Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic



The span of Nexus' entire arms were enveloped in the sexiest, deadliest, and most destructive color of flames known to exist. They roared with a deafening blare- screaming to be let loose.

In a second, Nexus' jerked his head foward.

Lining his flaming arms parallel to each other, his heartbeat pumped, and pillars of fire erupted furiously. The entire landscape instantly lit up- glowing with the incandescent color of red, casting the shadow of death over the entire terrain.

Fury, wrapped in flames, erupted from Nexus hands in a horizontal, funnel streams. With the unstoppable rage of a hellfire missile, the roaring flames surged forth- undettered, and seemingly unstoppable.

With the brightness of a mini sun, the pillars of fire shot of Nexus' arms like flamethrowers in the hands of an arsonist. The conflagration burned through the air at a monumental pace- like living entities made entirely of flames, and headed right for the wind scythe with an equally cataclysmic destructive energy.

Monica held her breath.

The wind wolves staggered back.

Nature watched silently from the background.

Wind met fire- and hell broke loose.

Nexus was the one who let out the flames, but even he wasn't spared the shock that followed.

The moment the two roaring spells collided- a horrifying crack, vaguely similar to the sound a bridge about to collapse, ruptured through the air. In those few precious mini seconds, a deep pit collapsed inside the stomachs of every single creature.

With bated breaths, Monica eyes looked on, preparing herself for the worst.

An then- it came.

BOOOOOMMM!!!

From the ground up, to the sky, a thundering range of reverberations tore up the night- rupturing the ears of just about everyone within a fifty yard radius, melting hearts, bleeding all eardrums, and echoing with the thunderous rage of a close range airstrike- giving birth to a glorious sight.

It was like watching the death of a star in real time.

Having merged as one, the twin raging pillars of fire that was violently surging through the air with the furiousness of a comet, headed straight of the ten foot long wind blade of wind- and collided with a thunderous roar.

Automatically, the B-rank spells met as a scorching intersection.

With each one refusing to give way, they both shot up in straight vertical columns- red and fiery, right up to the sky. The whirling vortex of dense air, snaked around the raging red pillar of fire- like twin serpents entangling each other.

Feeding voraciously off of each other's energy as they both shot up to the clouds above, they left in their wake a deafening roar that struck chords of awe in the hearts and bones of every single creature below.

The aurora illuminated the entire landscape and soaked it in the color of blood.

For a few glorious moments, all anyone could could see, think, or hear was the glorious phenomenon up in the troposphere. Dozens of eyes, including Monica, watched on for a brief stretch of time- before the blend of wind and fire died off into the air.

The crescent moon, probably jealous, decided to finally step out from beyond the gray clouds. It's silver refulgence spread out over the battlefield, showering the the landscape with its pale light. Once again, reminding everything and everyone that it was king of the night.

The second funnel of wind died out instantly by the leading wolf's side.

If Nexus thought he had impressed creature, he was about to be shocked.

Still at the head of the eastern flank, still very much in control, and still every bit as intimidating as before, the big wolf raised its heavy head- straight at the moon above. Its shaggy, thick neck swung upwards in a fluid sweep.

Eyes closed, its muzzle separated- and a deep, rich, howl streaked into to air from its throat. It was a deep, with a resounding bass that could rival the growling of a bear. A suspending silence followed; heavy in the air, pregnant with electrifying tension- like the calm right before a thunder storm.

And then, the soldier wolves responded.

Previously standing still, neither wavering nor fidgeting at all, the wind wolves broke rank. Out from their snouts, wisps of condensed air escaped right into the cold night's air. There was no sound, there wasn't even the expected clamoring of feet.

It was just a pack of bear skinned, wolves- heavy and dangerous, creeping towards him under the visibility of the pale moon light.

From across the meadows, they came. Edging closer, and closer, commanding attention with their domineering presence.

Nexus did not suffer his eyes to even blink for a moment. Anything could happen- AT ANYTIME.

So, slowly, he slid his right leg sideways, and slowly arched it behind him. With his dominant serving as a supportive pillar behind him, Nexus' eyes flashed as he ran a hundred simulations in his head.

'One on one combat? . . .Heavenly Flames again? . . .What about Flying sword?!. . .'

The last option sounded perfect.

'No,' he admonished himself; 'Not yet. . .'

Among the advancing pack, an adventurous wolf suddenly broke rank. Its hind legs delved noiselessly into the earth, and it sprang forward- startling Nexus.

Eyes glistening, teeth barring, and throat snarling. it lunged at him with an ambitious attack, eager to snack on his flesh. In a flash, Nexus' hand landed on the hilt of his sword. Noiselessly, the blade slid out of the marble sheath. With lightning quickness, Nexus swung his arm upwards to the heavens, and the naked blade came slicing downwards.

It hit the wind wolf middair- right between the eyes.

The laser sharp blade didn't stop there- it sank right into its black fur and cut into its flesh like it was butter. The violent power of the slash, forced the blade to go even deeper, crushing the beast's skull in the process. As Nexus slid his blade out of its flesh, the metal slashed through its brain matter.

Its brave snarl turned into a sad whimper as it dropped to the ground- dead.

That should have served as a deterrent to the other wind wolves.

But it didn't.

The swarm came at him from all sides.

Nexus' heartbeat slowed, his breath seized, and both his hands tightened around his katana- as he forced time to stand still. In that short moment, his sharp senses picked up on every single movement, around him.

In the air, some seven or eight wolves had leaped forward- at him. Behind them were some other fourteen to eighteen wolves in formation. Nexus felt the pressure of their weight shifting to their hinds legs on the ground, readying for a second wave.

Nexus' instincts took over.

Behind his eyes, bright red flames burst into life.

Holding his position, sword up in the air, and with his two hands clasping it like an ancient swordsman, the entire blade suddenly burst into scorching, heated, red-hot flames. The new rush of flames burned in sync with the new fire in his eyes. The air around him shimmered with a different kind of energy- and confidence.

At this point, Nexus was only half in control of what he was doing.

He could hardly explain it, but a deep part of his subconscious had completely taken over his nervous system- controlling his breathing, muscles, and senses.