ushernet Chapter 152 Isaac VS Krainel Salvador
Chapter 152 Isaac VS Krainel Salvador
Krainel Salvador had encountered his fair share of twisted men over the years.
But the man standing before him now? Isaac was something else entirely.
A monster in a league of his own.
Krainel had already unleashed his corruption earlier, his body pulsating with dark energy, but now he was focusing—gathering his power, preparing something much larger.
Isaac, meanwhile, seemed wholly absorbed in his own twisted game. Taunting. Toying. Executing. It was clear that his attention wasn't fully on Krainel yet, and that was an opening—an opportunity Krainel had to take.
Defeating Isaac in his fully unleashed form? That wasn't Krainel's concern right now.
His true objective in Lunaria's capital had never been about the Book of Asmodeus to begin with. He had assumed retrieving it would be simple—steal it from whoever possessed it. But then he arrived on this rooftop... and Isaac was the one holding it.@@@@
That changed everything.
Isaac was dangerous. Far too dangerous. He needed to be killed.
But forcing a battle right now? That would be foolish.
Instead, Krainel silently opened the Book of Asmodeus, its dark pages thrumming with something corrupted as he began reciting the incantations for a large-scale attack.
Meanwhile, Isaac remained unfazed, continuing his monologue as if none of this mattered.
"A life... gone, just like that."
His fingers briefly traced the blood-stained ground before he slowly rose to his feet. His black revolver still hung loosely at his side.
Without hesitation, he reached down, grabbed another demon by the hair, and yanked his head back with brutal force—despite the overwhelming gravity pressing down on him.
The demon's face twisted painfully, his skin stretched tight, his lips pulled unnaturally as he struggled against both the crushing weight and Isaac's grip. His breath came out in short, ragged gasps.
Isaac barely acknowledged his suffering.
He simply lifted the demon's face higher and gestured with his revolver toward Krainel, who remained focused on his book.
"Look at him."
The demon's trembling eyes darted toward Krainel.
A silent call.
A desperate, hopeless prayer that someone—anyone—would stop this nightmare.
Isaac pressed the cold barrel of his revolver against the back of the demon's skull.
"...!"
A barely audible whimper escaped from the demon's lips.
Then—
-BANG!
Blood splattered across the rooftop once more.
Isaac released his grip instantly, letting the lifeless body crumple unceremoniously to the ground.
And then, without hesitation—he stepped toward the next one.
Another demon.
Another trembling figure, paralyzed in terror beneath him.
Isaac stared down at him.
"When you execute people for years and years, you start losing count. You forget the reasons. The purpose. The weight of it all vanishes."
He crouched slightly, meeting the wide, horrified eyes of the next demon.
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"But what you gain in return?"
Isaac slowly raised his gun toward him.
"Is something far more valuable."
The demon flinched, his body convulsing in fear.
"You gain the satisfaction of knowing your enemies fear you. That they will continue to fear you—just by hearing your name. You become more than a man. More than a soldier. You become a God to them. A God of death... but a God nonetheless."
-BANG!
She immediately summoned a sword in her left hand, ready to block—
-BANG!
A gunshot rang out.
A bullet whizzed past her, mere inches from her outstretched hand, before obliterating Krainel's massive claw in midair.
Lyanna sprang backward, landing lightly on her feet, her amber eyes narrowing as they snapped toward Isaac.
If she had reacted a second later, she would have lost her hand.
But more than that—who the hell was he?
He looked like a noble, dressed in elegant attire, yet she had never seen him before. And there was something... off about him.
She didn't have time to dwell on it.
In the next instant, Krainel blurred past her, making a beeline for Isaac.
Isaac, unlike Lyanna, was far from a physical combatant. His body wasn't built for direct confrontation. In terms of raw strength, he was the second weakest among them—only Adam ranked lower. But Isaac had other weapons.
-BOOM!
The moment Krainel reached him, his body was repelled by an invisible force, catapulted backward at blinding speed. He crashed violently into the far edge of the gravitational barrier, the impact shaking the entire rooftop.
Lyanna seized the opportunity.
With a swift motion, she swung her spear, releasing a barrage of luminous blades. The swords of light tore through the air, piercing Krainel's monstrous limbs and pinning him against the barrier like a crucifixion.
-BANG!
Isaac didn't hesitate.
Another gunshot.
-BOOOM!
"AGH!"
Krainel coughed up blood as the bullet tore through his stomach, the force of it making his entire frame shudder.
Lyanna's eyes widened.
"Wait—!"
-BANG!
-BANG!
-BANG!
Three more shots fired in rapid succession. Each bullet struck Krainel with brutal precision, wringing out strangled groans of pain.
Ruthless.
Isaac wasn't giving him a chance to speak, to move, to fight back. Every shot was calculated and merciless.
Yet one thing gnawed at Lyanna's mind.
If he really wanted Krainel dead—why wasn't he aiming for the head?
-BANG!
-BOOM!
Another shot fired, the bullet hurtling toward its target—
But before it could land, a flash of light sliced through the air.
Lyanna's spear struck the bullet mid-flight, shattering it with a sharp clang before she moved, appearing between Isaac and Krainel in an instant.
"Stop. We need him alive and conscious."
A small silence followed.
Isaac didn't lower his gun.
He simply stared at her. Then, with a slow motion, he cocked the hammer back.
"Who's 'we'?"
And then—he shifted the revolver's muzzle toward her.
"Move."