Chapter 624: Devil God Transformation
The fifth and final stage of the citadel was unlike anything Max had expected. It wasn’t vast or ornate like the other stages. Instead, it was a simple circular hall, dimly lit, and strangely quiet—almost like a sealed archive lost in time.
Shelves lined the curved walls, filled with old books, crumbling scrolls, ink-stained pens, and dusty artifacts. The scent of age and forgotten knowledge hung thick in the air. Yet none of that truly captured Max’s attention.
Two things stood out immediately, demanding his full focus.
At the very center of the hall, enclosed in a perfectly clear spherical vessel, hovered a single drop of crimson blood. It pulsed faintly with a rhythm that echoed like a heartbeat, casting an eerie red glow on the white marble floor beneath it.
Even without touching it, Max could feel its power. It wasn’t just blood—this was divine, filled with energy so dense it felt like it could collapse space around it.
Most importantly, Max felt his entire infernal energy tumbling up and down in the presence of this blood. It was reacting very violently to the drop of blood in front of him.
But what truly sent a shiver down his spine was the figure locked in a large rectangular chamber on the far side of the room. Tall and imposing, the figure was frozen inside a thick glass-like casing. Countless black wires and rusting tubes were coiled around it, connected to strange machines that hummed weakly, as though barely alive after all this time.
Max stepped closer, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.
The figure... its entire body was pitch black, a complete void of color, like it had been forged from shadow itself. Glowing red lines crisscrossed its body like veins of molten lava, pulsating softly beneath the surface. And on its head—two sharp, curving horns jutted out, giving it the unmistakable presence of something not born of this world.