Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 114: Trial Phase 1! (9)

At that moment, Creed’s presence transformed entirely. The air around him grew heavy, no, suffocating.

His blood-red aura intensified, swirling like a storm made of pure killing intent.

It wasn’t just power; it was tyranny, the kind of overwhelming energy that made every leaf in the trees tremble and every weak-hearted soul want to drop to their knees.

The aura around him felt like it was screaming with the voices of a thousand battles, roaring with an ancient lust for destruction.

It wrapped around his body like a living thing, wild and untamable, flaring out with each step he took.

The Path of Killing wasn’t just an energy boost anymore; it had become him, and the red glow licking off his body felt like it would turn the very air to ashes!

As he pounced straight into the heart of the vine spear storm, his eyes were calm but filled with terrifying clarity.

And then, with a casual swipe of his spear, the forest shook.

BOOM!

A deafening shockwave exploded from the swing, blasting the air back in all directions. The vines—dozens of them, sharpened like daggers and aimed with precision—were torn to shreds, ripped apart like paper in a hurricane.

The sheer speed and force of the motion were insane, but that wasn’t the real reason they were destroyed.

No, this was something deeper and more sinister. This was the true power of the Path of Killing in action.

Creed had discovered this terrifying new application of his Path of Killing during the long, grueling hours he’d spent meditating, experimenting, and reflecting on his path.

He realized that as long as he carried the will to kill, any action he took—whether a swing, a jab, or even a step—could manifest a destructive energy that altered the nature of his movements.

His techniques weren’t just physical anymore; they were conceptually infused with destruction itself.

When he swung that spear, it wasn’t just a weapon; it was a sentence. A command to reality that said, "Kill." And reality obeyed.

The purple-vined treeman froze in shock. Its bright, glowing eyes blinked as if it couldn’t believe what it just saw.

For a brief second, the monster actually took a step back.

But then its pride surged, and it growled savagely, pounding its club into the ground and roaring loud enough to shake the trees.

It lunged forward again, summoning another barrage of vine arrows from the ground, but Creed didn’t even blink.

Whoosh!

With another simple wave of his spear, he carved through all of them like a hot knife through butter. The vines never stood a chance.

Then, with a gleam in his eyes, Creed vanished from the ground and teleported above the treeman, his spear already aiming downward.

Pierce!

The red aura around him surged, and the spear thrust downward like a falling meteor. The air cracked with pressure.

The floor below shuddered, trembling under the force before the blow even landed. The sheer momentum made the leaves rustle violently, and birds exploded from nearby trees in panic!

But the treeman wasn’t going to just take it. With a roar, it poured every ounce of its glowing purple energy into its enormous club.

The purple vines wrapped around the weapon condensed into a terrifying light, gathering at the tip like a sun preparing to explode.

It raised the club and met Creed’s spear head-on. The resulting shockwave was devastating.

Bang!

A sound that could be felt in your chest echoed for miles, and the forest floor around them caved in.

The treeman’s knees buckled, legs trembling as if it were about to collapse.

The clash of energy created a shockwave so powerful that even the surrounding trees shook violently, and dust flew out in all directions like a mini explosion.

Creed gritted his teeth, then disappeared again, teleporting to the treeman’s side while activating Double Pierce.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

This time, the two spear beams were not grey, but deep crimson, glowing like molten metal, vibrating with a horrifying aura.

These weren’t just attacks; they were death sentences!

At the same time, Creed raised his other hand and summoned dozens of thunderclap orbs, flicking them out in different directions around the treeman like a master tactician setting traps.

The orbs crackled with electric fury, surrounding the treeman from all angles and cutting off every possible escape route.

The treeman panicked and lunged to the side anyway, narrowly avoiding a direct strike with the spear beams.

Three of the thunderclap orbs exploded near it, searing its bark and charring its vines. The beast howled in pain, but it had avoided the worst.

Or so it thought.

Suddenly, a flash of crimson streaked past its vision—and then crunch.

Its entire left arm was ripped off, torn apart by one of the crimson spear beams that had waited just a split second longer before striking.

The treeman wailed in pain, sap gushing from its shoulder like blood. Its movements became wild and unpredictable, full of pain and anger, but also stronger.

It roared and swung its club with newfound rage, each attack a whirlwind of power.

Creed didn’t flinch. As the giant club came down again, he blocked it with the shaft of his spear, his arms trembling from the force but holding strong.

Before the treeman could attack again, Creed retaliated with a series of rapid thrusts, his spear stabbing out like a machine gun.

Every strike glowed red and carried the destructive edge of the Path of Killing!

The treeman managed to dodge two of the thrusts, its giant form surprisingly nimble, but the last one landed.

Crack!

The spear drove into its shoulder, tearing another massive gash. The beast staggered, clearly struggling to maintain its balance. Its breath came out in heavy growls, and its knees wobbled under the pain.

Creed’s eyes narrowed, colder than ice. His red aura thickened again, swirling faster and more violently.

The killing intent rolling off his body now was suffocatin—no, it was crushing.

He had decided; this fight was over. The treeman’s fate was sealed!

He took a step forward, spear glowing, ready to deliver the final blow, and that’s when he heard her.

’Master,’ Lilith’s voice rang clearly in his mind, urgent and serious. ’I sense a Stage 5 treeman approaching fast!’

Creed clicked his tongue sharply as Lilith’s voice echoed through his mind, warning him of the approaching Stage 5.

His red aura dimmed for a second, not from fear, but from a sheer sense of comedic disbelief. "Oh come on!" he groaned aloud, his face twitching with frustration.

’Is this a damn shonen manga now?!’ He staggered back a bit, raising his head toward the heavens dramatically, as if yelling at an invisible author.

’Why is it that every time the main character is about to land the final blow, something randomly interrupts them? Huh?! Is this some long-winded novelkiss that needs to be stretched into two thousand Chapters?!’

He started pacing back and forth while dodging a vine slash from the wounded treeman like it was a minor inconvenience.

’Oh no, we can’t finish the boss fight now! Not until we’ve had the third tragic flashback, one unnecessary romance subplot, and two power-ups from ’friendship!’’

The treeman, bloodied and beaten, roared back, though it was more of a confused wheeze than anything else.

Its bark was cracked all over, and bright green sap oozed out of deep, vicious wounds. Creed’s constant bombardment with Pierce and Double Pierce was relentless.

The moment one strike landed, another followed. It was like trying to breathe in the middle of a hurricane.

The poor treeman was staggering, barely able to hold its massive club anymore. Each time it tried to swing, Creed would teleport, reappear at another angle, and stab.

Chest. Shoulder. Leg. Neck. Over and over, carving into it like a master butcher!

Creed’s eyes were cold, and his aura surged with every injury he inflicted. "Oh no, buddy," he muttered, spearing another hole through the treeman’s thigh.

"You’re not escaping the story arc. I’m killing you, novel pacing be damned!"

Blood—well, sap—splashed across the forest floor, and the treeman was visibly falling apart. And yet, it refused to go down.

It staggered like some undead monster, breathing heavily, eyes burning with primal fear and desperation.

Creed gritted his teeth, frustration burning in his gut. "These things have more survival instinct than cockroaches!" he hissed.

’You give ’em a hole in the chest and they just keep fighting like it’s nothing! Is this plot armor?! Does this thing have a main character buff?!’

But then Creed’s face turned serious. His red aura flickered violently, as he turned and spoke to Lilith and Tierra in his mind.

’Lilith. Tierra. Tell Amara too. Take the raft. Now. I’ll hold this thing off and catch up later.’

Lilith’s voice snapped back immediately. ’What?! Are you insane?! We’re not leaving you behind!’

’I’m not staying behind,’ Creed said, even as he blocked another weakened club strike with his spear shaft.

’I still haven’t used my spear domain. That’s my biggest trump card, and I’ve been saving it for emergencies. This?’

He stabbed forward again, making the treeman scream. ’This isn’t even a warm-up. I’ll be fine. Go.’

Lilith hesitated for a second, her spiritual presence burning with worry. But then, reluctantly, she agreed.

’Fine. But if you don’t show up in ten minutes, I’m coming back and I’m dragging you out.’

Tierra simply vanished without a word—her silent way of saying she’d obey, though her concern was clear.

Creed felt the raft pull away from the shore as the girls retreated into the forest river route, and he took a deep breath and faced the dying treeman.

"Alright. Just me and you now, bark-for-brains," he muttered, twirling his spear. "Let’s wrap this up before your big brother shows up."

But the treeman still refused to die. Minutes passed, and even though Creed had left it full of gaping wounds, it still kept moving.

One arm was gone, its chest had enough holes to qualify as a cheese grater, and it was wheezing like an asthmatic walrus—but the damn thing kept stumbling, kept swinging, kept fighting.

Creed sighed, swinging his spear again and ripping a chunk from its bark-covered side.

’This is ridiculous. You’re worse than villains in cultivation novels. You guys just refuse to die, huh?’

He jabbed again, another hole. ’Next thing I know, you’ll activate some backstory power where your mom was killed by loggers and now you’ve trained for two hundred years to protect the forest or something.’

Then, finally, he saw it. The opening!

The treeman’s arm slipped. Its footing wavered. Its eye turned just slightly the wrong way.

"Got you."

Boom!

Creed’s aura burst out in a final blaze of killing intent as he activated Double Pierce one last time.

His red aura condensed like a storm around him, and his spear transformed into a blood-hued missile of death.

He lunged forward, all his strength surging into this one, perfect strike. The spear tore through the air, glowing like a falling star and slammed right through the treeman’s skull.

The beast’s eyes widened in disbelief. It stumbled, trembling. Then, with a pitiful, almost human cry, it collapsed. Lifeless. Gone. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Creed stood over its body, breathing hard. "Finally," he muttered, planting the butt of his spear into the ground. "Was almost expecting a resurrection arc!"

As if the universe was listening and had a sick sense of humor, he suddenly heard it. A massive, ground-shaking ROAR echoed from the forest.

His body tensed. That was no ordinary roar. That was Stage 5!

Creed turned his head slowly and saw it.

A colossal treeman emerged from the forest, easily twice the size of the others. Its bark was pitch black with streaks of glowing gold, and its eyes burned with wrath.

The moment it saw the destroyed treehouses, the corpses of its kin scattered across the battlefield, and the still body of the purple-vined treeman, it froze.

Completely silent.

Then, its simple, beastly mind began to piece together what had happened.

Its family.

Its tribe.

All gone.

By one single animal.

A tiny, spear-wielding, aura-covered bug that dared to trespass, destroy, and walk away like a god?!

The treeman’s trembling slowly stopped. Its eyes narrowed.

Then, it screamed.

The sound was so loud, Creed had to hold his ears. Branches snapped just from the force of it. The very earth seemed to quake beneath the weight of its fury.

With a sudden stomp, it launched itself forward, and at the same time, locked the entire space with its aura.

Creed felt the air around him compress as the treeman’s Stage 5 aura tightened around him like a noose.

"Space lock?" Creed muttered, blinking. "Oh, crap. He doesn’t want me to escape."

But just as the treeman raised its massive fists and prepared to end the tiny warrior—

Creed vanished.

Just like that. Gone.

The treeman’s punch hit nothing but air, slamming into the ground and blasting a crater into the earth.

It blinked in confusion. It sniffed the air. It looked left and right, eyes glowing wildly.

Nothing.

Creed had disappeared.

The beast roared in confusion and rage, stomping the ground in frustration and howling to the heavens.

’WHERE DID THAT TINY THING GO?!’