Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 638

Chapter 638: The Chosen Day 11 [Kneel To Me]
From the distant vantage points where others watched in silent anticipation, the scene of Dylan stabbing Manu sent a wave of murmurs and speculation rippling through the onlookers.

Some dared to hope, while others held their breaths in disbelief. The gleaming blade from the Beast Nation, now lodged in Manu’s abdomen, pulsed with an eerie light, and many thought this might indeed be the end of the tyrant.

But then came the sound—a deep, guttural chuckle, unmistakable in its menace and clarity. It echoed like a drumbeat, silencing all doubt.

Dylan, still gripping the hilt of the sword, looked into Manu’s eyes, only to find them glowing with amusement, not pain.

“The Blade of Organ Rend,” Manu said, his voice dripping with mockery, “a masterpiece forged from the fangs of a magical Core Beast whale of ocean’s abyss. Its power to make victims vomit their own insides until they drown in their own blood is truly remarkable. I am sure they chose well when they gave this to you, Dylan.”

Dylan’s grip tightened, his metal body tightening. He expected to see Manu convulsing, coughing up blood as his body succumbed to the blade’s curse.

Instead, Manu straightened, his posture regal despite the blade embedded in his gut. “If you had stabbed me just minutes ago, perhaps I would have been undone. But now…” He laughed again, louder this time, his tone laced with triumph. “I am a demi-god, Dylan! My magical power surpasses that of the beast whose fangs birthed this weapon.”

With deliberate calm, Manu puffed out his chest. The sword, which had felled so many before, cracked under the immense pressure radiating from within him.

The magical veins of the blade splintered like fragile glass before shattering completely. Dylan was launched backward by the sheer force, his body twisting midair before he crashed heavily into the ground. Blood spewed from his lips as he groaned in pain, clutching his ribs.

Manu turned his attention back to the blade’s remnants, watching with satisfaction as the wound on his abdomen began to seal itself. The flesh knitted together with supernatural speed. And then the mark of his conquest over the sin of Lust shimmering briefly before it settled into his tattoos.

Manu was about to deliver final judgement on Dylan, but then it happened.

Suddenly, the air shifted again. A new presence, darker and more ferocious, descended from the heavens.

Loud war cries thundered across the sky, shaking the very platform Manu stood upon. The clouds above swirled violently, forming a vortex of fiery red and black. From its depths, silhouettes began to emerge—warriors made entirely of burning light, their forms seething with rage. Their eyes glowed like molten lava, and in their hands were weapons forged from storms and fire.

Manu’s gaze narrowed as he took a step back, the ground cracking beneath his feet. The sin of Wrath had arrived, and it would not show him mercy.

With their war cries still echoing, the figures began their descent, their fiery forms tearing through the sky with violent purpose. Each step they took brought with it the weight of fury, a reminder of humanity’s eternal anger.

Manu smirked, wiping the blood off his lips. “So,” he muttered, his voice low but confident, “the next lesson begins.”

The fiery figures descended from the heavens like monstrous comets, their forms blazing with uncontrollable fury. Each of them radiated a primal, destructive energy, their shapes constantly shifting as though they were made from molten rock and lightning.

Jagged teeth jutted from their flickering faces, and clawed limbs extended in unnatural angles. Their war cries pierced the air like shards of glass, and the ground beneath their feet cracked and burned with each step.

Manu braced himself as they launched at him in unison, their flaming bodies surging forward with terrifying speed. He summoned his snakes, their white forms streaking through the air to intercept the onslaught, but the fiery creatures tore through them with ease, their claws slicing through the serpents like paper.

One of the creatures reached Manu first, its glowing jaws opening wide before clamping down on his shoulder. Its teeth pierced deep, eliciting a grunt of pain as flames spread from the wound, charring his flesh.

Another struck his abdomen, its claws digging in and pulling chunks of muscle free, leaving fiery trails in their wake. Manu stumbled back, blood pouring from his wounds, as more of the creatures swarmed him.

Each strike felt like a hammer against his body, breaking bones and scorching flesh. They tore at him with relentless aggression, their monstrous teeth and claws ripping through his defenses. Manu’s regeneration struggled to keep up, the platform below him glowing faintly as it tried to supply him with enough energy to mend his body. Yet, it was clear this time—this tribulation was beyond anything he had faced before.

The fiery monsters seemed to single him out with deliberate focus, their wrath aimed solely at him as the one enduring the Heaven’s Tribulation. He staggered under their unyielding assault, his once-proud figure battered and bloodied.

His calculations told him he could survive this, but barely. The energy from the platform was faltering, healing him at a rate slower than the damage he received.

And yet, despite the overwhelming pain and destruction, Manu remained standing, his eyes blazing with determination.

But then, something unexpected happened.

The sound of light footsteps echoed on the platform, cutting through the cacophony of fire and battle.

Manu turned sharply, his eyes narrowing. There, emerging from the edge of the glowing runes, stood a figure he had not anticipated.

Emma.

The succubus’s silhouette was unmistakable, her dark, sultry demon energy, contrasting starkly with the fiery chaos around her. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes gleamed with a predatory light.

Her lips parted, and in a voice as smooth as silk yet filled with command, she spoke the words that froze the air.

“Kneel to me.”

(Author’s note: okay now, it gets extra spicy, and I can’t wait for the next part. The plan comes together guys. Remember to leave gifts if you enjoyed it so far. Thanks…)