Poison Cultist: Layla lives

*yawn*

"Weakling," the Heavenly Slayer scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt as he nonchalantly severed the thread with a swift motion, the sound of cracking reverberating through the air. A dense, vicious black aura emanated from him, shrouding the surrounding 300-meter radius in darkness. "Heavens now bow before my might, crows crow for the crown in adoration," The Heavenly Slayer chanted with deliberate slowness, each word carrying the weight of his power.

"Dualt," he declared, his voice booming with authority as infinite lights shot towards Elov, the very essence of destruction. Elov's once vibrant body now lay lifeless and charred, a testament to Dualt's overwhelming strength. With a disdainful sneer, Dualt turned his attention to Asta, his grip tightening around his sword, a silent promise of impending doom.

"Eternal Salvation: Death of Kings," Asta's roar echoed with defiance as an aura Flood Dragon erupted from his weapon, a last stand against the encroaching darkness. But even as Asta unleashed his might, Dualt was already one step ahead, invoking his ultimate technique, "Soul Exchange," disappearing into his dream realm, leaving behind only cosmic gases where his physical form once stood.

"Storm Creation Magic: Storm God's Salvation." The very elements bent to Dualt's will as he unleashed a cataclysmic storm upon his enemies. Crack. One hundred and fifty Heavenly Slayers were frozen in their tracks, while two hundred more were consumed by the raging tempest. With a sudden appearance, Dualt locked eyes with Layla, his gaze cold and calculating.

"Spiral Attack," he announced, a wing of darkness enveloping him as he launched himself towards Layla with lethal precision. But Layla, undaunted, raised her weapon in defense, a valiant attempt to withstand the unstoppable force before her. Cling. The impact reverberated through the air as Layla's sword was cleaved in two, a testament to Dualt's unyielding power.

Undeterred, Layla retaliated with all her might, her determination shining through as she thrust forward with renewed vigor. Boom. Dualt was thrown back.

"Eternal Prisoner."But even as Layla prepared to deliver the final blow, Dualt was already one step ahead, his quick reflexes allowing him to swallow her into his heart, her existence fading into nothingness.

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"With the blood of thousands of celestials, let the world be made. With souls, let star systems be formed. With thoughts and minds, let cultivation resources be created and great seductive demons be summoned, thirteen divine beings to rule," Sicu's voice rang out with solemn reverence as she sacrificed her very essence for her greater good.

Present time.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't kill her. I found her... sweet," Dualt's words hung in the air, his tone betraying a hint of amusement as he waved his hand, opening a rift from his heart. Hua hua. A woman, draped in jade, emerged from the depths of the abyss, her beauty ethereal and captivating.

"Kill me, kill her. I give you three years to locate Celestial Daneel Hillan Wallheart, a dragon god," Dualt's voice echoed with a chilling finality, his gaze unwavering as he issued his ultimatum. "Like I would," Zenith's response was laced with determination, his resolve unyielding even in the face of such daunting odds.

"Eternal Cultivation of Poison: Poison Overload," Zenith sighed, his golden aura pulsating with power as he unleashed his full potential. But amidst the chaos, Vladimir remained silent, his presence looming like a dark omen over the battlefield.

"Let me play the bad corp then..." Vladimir's words hung in the air, a sinister promise of things to come as his form morphed into that of a Godly Golden Demon, his true intentions shrouded in mystery.

Name: Vladimir Morning-Star

Race:Sublet

Cultivation realm:Celestial Realm, Stage 60

Affinity:Chaotic Affinity

Origin:Demon Soul Universe