My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 903 - 904:Ouroboros Coil

All concur that Damon Grey poses far too great a threat to remain at the back lines.

He remained an erratic figure, renowned for his bold arrogance and unyielding rebellion, and remarkably, he had survived it all.

Damon Grey stood as the individual who showed no fear toward rulers. Folks claimed that haughtiness flowed through his veins, and he embodied the Brightwater family's pride more intensely than any other.

Yet, during his displays of arrogance, nobody realized he possessed that lineage. He appeared merely as a brash ordinary man, but this very brash ordinary man demonstrated to everyone that he treaded a road toward glory.

His entire group was guided by him from a deadly region, he traversed the fabled Path of Kings, conquering it despite lacking awakening. Upon exiting those perilous territories, they had achieved the initial class advancement.

Nevertheless, this one earth-shattering accomplishment marked merely the start of his saga. Greater upheavals awaited in his future exploits.

Reports indicated that he crossed paths with Princess Abellona on her return from an assignment. While journeying back via an unexplored forest route, she encountered Ashcroft, freshly arrived. The Dominator eradicated her troops. Yet, Damon Grey arrived and defeated the Demon Lord of Domination.

Through one-on-one confrontation, he accomplished this feat during his second class advancement.

Damon Grey boasted numerous remarkable achievements, all accomplished within a mere year's span.

At present, he had advanced to the fourth class.

"What a monster..." she whispered softly.

In this instance, she referred to a female with grayish locks accented by crimson strands. The intense aroma of combat lingered on her form, refusing to fade away.

Gazing into her eyes evoked the full fury and rage of battlefields.

She embodied conflict incarnate within human flesh.

This was Seras Blade, the genius.

Her eyes scanned the secret dossier before her. This presented a real problem. An absolute headache, and certainly, she herself might perish during this assignment.

Seras pondered whether the superiors above held excessive faith in her consistent triumphs, or if they overlooked how this task amounted to a death sentence.

"Infiltrate the demon continent, huh..."

That challenge loomed large, yet it remained feasible. Far from unattainable. Numerous lives would be lost, yet success stayed within reach.

However, the true complication lay in the subsequent phase of their orders. It essentially directed them toward certain doom.

Though the assignment included multiple aims, she concentrated solely on the key ones.

"Upon an encounter with any Ashcroft fragments, we are tasked with sealing or destroying them."

This part held some logic, yet it fell short of the core directive by miles. It served merely as an optional task should they stumble upon a fragment.

Their primary objective stood as:

Infiltrate the Snake Temple, eliminate the witches of the Snake Temple, and seize... the Ouroboros Coil.

Seras Blade nearly chuckled. It seemed the goddess races sought vengeance for the shame inflicted when demons snatched the Ashcroft fragments from the temple's possession, but this undertaking proved excessively arduous.

While ordinary folk might remain ignorant of the Ouroboros Coil's nature, Seras grasped it completely.

It stood as common knowledge that upon a demon lord's demise, their moniker persisted for a successor to claim. Take, for instance, Grand Duke Brightwater's slaying of demon lord Adramalech. Following his end, another demon lord assumed the identity and became known as Adramalech.

This practice transcended mere custom to preserve the demon lord's designation. Far beyond that, it stemmed from the Ouroboros Coil.

It constituted a guarded mystery of the demon continent, with those privy to it bound by oaths of silence.

This coil possessed the ability to pass on the abilities and status of a deceased demon lord to the title's successor, encompassing that demon lord's abilities and traits.

Such a transfer promptly forged a mighty entity at the seventh class advancement, yet it offered more. The inheritor also gained portions of their predecessor's wisdom and insights, and in dire circumstances, they could acquire the insights of multiple demon lords.

Paimon served as a prime illustration.

She had absorbed the wisdom from every demon lord previously named Paimon, holding their immense expertise, techniques, incantations, and lore stretching back to the origins.

"Asking us to steal this is suicide."

She recognized this truth, yet the plan held firm merit. The primary forces of the diverse goddess races would press against the demon forces as they slipped into the Snake Temple.

"I’m probably going to have to hold off Paimon."

A fatal clash would ensue between them, one where her life hung in the balance. Paimon typically served as the sole defender of the temple in her role as High Priestess.

Yet she doubled as a demon lord.

The consequences dawned clearly on her. The goddess races aimed to conclude everything. If they prevailed, demon lords' downfalls would become irreversible, leaving no avenue for power inheritance.

"They really want to fight the last war... seventh class advancement fighters on the battlefield."

The might capable of shattering realms.

"Where does their confidence come from? Is it because of the temple’s hidden trump card... or is it... hmm."

No matter the reason, speculating proved futile for her. The leadership embraced the gamble, and Seras perceived the subtle tensions; the demons prepared likewise to bring closure.

"I need to reach the seventh class advancement before the war reaches its final phase..."

She clenched her lower lip. Currently, she held no edge over Paimon.

Her attention shifted to a container delivered from the temple. Despite that sacred artifact enhancing her strength, she faced an uphill fight.

"It’s a shame I’ll have to lean against this crutch, but against Paimon I’ll need everything I can."

She lifted the lid of the box and withdrew a blade resembling clear crystal. The moment she grasped it, a subtle, metallic tang of blood wafted forth, and crimson fluid started filling the sword. Seras sensed her strength surging.

With eyes shut, she stowed it securely.

"To war then."