eyes locked onto Damian, and for a brief moment, the chaos of the battlefield fell silent beneath the weight of that gaze.

"You..." all three of Duke Haborym’s voices overlapped, low and heavy, "I will save for last."

Before Damian could react, the Duke vanished. This time there was no burst of fire and no puff of smoke. He simply disappeared, causing Damian’s eyes to widen as his instincts screamed in alarm.

For a split second, he felt it.

A presence.

Right beside him.

Duke Haborym was walking past him.

Not rushing. Not dashing. Just walking.

And he could not react. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

As the Duke passed, Damian felt all three heads turn slightly, their eyes dragging across him with a slow, deliberate stare that sent a cold spike down his spine.

Then—

BOOOOOOM!!!

A thunderous explosion shook the battlefield.

Damian’s head snapped back, and what he saw made his pupils shrink.

Corbin was seated on the ground, frozen, his eyes wide with shock. Standing in front of him was Gilbert, his massive form planted firmly like an immovable wall.

One of his wings had expanded outward, used to block three massive fists.

Duke Haborym’s right arms had already struck.

’Wasn’t he just walking past?’ Damian was stunned.

All three punches had been thrown at once, aimed directly at Corbin’s head, but Gilbert’s wing had intercepted them, the divine feathers burning as they resisted the overwhelming force.

The impact alone shattered the ground beneath them.

Cracks spread outward like spiderwebs as the air screamed from the collision.

"I have been tasked with protecting this mortal. Even if the demon lord were here, I would resist," Gilbert said in a cold and calm tone.

"Resist? Hehe! The heavens cannot resist the Asura!" Duke Haborym sneered.

Without hesitation, all three of his right arms shifted. His claws dug into Gilbert’s wing, gripping tightly, and then he pulled.

"GRAAH!"

With terrifying ease, the Duke of Hell lifted Gilbert off the ground, dragging his massive eight-foot frame into the air as though he weighed nothing.

The sight stunned both Damian and Corbin.

Gilbert was no ordinary being, yet he was being manhandled like a child.

Corbin’s breath caught, and Damian’s eyes sharpened. But before either could react—

Flash!

A burst of golden light erupted. In the next instant, Gilbert tore free, his body shooting backward through the air while dragging Corbin along with him as divine energy flared around them.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three severed arms dropped to the ground.

Blood sprayed violently from the stumps, splattering across the shattered street as the massive limbs twitched where they landed. For a brief moment, even the battlefield seemed to pause.

But Duke Haborym did not flinch.

He simply raised what remained of his arms, bringing the severed ends up to eye level as he examined them with mild curiosity. His flesh began writhing, and his muscles twisted.

In an instant, bone surged forward.

Before their very eyes, new palms burst out from the severed ends, growing rapidly and reshaping themselves into fully formed hands within seconds.

The blood stopped.

The wounds closed as if nothing had ever happened.

Duke Haborym flexed all six of his hands slowly, the sound of cracking joints echoing across the battlefield as his three faces twisted into a satisfied grin.

"You will have to do better than that."

’Blood of God.’

Damian’s heart skipped a beat as memories flashed through his mind.

He remembered the night his wives warned him not to fight the Duke, insisting he would lose. Now he finally understood.

They had not exaggerated.

If anything, they had downplayed the danger.