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



Hovering at an astonishing two feet off the ground, still clutching his flaming sword in both hands, he edged his way around the big black wolf with an expressionless gaze, and took his place by the side of its neck- like an executioner.

Pausing for a breath, he looked down at the massive bulk of flesh that joined the beast's head, and its body.

Fuck, it was like looking down at a big black grizzly bear.

Wisps of cold air escaped from his mouth as he raised his sword up in both hands. As his black arched to the sky, the crescent moon emerged victoriously from the behind the clouds- giving Nexus' its full blessings.

In the background, the handful of wolves that had escaped the slaughter, watched the scene nervously from the shadows of the tall grasses. The red glare from the Heavenly Flames were still burning with cackling sounds- devouring the carcasses of the fallen wolves, as well as the terrain, turning vibrant grasslands into patches of ash wilderness.

Monica continued to look on.

Outside of having the wind knocked out of her, her entire energy and focus was fixated on the execution that was about to happen.

Nexus' flaming katana came charging down from the heavens. Aflame with scorching red hot fire, the weapon came swooshing through the air, leaving silent ripples in the atmosphere, bearing down with the ferocious judgment of divine retribution.

The shaggy creature should have growled.

It should have barred it massive teeth.

It should have shuddered violently.

But as the flaming sword sank into its flesh, it remained as still as a statue- like a lamb, literally at the slaughter.

Monica gasped.

The wolves in the background continued to howl sorrowfully- filling the the blazing arena with their mournful dirge.

The fiery blade dove right through the wolf's hide, slicing through to its thick flesh, rupturing its blood vessels, decimating its neck entirely, cutting all the way to its dense bones. As the blade sliced through, the fiery flames devoured its flesh, licked up its blood, and burned through the wolf's neck with a savage lust.

Monica's heart skipped several beats. Her eyes remained wide open, not blinking, not daring to miss even a single second.

Like hot knife slicing through cheese, Nexus' flaming sword raged through the beefy neck. The dreadful weapon ended up decapitating the creature- IN ONE FELL SWOOP.

Still, the poor creature could not move. It could not even afford the luxury of making a single sound. The massive severed head slid off its body, and came crashing down. It landed with a sickening thud on the surface of the scorched earth- bringing an end to its reign of terror.

Eyes lifeless, face expressionless, blazing victoriously with the thirty inched flaming sword in right hand, Nexus hovered in the air- looming above the massive carcass in a b. With an enviable effortlessness, he glided over the beast's corpse with his weapon- looking like a destroying angel.

Or in this case, the angel of death.

Suddenly, a flash of red flickered through Nexus' deep black eyes- like a violent streak of lightning slashing across the black night sky.

He descended towards the decapitated head. 

As he leaned to pick it up, the red flames that came bursting from the soles of his feet, burned the earth below him- thoroughly scorching the ground to nothingness. With his fiery sword in his right hand, his left hand reached down, and his pale fingers curled around the shaggy beast's massive head.

It was heavy.

And cold.

Even in death, its round eyes were still open- in shock.

Its powerful jaws were separated, and its long pink tongue slipped through, resting between its sharp, brown-colored, iron rows of teeth.

Where the sword had sliced through, instead of a bloody, nasty open-flesh wound, the flames had burnt the naked tissue like grilled stake- making it black, smoky, and bloodless. The sizzling smell of burned flesh wafted through the air, as a sickening reminder of its harrowing end.

Holding the massive head in a victorious gait, the flames from his feet shot out in a fresh burst, sending Nexus gliding upwards in powerful jet-streams of fire- where he took his position right over the still corpse of the wind wolf.

Looming above, hovering on the wings of victory, the span of his chest swelled as he drew in a deep breath. With an expressionless gaze, he raised his muscled neck, slowly lifting his head, till it was arched towards the moon- in a perfect arc.

Then, Nexus' jaws unclenched with a noiseless grit. His tongue came loose in his mouth, and his voice box vibrated powerfully- sending out a deep, harrowing ROAR!

With an explosive effect, laden with aggression, and passion, the deep bass roar ripped through the entire landscape, blasting through with unsubtle notes, violently assaulting the ears of every animal and human present. 

It was blood curdling- like the roar of a young lion. It was a bold declaration of his victory. It was the overt consolidation of his dominance- and it exploded through with a paralyzing echo.

In the free midnight wind, with the walls of Red Heavenly Flames towering behind him, and with the silver crescent moon up above in the sky, Nexus' long black hair flowed freely. His dark trench coat also flapped consistently- giving him the appearance of a wizard.

All around, at the edge of the clearing, far away from the circles of destroying flames, the line up of wolves trembled at the sound. Within their bones, the vibrations of Nexus' roar buzzed through, filling them with dread, lowering their inhibitions- and completely rebranding their collective definition of an alpha.

As wolves, they understood and spoke dominance fluently.

So, their sensitive ears picked up more than the intensity of Nexus' powerful roar- they picked up everything in between; dominance, power, and an overall don't-fuck-with-me vibe. Quickly, their furry feet scuttled on the soft grass beneath them. 

Their black hairy forms edged their way backwards in the tall grass- edging away slowly, slowly, not daring to turn their backs on him. They melted back into the shadows, and blended in with the night.

Meanwhile, Monica' eyes were round- replete with shock!

Her eyebrows were shot upwards- defying gravity. Folds of flesh wrinkled in horizontal patterns on her forehead. Her lips were parted open slightly.

'Ni Yang. . .'

Her broken, temporarily fragmented mind echoed again;

'. . .Ni Yang?'

And again;

'Ni Yang. . .?!!!'

Standing there, thoroughly impressed, her eyes twinkled in awe, and glowed in wonder. Her feet remained rooted in the ground, and with the entirety of her face bathing in the glowing red glare of the destroying flames raging around her, She stared in awe, as she looked upon Nexus with her eyes round.

Monica had never been as taken in as she was than in that moment.

The extent and span of his power had completely taken her by storm! He had completely dominated the battle ground! And while doing all that- he had managed to look damn good too. 

That was finesse at its highest form.

Slowly, the shock began morph into mild wonder. Then wonder in turn began to slip towards admiration. Monica could not help it- Nexus looked like a god to her.