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

All concur that Damon Grey represents far too much of a threat to station at the back lines.

He stood as an erratic individual, famed for his haughtiness and rebellion, and astonishingly, he hadn't perished.

Damon Grey embodied the one who defied monarchs. Folks claimed that pride coursed through his veins, and he embodied the Brightwater lineage's pride more intensely than any other.

Yet during his bold displays, nobody realized he possessed that heritage. He seemed merely a presumptuous outsider at best, but that presumptuous outsider demonstrated to everyone that he trod a route toward glory.

He guided his entire group from a deadly domain, traversed the fabled Path of Kings, and conquered it before even awakening. Upon escaping those perilous territories, they had achieved the initial class advancement.

However, that one earth-shattering accomplishment marked merely the start of his saga. He would later achieve something even more astounding.

Reports indicated he crossed paths with Princess Abellona on her return from a mission. While heading back via a route through unknown forests, she encountered Ashcroft, freshly arrived. The Dominator eradicated her troops. Yet Damon Grey appeared and vanquished the Demon Lord of Domination.

In a duel of one-on-one combat, he accomplished this at the 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 tinged with crimson. The intense aroma of combat clung to her form, an odor that refused to fade.

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

She manifested war in human flesh.

This was Seras Blade, the genius.

She eyed a secret document before her. This posed a real problem. It truly complicated matters, and undoubtedly, even she might meet her end on this assignment.

Seras pondered whether the superiors held excessive faith in her perpetual triumphs, or if they overlooked that this operation amounted to a death trap.

"Infiltrate the demon continent, huh..."

That challenge loomed large, yet remained feasible. It held no impossibility. Numerous lives would be lost, but success stayed within reach.

Yet the true difficulty lay, naturally, in the subsequent phase of their orders. It essentially directed them toward doom.

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

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

That demand stayed sensible, but it fell far short of the core objective. It served merely as an optional task should they stumble upon a fragment.

Their primary target was:

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

Seras Blade nearly chuckled. It appeared the goddess races sought to avenge the shame from the demons' theft of the Ashcroft fragments the temple once held, but this venture 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 title persisted for a successor to claim. For instance, when Grand Duke Brightwater felled the demon lord Adramalech, a fresh demon lord assumed his moniker and became Adramalech.

This practice transcended mere custom to preserve the demon lord's name. No, it delved deeper, all thanks to the Ouroboros Coil.

It constituted a guarded secret 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 inheritor, encompassing that demon lord's abilities and traits.

This mechanism swiftly forged a seventh class advancement powerhouse, but it extended further. They also gained portions of their predecessor's wisdom and expertise, and in dire straits, they could acquire insights from multiple demon lords.

An illustration was Paimon.

She had absorbed the wisdom of every demon lord named Paimon, wielding their immense expertise, techniques, incantations, and lore from the origins onward.

"Asking us to steal this is suicide."

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

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

It promised a fatal clash between them, one where her life hung in the balance. Paimon typically served as the sole guardian of the temple in her role as High Priestess.

But she also reigned as a demon lord.

The consequences dawned clearly on her. The goddess races aimed to conclude everything. If they prevailed, demon lords' downfalls would turn irreversible, leaving no avenue for inheriting their might.

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

The force 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, it proved futile for her to unravel it. The leadership embraced the gamble, and Seras perceived the subtle tensions; the demons prepared likewise to bring it to a close.

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

She gnawed her lower lip. She held no hope against Paimon in her current state.

Her attention shifted to a container dispatched by the temple. Even with 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 unfastened the container and withdrew a blade resembling clear crystal. The moment she gripped it, a subtle, metallic tang of blood wafted forth, and crimson fluid began filling the sword. Seras sensed her strength surging.

Shutting her eyes, she stowed it securely.

"To war then."