Extra's Path To Demon King

High above the estate, Duke Allen fought against both the father and son of the Nomrad family with brutal, overpowering efficiency. His fifth-phase spells illuminated the sky like dying stars, casting blinding flashes of light across the dense storm clouds.

Every spell cast by the Duke carried the terrifying weight of an absolute powerhouse, repelling the incoming assault with relentless precision.

Yet, standing down on the high roof, Ken knew in his gut that this display of dominance would not last long. He understood the terrifying reality better than anyone else on the ground. The demon possessed an unfathomable strength, and defeat was only a matter of time.

Just as he had predicted, a sudden, horrifying attack from Osiris struck directly at the core of the estate’s defensive array. The sky seemed to groan under the sheer weight of the impact, and the massive golden barrier shattered in a resounding, explosive fashion.

Shards of glittering magical energy rained down over the estate like falling glass, dissolving into thin air before hitting the stone floor.

With the protective shield destroyed, the dark wave of demonic thralls waiting within the clouds descended rapidly upon the mansion grounds. They plunged into the ranks of the defending forces, raining absolute hell upon the warriors of the Dusker household.

Within moments, the pristine courtyard turned into a chaotic battleground. Countless spells, martial techniques, and demonic abilities clashed simultaneously, encircling the entire estate in a roaring ring of fire, violent shockwaves, and blood.

All the while, Ken stood completely frozen on the high roof like a carved marble statue. He was utterly incapable of stepping forward to help the guards and family members who were fighting for their lives below.

He desperately wanted to leap down from the roof and join the defence, but his body refused to obey his mind.

An irrefutable, absolute force originating from his bloodline link to the Demon held his limbs in a tight grip, ensuring that he would not lift a single finger to assist the falling Dusker forces.

Down on the blood-soaked grounds below, many veteran powerhouses of the Dusker family cried out for assistance in their final moments.

Covered in wounds, they looked up toward the high roof in complete desperation, hoping their young master would unleash his strength or issue a command.

Yet, Ken could only stand there in silent horror, forced to watch their brutal deaths without being able to utter a single word.

As the chaotic battle dragged on, the surviving powerhouses of the estate grew deeply perplexed by the strange, motionless behaviour of the Dusker heir. Even more concerning was the alarming fact that none of the demonic thralls or dark assassins on the enemy side were attacking Ken at all.

Despite him standing completely exposed in the open air on the highest point of the mansion, the invaders completely ignored his presence. This obvious discrepancy drew immense suspicion from the veteran fighters of the family who managed to notice the unnatural scene through the bloody chaos.

However, the defenders had no opportunity to approach or question Ken regarding the matter. Every single seeker belonging to the Dusker household was forced to fight continuously with their lives on the line, struggling with every breath just to survive another second against the overwhelming tide of ruthless enemies.

The horrific battle continued for an unknown duration. Countless seekers from the Dusker side were cut down one after another, their lifeless bodies falling heavily onto the courtyard stones, while the enemy side suffered almost no permanent casualties.

The pristine white marble walls of the shining Ducal house were painted in thick, fresh coats of crimson blood.

As time passed, carefully prepared defensive formations were shattered to pieces, combat tactics failed under raw force, and dozens of loyal guards perished in rapid succession.

High-ranking powerhouses who had been resting in the deep training chambers beneath the estate emerged to join the fray, hoping to turn the tide. But the moment they stepped out into the open air, they too were swallowed by the relentless wave of violence.

Throughout the entire slaughter, the only constant on the battlefield was Ken Dusker himself, who remained standing on the roof without moving a single inch from his original position. He remained trapped in his own body, forced to bear witness as the entire legacy of his household was wiped out around him.

Eventually, a world-shattering sound echoed through the heavens above. It was a deep, fundamental vibration that very few ordinary mortals could perceive through normal sight or hearing.

However, every single surviving seeker present on the grounds felt the violent rippling and twisting of space itself, caused by the complete shattering of the Duke’s personal domain.

Suddenly, Ken felt a terrifying projectile descending at blinding speed from the high mountain ranges far above. As the object cleared the heavy cloud cover and entered his field of vision, he instantly recognised what it was.

It was a massive, bloodstained rune spear, plummeting straight through the air and aimed directly at the exact spot where he stood.

In that precise instant, the bloodline compulsion locking his limbs loosened just enough for him to regain control over his body. Driven by pure survival instinct, he took three large steps backwards as fast as his trembling legs could move.

An instant later, the long spear struck the exact location he had occupied a second prior, pinning itself deep into the marble roof with a shattering explosion of stone and tile.

A dense wave of dust and shattered debris rose high into the air from the force of the impact. As the cold mountain wind blew away the cloud of dust, Ken witnessed the horrific sight he had been dreading from the very beginning.

Pinned securely to the shaft of that towering rune spear was the severed head of his father, the mighty Duke Allen Dusker.

Dark blood dripped steadily from the severed neck, crawling down the heavy iron handle of the spear and pooling on the ruined white floor.

The last lingering thread of hope that had remained in the heart of the Dusker heir was instantly consumed by the ever encroaching darkness upon witnessing that sight.

What made the scene vastly more unnerving than anything else was the peaceful expression resting on the dead man’s face. The severed head of the Duke had its eyes wide open, and a subtle, almost blissful smile lingered upon his pale lips.

It appeared as though he had died in absolute peace rather than agonising defeat, a surreal detail that defied all logical reasoning of the human mind.

Slowly raising his trembling gaze away from the spear, Ken looked high up into the stormy skies above.

There, floating calmly among the dark clouds, was the handsome form of Axel in his humanoid state.

He was looking directly down at the ruined roof, a subtle, soft smile touching his lips.

That smile alone spoke volumes without uttering a single word, promising a level of unimaginable cruelty that the monster was eager to bestow upon the remnant survivors of the fallen Dusker household, a cruelty that none could ever imagine.

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