Chapter 459- Reaching 100% Demonification

As Zach’s transformation reached its zenith at 100% demonification, his body underwent a profound metamorphosis. He became a shadowy entity, fully embracing the demonic essence within him. The aura he radiated was now a pitch-black maelstrom, rivaling the very darkness that shrouded the abyss himself.

Zach fully embraced the power of the Demon King’s Blessing. His body undergoes a complete transformation, becoming a fearsome and imposing demon form, unlike any seen before.

His skin, once human, darkened into an intense shade of black glistening with an otherworldly sheen. Sinister, glowing runes manifest across his body, symbolizing the full extent of his demonic power. The markings pulse with dark energy, reflecting the malevolent force that now courses through him.

Zach’s hair, once unruly and tousled, is replaced with dark, jagged, and elongated locks that cascade down his back like flowing tendrils of darkness. His eyes, once filled with life and emotion, now gleam with an intense crimson light, devoid of any humanity.

Enormous and fully formed demon wings stretch from his back, the span of which easily surpasses his body’s height. These majestic, midnight-black wings pulsate with power, emanating an aura of raw, uncontrollable energy.

His body structure undergoes further deformation, resulting in a towering, muscular figure that radiates an overwhelming sense of dominance and strength. Sharp and elongated claws extend from his fingers, capable of tearing through even the toughest of defenses.

A long, whip-like tail, with a razor-sharp tip, extends from his backside, its presence serving as a tangible representation of his newfound malevolence. The tail moves with an eerie grace, ready to strike at any foe who dares to challenge him.

As he stands in his complete demon form, Zach emits a terrifying aura that envelopes the entire throne room. The very air crackles with dark energy, and a sense of impending doom hangs heavily in the atmosphere.

In this state, Zach becomes a force of nature, a being that commands respect and fear from all who lay eyes upon him. His power is immeasurable, and his strength knows no bounds. He is the embodiment of the demon king’s legacy, a living manifestation of the seven hells’ might.

In the aftermath of this transformation, the air crackled with volatile energy as Zach and Nirn confronted each other one final time. The destiny of the realm teetered on a precarious precipice, and the clash of their powers sent shockwaves reverberating through the seven hells.

At the pinnacle of his demonification, Zach’s destructive potential became cataclysmic. The once-majestic throne hall lay in ruins, its former grandeur reduced to rubble. Unrelenting tremors shook the castle to its core, threatening its imminent collapse.

The hallways, once orderly and ornate, were now unrecognizable. They had devolved into a labyrinth of debris and desolation. The castle’s inner sanctum faced the specter of total annihilation, with vast portions of its outer fortifications crumbling to the ground.

The castle’s defenses lay in ruins, rendering it utterly defenseless against the relentless devastation.

The surroundings of the castle had transformed into a desolate wasteland. Nearby structures were razed to the ground, and the once-familiar landscape had been scarred beyond recognition. This area had turned into a hazardous zone, fraught with peril and the looming threat of further structural collapses.

In this transcendent state, Zach harnessed near-omnipotent power, both physical and mystical. He conjured ethereal blades of darkness that sliced through Nirn’s defenses, and unleashed torrents of dark elemental magic that tore through the surroundings, leaving trails of devastation in their wake.

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The castle’s environs were metamorphosed into a nightmarish landscape of pandemonium and devastation. The very air crackled with the raw potency of their clash, and the ground quaked in response to the titanic forces unleashed.

Amidst the overwhelming destruction, Zach’s unwavering focus remained on his mission—to vanquish Nirn and safeguard the innocent. He fought with a determination that knew no bounds, pushing his newfound powers to their very limits in his quest to defeat the malevolent demon lord.

Nirn, in his berserk form, descended upon Zach with an unrelenting fury, launching a relentless assault that combined a flurry of magical and physical strikes. He unleashed a barrage of attacks, each more ferocious than the last, with no respite in sight. But unlike their previous encounters where Zach had been overwhelmed, this time was different.

Zach, having attained 100% demonification, remained unscathed by Nirn’s assaults. His demonic essence shielded him from harm, rendering Nirn’s onslaught futile. With a casual flick of his finger, Zach sent Nirn hurtling through the air. He toyed with his opponent, manipulating him effortlessly with subtle gestures.

With a mere movement of his finger, Zach could control Nirn’s trajectory, propelling him in various directions and subjecting him to relentless torment as if Nirn’s movements were seemingly under his control. Nirn was tossed and tumbled, crushed and battered, all at the whim of Zach’s supernatural influence.

“A pest like you shouldn’t even dare to raise their gaze upon someone such as me,” Zach declared in a voice saturated with demonic power, and his words echoed with destructive force.

His very presence had become a malevolent domain, an aura of control that extended over the entire area without the need for a formal domain expansion spell.

In this state of absolute demonification, Zach had become a force of nature, an entity that transcended the limits of power and control. His mastery over the battle was complete, and the tide had decisively turned in his favor.

Nirn, who had once spread terror throughout the entire hell, causing the deaths of innocents and toying with the lives of countless women, was now in a pitiable state. He found himself utterly powerless, gasping for breath and every movement subject to Zach’s unrelenting will.

The once-dreaded demon lord was reduced to a mere plaything, a pawn in Zach’s grasp. His feeble struggles were futile, as he could not even draw breath without Zach’s permission. It was a stark and humbling transformation for a creature who had reveled in cruelty and domination.

Zach’s voice, tinged with a sense of boredom, echoed through the desolation. “Well, this is boring. I am done playing with you. I need to do better things, such as… killing everyone! Eat them, devour them, and sate my ever starving hunger!”