Salvos (A Monster Evolution LitRPG)

558. The World Of His Mind Part Three

Salvos (Secely’s Sentinel) (The Devil’s Daughter)

Species: [Primeval Demon of Pride] 

Secondary Species: [Lesser God]

Subspecies: [Angelic Devil Princess] - Lvl. 164

Class: [Draconic Apprentice] - Lvl. 140

General Skills:

[Advanced Mana Manipulation] - Lvl. 10 (Maxed)

[Corruption Resistance] - Lvl. 5

[Corruption Navigation] - Lvl. 2

[Identification] - Lvl. 6

[Racial Skill: True Divinity] - Lvl. 1 (Maxed)

[Racial Skill: Universal Language Comprehension] - Lvl. 2

[Rest] - Lvl. 5

[Wisdom of the Old Gods] - Lvl. 5

[Title Skill: General Status Effect Resistance] - Lvl. 1

[Title Skill: Invoke Wrath] - Lvl. 2

[Title Skill: Protection of the Sentinel] - Lvl. 1

[Title Skill: The Devil’s Grace] - Lvl. 1 

[Racial Skill: Divine Essence of the Angelic Devil Princess] - Lvl. 1 (Maxed)

Stats:

[Available Stat Points: 0]

[Vitality]: 265 (+30) (+10) 

[Strength]: 255 (+30) (+10) 

[Endurance]: 255 (+30) (+10) (+3) 

[Wisdom]: 410 (+30) (+10) (+50) 

[Agility]: 450 (+30) (+10) (+5) 

Skills:

[Available Skill Points: 4]

[Angel’s Wings] - Lvl. 15

[Barrage of Cinders] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Divine Demon’s Mark] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Divine Haste] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Intimidation] - Lvl. 10 (Maxed)

[Faux Limbs] - Lvl. 25 (Maxed)

[Divine Nebular Construct] - Lvl. 25 (Maxed)

[Divine Strike] - Lvl. 10

[Divine Radiant Slash] - Lvl. 15 (Maxed)

[Sacred Hellfire] - Lvl. 10

[Salvo of Vanity] - Lvl. 25 (Maxed)

[The Call of Armageddon] - Lvl. 10

[The Holy Flames] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Passive - Angelic Premonition] - Lvl. 15

[Passive - Weapon Mastery] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Available Grand Skill Points: 0]

[Claw of Corruption] - Lvl. 1

[My Flame Shall Burn Until Eternity Ends] - Lvl. 3 (Maxed)

[Unused Skill Slot] x2

Secondary Skills: 

[Available Secondary Skill Points: 5]

[Draconic Fury] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Greater Teleportation] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Manifestation of the Old Gods] - Lvl. 5

[Truth Divination] - Lvl. 5

[Warped Time] - Lvl. 20 (Maxed)

[Passive - Dragon Scales] - Lvl. 10 (Maxed)

[Passive - Master of Material Manipulation] - Lvl. 15 (Maxed)

[Passive - Weaker Regeneration] - Lvl.5

[The World of My Mind] - Lvl. 1

[Unused Secondary Skill Slot] x1

[Title Available]

I looked over my new Status for a very brief moment. I had gained two brand new Grand Skills, and I have leveled quite a few times since I descended down into the second layer. But even as I desperately searched for anything to help me, [Angelic Premonition] told me that it was pointless.

Even if I had my [Divine Flames of the Angelic Devil Princess] and [My Flames Shall Burn Until Eternity Ends] active right now, I was still going to lose against my opponents. I didn’t stand a chance. Not in the slightest. After all, I was facing against— 

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Hellspace - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Hellspace - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

That was right. A pair of Corrupted Hellspaces surrounded me. Both of them were far beyond my level. Even without [Angelic Premonition] telling me that I wouldn’t be able to harm either of them, I knew that there was no point in even trying to fight them.

I recalled both the [Basilisk] and Belphegor fighting a single Corrupted Hellspace back in the first layer. Sure, they won the fight. But that was mostly thanks to Belphegor’s efforts. The [Basilisk] wasn’t able to do much behind its prison. And yet, it had nearly been able to kill me with its sight alone. 

But the very same attack was pretty much nullified by the Corrupted Hellspace. The petrification hadn’t even slowed the corruption, let alone hurt its target. 

So I was at my wit’s end. I was forced to face an enemy I couldn’t possibly defeat. And it wasn’t just one of them— there were two of them bearing down on me. The only fortune I was given was that one of the Corrupted Hellspaces was distracted, attacking Belphegor with its tendrils. But the other had its sight set upon me. And I could only stare in shock as it approached me.

I recognized it. It was the very same Corrupted Hellspace that had attacked me earlier— just before I had escaped into the storm of the void. I thought I had escaped thanks to the bubbles of non-existence obfuscating my path. But that wasn’t the case. 

The Corrupted Hellspace could traverse the nothingness without a problem. It pursued me, and now, it was here. It began to ripple as it let out a screech, charging straight down at me. The space around its rift-like body distorted. I could feel a powerful shockwave washing over me— twisting the space where I stood, even before the corruption reached me.

I braced myself. But I didn’t have a weapon. I no longer had my Divine Nebular Scythe on me, and I wasn’t going to be able to create another one in time to protect myself. Not that it mattered. There was only one thing I could do right now.

As the Corrupted Hellspace drew closer, I raised a clawed hand. I closed my eyes, listening to Belphegor yelling in the background as he was locked in battle with his own enemy. And the world around me began to shift.

The ripple that swept over me came to a halt as I focused on it. A glimmer of light seemed to shine around me like a glass box. The power of my [Fractured Pocket Dimension], but far stronger. I clapped my claws together as space twisted and turned, conjuring my brand new Grand Skill.

“[The World Of My Mind]!”

And there was a flicker. I began to ascend up into the air, even without flapping my [Angelic Wings] behind my back. Instead, an invisible platform carried me. I watched as the Corrupted Hellspace slowed. 

It didn’t have a face. It was simply a corrupted rift. And yet, I could tell by the way it began to turn its distorted body that it was searching for me. It scanned its surroundings, but I was nowhere to be found. I sighed in relief as I dropped to my knees.

“That was close…”

My voice echoed here in my little pocket space. But it didn’t echo beyond the boundaries of the glass-like walls carrying me. After all, I was pretty much separated from the world I could see around me. I sighed in relief. 

Just like my dad, my world was now invisible to everyone in this plane. The moment I activated my Grand Skill, I emulated him— I copied what he had done when he left me alone here in the Netherworld again. Even though I could see everything around me, I was safe—

And there was a screech. I narrowed my eyes as I heard a shout. Belphegor kicked the first Corrupted Hellspace back, tearing off its tendril. And right as he landed on the ground, the second Corrupted Hellspace rushed him. 

It struck him from behind. Its sharp tendrils dug into his back, but his leathery skin was sturdy. He shrugged off the attacks and let out a guttural cry. He grabbed the tendril, before yanking down. And the tendril of corruption was ripped right off.

Belphegor leapt into the air, using the torn tendril of corruption as a blade as he crashed into the second Corrupted Hellspace. It reeled from the attack. Its body was shredded open. But before Belphegor could finish it off, the first Corrupted Hellspace returned. 

The two of them inundated him with their assault. Whenever one was beaten back, the other would substitute in. Even as he whittled away at their coat of corruption, they would always just regenerate back from the damage when he was distracted with the other. So it was almost a pointless battle. 

I just hovered in the air, looking on with no idea as to what to do right now. I couldn’t help Belphegor. He fought against those two Corrupted Hellspaces alone. And all I could do was watch with bated breath.

He grunted as he crashed straight into the core of the first Corrupted Hellspace, tearing through the corruption. Perhaps it was because the first Corrupted Hellspace was younger— a nascent thing that had just been given birth to by the end of the world. But Belphegor seemed to tear through its corruption far easier. 

He ignored the second Corrupted Hellspace as it assailed him from behind. He shrugged off the attacks, even as his skin was ripped open. But only tiny droplets of black blood dripped from his wounds. Like he barely had any blood left to shed.

Belphegor took a step back as the first Corrupted Hellspace began to dissipate. The corruption faded from its body, and the rift began to close. It was dead. I just stared.

“Huh. Maybe I don’t even need to help him…”

I looked on as he turned around, glaring at the second Corrupted Hellspace— the remaining Corrupted Hellspace. It made a loud groaning sound as it lashed out at him with its tendrils again. He ground his teeth together, growling as he sprinted forward. 

He dug his lanky arms into the ground, pulling out a sword from the rubble at his feet. But as he swung the weapon at the Corrupted Hellspace, the blade fell apart. The corruption began to consume it, and he leapt back. 

The Corrupted Hellspace twisted. Its wounds began to close as I smiled to myself. It was a lot stronger than the first, but Belphegor would still defeat it. He steadied himself as his back faced the end of the world.

And I heard a chittering in the distance. I blinked as Belphegor frowned. I glanced back, hearing the chittering grow louder. And my eyes went wide as I saw figures emerging from the storm of the void. The bubbles of non-existence peeled back, revealing— 

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Gargoyle - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Netherstone - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Netherstone - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Netherstone - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Gargoyle - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Gargoyle - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Netherstone - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Netherstructure - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Netherstructure - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Netherstone - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Netherstone - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

[-̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ Gargoyle - Lvl. -̸͙̍̀͠-̴̛̠͊̀͝-̵̪̱̼͑-̶̰͎͙̉̆͝ ]

….

“That’s…”

I stared at the army of corruption as it congregated here. Thousands of them. The very same ones that had pursued me here. And they joined the Corrupted Hellspace as Belphegor clenched a fist. He stood before the approaching corruption as I watched from the safety of my pocket space.

And a rift opened up above Belphegor. Another Corrupted Hellspace began to slowly form.

“Oh no.”

I could only whisper as Belphegor bellowed another wary cry. And the corrupted army charged.