Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The air in Blackscale Grove crackled with tension. The ground was littered with the corpses of beasts they had fought for hours, yet still, more were coming. The once-quiet night now roared with the sounds of approaching monsters.

Their howls filled the air, echoing ominously through the dense, twisted forest.

Pyris stood with Alera at his side, both of them bloodied and exhausted. But there was no time for rest. The beasts of Blackscale were relentless, their corruption warping them into mindless, bloodthirsty creatures.

Alera felt the weight of her shadows coiling beneath her skin, whispering promises of untapped power. She had tasted something new in the last fight, something dark and intoxicating—the power to control death itself.

Her newfound necromancer ability allowed her to command the beasts she and Pyris had slain, but she hadn't yet fully mastered it. Now, with more enemies closing in, she was about to be pushed to her limits.

Pyris, too, was nearing his breaking point. His sword gleamed in the faint moonlight, dripping with the blood of beasts. His muscles ached from hours of battle, his elemental reserves dangerously low.

But his mind was sharp, calculating their next move even as the beasts advanced.

In the distance, a shadowed figure appeared—a massive creature, towering over the rest. Its body was twisted and grotesque, a dark blend of scaled armor and pulsing veins of red light. It resembled a dragon, but its form was corrupted, a grotesque version of what it might have once been. This beast was unlike the others. Its power radiated through the air, suffocating, malevolent.

Its eyes glowed with an eerie, unnatural light.

It was Rank 12 Wyvern... A corrupted one!

Pyris's breath caught in his throat. "That's the one," he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with tension.

Alera's eyes widened. She could feel the overwhelming aura of the creature as it approached. It was far stronger than anything they had fought before. This was no ordinary beast—this was the embodiment of the Grove's corruption.

She knew that if they didn't kill it now, it would mean the end of them both.

The beast let out a deafening roar, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Pyris and Alera braced themselves as the creature lunged forward, its massive claws tearing through the trees as it charged.

Pyris moved first, dashing toward the beast with superspeed, his sword blazing with fire. He struck at its side, but the creature's armored hide deflected the blow with ease, sending Pyris skidding back.

The beast snarled, lashing out with its tail, but Pyris blinked out of reach using his space element, reappearing behind it.

"Too strong," Pyris growled, frustration gnawing at him as he narrowly dodged another strike. "We can't take it head-on."

Alera, her heart racing, felt her shadows swirling around her, eager to be unleashed. But the Void's pull was stronger here, its whispers louder. It wanted her to tap deeper into its power, to give in completely. She clenched her fists, summoning the shadows of the dead beasts she had slain earlier.

Their twisted forms rose from the ground, dark and ethereal, and charged at the corrupted dragon.

The shadows collided with the beast, slashing at its legs and torso, but the creature barely flinched. It swung its massive claws, scattering Alera's shadow warriors like dust.

Alera gasped, her connection to them severed. "They're not strong enough," she muttered, panic rising in her chest.

Pyris's mind raced as he considered their options. He could feel his energy waning, but he had one final weapon left—something he had only tapped into once before in moments of absolute desperation.

It was a force beyond any element he had mastered: golden lightning.

This power had always lain dormant within him, a manifestation of something ancient and godlike. Pyris hadn't fully understood it yet, but he knew that it was dangerous—not just to his enemies but to himself.

Yet with the beast towering over them, its aura of death and corruption suffocating the air, he knew there was no other choice.

"Alera!" Pyris shouted, his voice strained. "Stay back! I'm going to need everything for this."

Alera glanced at him, worry etched across her face. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to end this," Pyris replied, his voice cold and determined. His body trembled as he raised his sword toward the sky, summoning the power deep within him. He could feel the golden lightning stirring, waking from its slumber.

It was time... Time to unleash what was inside him without fearing alerting gods, he knew they wouldn't act immediately calling it a phenomenal.

The sky above began to darken, clouds swirling ominously as golden light flickered between them. Alera stared in awe as the atmosphere shifted, the air thick with raw, lightining energy. Pyris's eyes glowed with an intense, golden light, his body crackling with power.

The beast paused, sensing the shift in energy, its glowing eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Pyris grit his teeth, his entire body burning with the effort of containing the power. The golden lightning surged through him, overwhelming, almost too much to bear. But he had to control it—if he unleashed it all at once, it could destroy everything, including Alera.

With a roar, Pyris raised his sword high, the blade now wreathed in golden lightning. The energy coiled around the sword like a living thing, crackling and hissing with power. The beast charged again, but Pyris moved faster than he ever had before.

His superspeed carried him directly to the beast's chest, and with a furious cry, he brought his sword down, the golden lightning striking with the force of a god.

The sky above them split open, a blinding flash of golden light illuminating the entire Grove. The ground shook violently as the lightning slammed into the beast, piercing through its armored hide and sending waves of energy coursing through its body.

The corrupted dragon let out a deafening roar as the lightning tore through it, its body convulsing under the sheer power of the attack.

Alera watched in awe, her heart racing as the skies above them burned with golden fire. The beast screeched in agony, its massive form collapsing as the golden lightning consumed it. In one final, desperate act, the creature lashed out with its tail, but Pyris was already gone, blinking away with his space element.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The beast shuddered once, then collapsed to the ground, its body crumbling into ash and dust.

Pyris stood panting, his body trembling from the strain. The golden lightning flickered around him for a moment longer before fading, leaving the air thick with the smell of ozone and charred earth.

But as the beast fell, Alera felt something stir within her. Her shadows reacted, eager to claim the fallen creature. She hesitated for only a moment, then closed her eyes and reached out with her necromancer's power. The shadows answered her call, and the shadows enveloped the beast's remains, pulling them into her control.

Alera gasped as she felt the connection solidify. The corrupted wyvern became hers, its power now bound to her will. It wasn't truly alive—none of her shadow warriors were—but it was hers to command.

As the wyvern's form dissolved into the shadows, it disappeared into the darkness beneath her feet, joining the other beasts in the Void's endless depths. Alera's heart raced. She had just added a corrupted dragon to her army.

Pyris watched, his eyes wide with amazement witnessing the powers of a necromancer firstly hand!

Alera nodded, though her voice trembled. "It's part of the Void. It's connected to me now… just like the others."

Before Pyris could respond, a deep, resonating hum filled the air. It was unlike anything they had heard before—an ancient, powerful force that rippled through the very fabric of reality.

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Pyris's golden lightning had done more than just destroy the beast—it had called something.

Far beyond the Grove, in the higher realms where gods and immortals watched over the mortal plane, eyes turned toward the source of the golden lightning. Beings of immense power stirred, their attention drawn to the sudden display of divine energy.

In the Mortal Realm, whispers began to spread among the great powers. They had felt it too—the crackle of golden lightning splitting the skies, a force not seen in eons.

Pyris had unleashed something ancient and profound, and now, the world knew.

"Alera," Pyris said, his voice low, as he looked up at the darkened sky, still flickering with residual golden light. "We're not alone anymore."

Alera's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "What… what did we just do?"

Pyris sheathed his sword, his face set in grim determination.