Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 228: A Battle Among Primogenitors

The world suddenly turned red, then dark purple, and finally a celestial white. Three massive pillars of light—each radiating one of these colors—pierced the sky like divine beacons of war.

"Oh?" Luciel raised an eyebrow, amusement laced with confusion.

BOOM!

Luciel twisted his body midair, narrowly dodging a massive purplish spike exuding death and decay. The spike tore through a towering structure, reducing it to a crumbling ruin in mere seconds. But before he could take another breath, a thick tendril of blood coiled around him, yanking him downward. The moment he hit the ground, a colossal fist of raw energy met him, shifting and refining the very fabric of reality with its movement.

For the first time since his arrival, Luciel felt something unfamiliar—fear. Yet, he still smirked.

His eyes gleamed a faint azure as his body blurred, then—vanished.

He reappeared high above the battlefield, his gaze locked onto the three figures before him—Trevor, Lamair, and Seraphina.

"I didn't think a few beatings would give you enlightenment..." Luciel mocked, his tone dripping with derision.

"And I didn't expect a Primogenitor to be this dishonorable." Trevor shot back, his form shifting with his growing rage. His long hair billowed, now a chaotic blend of white, smoky tendrils intertwined with pulsing red veins. His once-pale skin had turned ghostly white, while the glowing tattoos on his body burned so brightly, he resembled a living beacon of crimson fire.

Luciel scoffed. "You speak of dishonesty, yet you rely on your companions in battle."

"They are not mere companions." Seraphina's voice rang with ethereal power, reshaping the space around her. "They are bound to us—until death. Unlike you, who would slaughter innocents just for a continent."

Her form radiated celestial authority—her crystalline horns pulsed with divine brilliance, while her luminous white eyes glowed with an ominous, otherworldly intensity. Her long, flowing hair had transformed into a cascade of shimmering green energy, bending reality in its wake.

Luciel's smirk widened. "If it's an honorable fight you want, then I shall grant you just that." His form began to shift, power surging around him.

But Lamair had no patience for talk.

He moved first.

Of the three, he had changed the most. His horns had vanished, replaced by a singular dark purple eye embedded in his forehead. His obsidian skin had darkened to an abyssal black, as if absorbing all light. Two additional arms had emerged beneath his originals, each wreathed in ominous energy. The very air around him withered and died as his necromancy reached its peak.

BOOM!

He clashed with Luciel in the middle of his divine transformation.

Sound ceased. The world trembled. Then—

RIP!

Space shattered.

Reality ruptured.

The battlefield became a maelstrom of destruction.

Below, amidst the chaos...

Barki raised her hands, and a brilliant orange light burst from her. In an instant, a colossal draconic rune—depicting an ancient dragon wreathed in flames—materialized in the sky. Lava surged upward, forming an impenetrable barrier around Ethan's companions and every soul tied to the Smiths, shielding them from the cataclysm above.

Tears welled in her eyes as she extended her magic. "Sisters... I'm sorry."

She clenched her jaw, pain and shame mixing in her voice as she pulled her fellow harem members toward her.

Harley and Clara lay unconscious, while the others groaned in agony.

"I'm sorry..." she sobbed, cradling them as she plunged them into a crater filled with molten lava. The glowing pool wasn't meant to burn them—it was her way of healing them, using her Lava Affinity and Dragon Magic.

A feat only a Saint Realm being could achieve.

...

RIP!

Space twisted violently as Luciel and Lamair's clash fractured reality itself. The very concept of existence screamed as the aftershock of their strike rippled across the battlefield.

Luciel's emerald-green aura erupted in a cyclone, distorting the atmosphere with slicing winds sharp enough to carve mountains. His body flickered between states, like a mirage, impossible to pin down. But Lamair was the Death Primogenitor—he did not need to chase what he could erase.

"Perish."

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Lamair's third eye snapped open. The concept of decay surged forth, spreading like an invisible plague. The very wind carrying Luciel's form faded into nothingness, dissolving before it could even reach Lamair.

Luciel gritted his teeth.

"Clever."

With a mere flex of his will, the air screamed, reversing Lamair's power. The decayed fragments mended themselves, swirling into a devastating vortex—a tempest fueled by death itself.

Before either could react—

BOOM!

Trevor's blood-red form tore through the battlefield, a speeding nightmare. His clawed hands, glowing with pulsating veins of primordial blood, swiped downward.

Luciel barely tilted his head in time—but the wind did not save him.

SHRRK!

A thin gash appeared across his cheek.

For the first time in millennia, Luciel bled.

Trevor grinned, revealing fanged teeth. His blood-red eyes gleamed like twin stars, the tattoos on his body pulsating wildly as if alive.

"My blood ignores regeneration, Luciel. That wound is permanent."

Luciel's fingers grazed the cut, his smirk faltering ever so slightly. "Blood Primogenitor indeed... Interesting."

FWOOOOOSH!

A streak of blinding light cut through the air. Seraphina descended.

Her very presence reshaped the battlefield. Where she moved, life bloomed. The twisted, ruined landscape mended itself beneath her steps, reality itself yielding to her command. Her crystalline horns pulsed with divine light, and her glowing white eyes locked onto Luciel with an expression of absolute judgment.

She raised her hand.

The air became heavy—alive.

"You destroy."

The earth beneath her reformed, sculpting itself into celestial pillars of pure creation energy, glowing with divine hues.

"I restore."

Luciel vanished.

A gale of impossibility swept through the battlefield—one moment he was in the sky, the next he was behind Seraphina, wind daggers forming in his hands.

CLANG!

A barrier of starlight met his strike, her mere willpower bending creation itself to shield her.

Luciel's smirk returned. "How unfair."

BANG!

A massive tendril of blood whipped out, wrapping around Luciel's leg.

Trevor yanked.

Luciel's body whiplashed through the sky—right into Lamair's waiting hand.

"Die."

The moment Lamair's obsidian fingers touched Luciel, his life force began to wither. His breath hitched as an abyssal weight pressed upon his very existence. The air fought to resist, but Death was stronger than Wind.

Luciel twisted his body—the air EXPLODED outward. The force shattered Lamair's grip, sending him spiraling back. But the second Luciel regained control—

SHINK!

A celestial spear pierced through his stomach.

Seraphina's hand was still outstretched.

The spear radiated pure creation, intertwining life and destruction in a paradox of unstoppable force.

Luciel coughed, but no sound came out.

For the first time in his existence—

He staggered.

Seraphina, floating above, spoke. "Even the wind bends to something greater, Luciel."

Trevor's blood surged. Lamair's death aura thickened. Seraphina's divine energy burned brighter.

Luciel clenched his fists.

Then—

He laughed.

A slow, eerie chuckle that echoed like the very wind itself.

He gripped the spear impaling him—and shattered it.

The sky itself split open.

The true battle had just begun.

Trevor, Lamair, and Seraphina watched as Luciel shattered the celestial spear as if it were made of brittle glass. His emerald-green aura flared violently, twisting the wind around him into something tangible, something alive. The very atmosphere responded to his will, compressing into razor-sharp streams of invisible death.

The smirk never left his face.

"Did you really think that would be enough?" he asked, his voice carrying through the battlefield like a whisper that demanded obedience.

Trevor didn't respond. He moved.

Blood surged from his body, coiling into massive, living blades that vibrated with power. With a single thought, they shot toward Luciel, each one carrying the weight of his bloodline's destructive essence.

Luciel didn't dodge.

He raised a hand, fingers splayed. The air trembled. The moment the blood blades neared him, they were torn apart by a force unseen, shredded into mist before they could even touch his body.

Trevor barely had time to react before Luciel was in front of him, an open palm pressing against his chest.

A gust of wind erupted from Luciel's hand, not just pushing Trevor back but hurling him like a broken puppet. His body cracked through a mountain of debris, carving a deep trench in the earth before he finally came to a stop, coughing up blood.

Lamair stepped forward, his third eye narrowing. The dark purple glow around his body pulsed as he extended all four of his arms. A black sigil burned into the air above him, pulsing with an unnatural rhythm.

Luciel glanced at him, his smirk faltering ever so slightly.

The sigil erupted.

A wave of pure death exploded outward, devouring all it touched. The ground beneath Luciel crumbled into dust, the wind around him died, and for a brief moment, even the light seemed to dim.

Luciel raised a hand.

A pulse of emerald-green energy surged from his body, cutting through the death aura as if it were no more than fog. The moment Lamair saw it, he moved to dodge, but Luciel had already appeared behind him.

A single gust of wind wrapped around Lamair's arms, pulling.

A sickening crack rang out as one of his arms was torn from his body.

Lamair barely flinched, his undead nature allowing him to ignore the pain. He twisted, his remaining three hands forming a claw-like gesture, but Luciel was already gone, a spiraling gust pushing him back.

Seraphina was above him now, descending like a divine spear. She didn't hesitate. The moment she saw an opening, she struck.

A golden glyph formed in the air, glowing with power beyond mortal comprehension. Creation itself bent to her will.

Luciel's eyes snapped toward her.

The wind screamed.

Seraphina had no time to react before a sudden force crashed into her, sending her flying across the battlefield. The moment she tried to stabilize herself, the very air around her compressed, squeezing her body like a vice.

She gritted her teeth, pushing back with her divine power, but it was useless. The air itself was against her, wrapping around her limbs, her neck, her wings.

Luciel walked forward, his expression unreadable now.

"This is the difference between us," he said, his voice calm, patient. "You three have strength. Potential, even. But potential is not enough."

Trevor stood up, his vision blurry, his body burning from within. Lamair's missing arm was already regenerating, but the damage was done. Seraphina struggled against the force restraining her, her divine aura flickering.

Luciel sighed, lifting a single hand.

The wind howled.

The battlefield erupted.

Trevor was the first to be struck, a twisting force of compressed air slamming into his gut and sending him to his knees. Lamair was next, caught in a spiraling vortex that crushed his body from all sides, forcing him into the dirt. Seraphina, still midair, was flung down, crashing into the ground with a force that sent cracks spreading for miles.

Luciel stood over them now, his gaze unreadable.

"Not yet," he muttered, almost to himself. "You are not yet ready to challenge me."

Then, with a wave of his hand, the wind exploded outward, carrying their battered bodies across the battlefield like fallen leaves in a storm.