The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 287: Inferno of Reckoning – Dubai, Midnight

Samuel's POV –

The desert wind had cooled beneath the neon glow of Azure Horizon's spires. I stood on a rooftop overlooking the vault complex, Henry at my side, both of us cloaked in shadow. Owen was deep within the beast sanctuary, entrusting us with the final strike against William Yates's last stronghold of corruption.

I cracked my knuckles, savoring the electricity in the air. The Harbinger of Destruction level‑cap had shifted—I'm Level 200 now. Time to show the world what a perfect two‑hundred looks like.

"System, show me my status window."

A holo‑screen shimmered into view:

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[Status Window]

Name: Samuel Gebb

Title: Harbinger of Destruction

Race: Abyss‑Touched Human

Level: 200

HP: 250,000 / 250,000

Mana: 100,000 / 100,000

Strength: 850

Agility: 620

Endurance: 780

Intelligence: 630

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[Combat Techniques]

1. Oblivion Chain – Summons chains of void energy to bind and fracture enemy defenses.

2. Crimson Cataclysm – Creates a bloody vortex that tears the battlefield apart.

3. Demon's Grasp – Instantly teleports into enemy ranks, crippling multiple foes with shadow claws.

4. Apocalypse Roar – Unleashes a deafening roar that fractures armor and shatters morale.

5. Last Rites – A finishing strike that siphons life force, healing the Harbinger.

[Magical Abilities]

6. Nightmare Eclipse – Blots out light, plunging the area into pure darkness that devours magic.

7. Soulforge Nova – Ignites the souls of the fallen around me, detonating in waves of infernal fire.

8. Voidstep – Phases through reality to avoid any attack or cross vast distances in an instant.

9. Raven's Descent – Summons a storm of shadowy ravens that peck at enemies' souls.

10. Rune of Ruin – Places a cursed mark on a target; when triggered, the target's powers backfire catastrophically.

[Unique Skills]

11. Harbinger's Wrath – Increases all damage by 50% when HP drops below 30%.

12. Dread Sovereign – Terror aura; enemies within range suffer crippling fear and reduced defenses.

13. Eternal Desolation – Grants immunity to crowd control and status effects for 20 seconds.

14. Blood Oath – Bonds to an ally; when either falls below 10% HP, both gain massive regeneration.

15. Oblivion Ascendant – Once per day, fully restores HP/Mana and doubles all stats for 1 minute.

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I closed the window and turned to Henry, who'd been watching with that cold, calculating gaze of his.

"Level 200," I said with satisfaction. "Feels good."

Henry smirked, adjusting his Divine Executioner's blade. "We're a formidable duo. Ready to collapse the Dubai node?"

I cracked my neck. "Let's exterminate every last krona from Yates's vault. I want his fortune to scream as it burns."

Henry's eyes gleamed. "As you wish. Execution protocols are primed."

Together, we descended the fire escape into the shadows, two harbingers moving through Dubai's heart of corruption—one a demon of void and chain, the other a divine arbiter of final justice.

The world didn't stand a chance.

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POV: Samuel Gebb

The industrial sector of Dubai was oddly quiet. The air was dense with oil, rust, and secrets. Ahead of us stood the monolithic silhouette of Factory Node-07, one of William Yates's offshore asset processors. The place was a fortress—barbed fences, automated turrets, magical surveillance, and a dozen armed guards patrolling like clockwork insects.

I clicked my earpiece.

"Henry. You ready?"

His calm voice crackled through.

"I'm in position. Perimeter's mapped. You take the left flank. I'll breach through the security bunker."

I smiled darkly, stepping into the shadows.

"Let's turn his empire into ash."

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[Inside the Factory Compound]

Two guards at the north entrance were smoking when I stepped out of the shadows like a ghost. One barely blinked before my Voidstep triggered, placing me right behind him.

"What the—"

CRACK. My elbow shattered his jaw.

The other guard raised his rifle but choked as my Oblivion Chains coiled around his throat.

"Sleep now. You'll wake up in hell."

I moved fast, weaving between cargo crates and boiler tanks, eyes glowing faintly with black fire.

In the distance, I heard the distinct thump of Henry's execution hammer.

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[Security Bunker – Henry's POV]

"You've breached a restricted facility—STOP!"

I didn't reply. My eyes glowed silver as I summoned Divine Execution—my hammer seethed with radiant judgment.

"By my hand, the wicked fall."

With a single swing, I shattered the steel-reinforced door. Two guards raised mana-shields. I threw a Sanctified Bolt—pure light pierced their barriers, and they collapsed, unconscious before they hit the ground.

"Samuel, systems are down. Blow it."

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[Control Tower – Samuel's POV]

"With pleasure."

I kicked the command console, spilling sparks across the floor. Typing in the detonation codes I had pulled from Owen's network hack, I activated the fail-safe.

Sirens began to scream. Red lights spun violently.

Workers and guards panicked as I projected my voice across the PA.

"This is a message from the Abyss. William Yates's sins won't be processed here anymore. Consider this... divine accounting."

I raised my hand and roared, triggering Soulforge Nova.

Flames erupted from the ground—twisting, crimson inferno that spiraled into the rafters and detonated every mana-fused machine.

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[Main Factory Floor – Henry's POV]

The workers screamed. A group of mercs tried to hold the line. One charged at me.

"You think you're some goddamn saint?! You'll pay for this!"

I deflected his blade and whispered, "No, I'm the executioner."

BOOM. My hammer came down, turning the ground to a crater.

Samuel dropped from the ceiling beside me, soaked in smoke and fury.

"Any survivors?"

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"Only if they were smart enough to run."

The factory behind us ignited like a volcano. Explosions thundered across the district as magic reactors collapsed inward.

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[Outside – As They Walk Away]

The city watched as the sky above Factory Node-07 turned blood-red.

Samuel lit a cigarette, watching flames dance.

"Well, one node down. Let's see how many pieces Willam has left before he's truly broke."

Henry wiped his hammer clean with a cloth that caught fire as he tossed it.

"He's not just losing money. He's losing his grip."

Samuel smirked.

"And soon... he'll lose everything else."

They walked into the Dubai night, two devils cloaked in judgment, leaving behind nothing but ash—and the burning legacy of a man whose time was nearly up.