Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely
Chapter 104: Asmodeus, Primordial Extermination Plan

Chapter 104: Asmodeus, Primordial Extermination Plan

[Asmodeus, The Underworld Ruler (Hell Form)]

[Level: 50]

[Description: The Fourth Forsaken Lord and ruler of the Underworld. Wields overwhelming hellfire and twisted, cursed weapons. if he has you stuck in his domain, you are pretty much dead.]

[Hell-Mode Analysis: In our way. Avenge the others.]

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Sam’s eyes gleamed with sharp focus as the pressure between them built.

The flame swirling in his open palm wasn’t finished forming, but it was close.

He could feel it, this one would matter later.

Across the platform, Asmodeus stood like a god of fire and fury, black wings spread, heat distorting the space around him.

His clawed hand stayed pointed straight at Sam, his expression a picture of mockery.

"Well," Asmodeus grinned, rows of sharp teeth exposed as his crimson eyes pierced through the air, "I always used the same tactic when Primordials wandered into my domain."

He chuckled lowly, as if it amused him to explain it at all.

"And guess what?" he continued. "I’m gonna use that same method to get rid of you."

"..."

"It’s worked every time."

Sam didn’t say a word. He narrowed his eyes instead.

’So he’s done this before,’ Sam thought, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword.

And more importantly, he said the tactic he used had never failed.

This meant that Asmodeus had fought many Primordials, and each time they came to this place, he used the exact same method to kill them all.

Sam didn’t like that.

He didn’t like how confident this Forsaken Lord sounded.

But what mattered more was the fact that he was here. Alive. Ready. And this time, things were going to be different.

’If he thinks I’m just another one of them...’

He let the thought trail off as that cold determination locked into place again.

Sam wasn’t here to lose. He’d break the pattern.

"Here we go," Asmodeus announced, lifting his arms wide as the sea of black flames surrounding the arena began to roar with movement. "Stage one of the [Primordial Extermination] plan!"

He laughed again.

"Oh, and don’t get it twisted," he added with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "I told every one of them about this tactic before using it. They all still failed."

He didn’t even consider the possibility that Sam might be different.

That would be his first mistake.

The aura around Asmodeus suddenly surged. And then, he snapped his fingers.

FWISH!

All at once, hundreds of tridents forged from condensed black flames launched from every direction, covering the entire sky and surrounding platform.

There was no place to run. No gap. No time.

"YOUR DEATH SHALL BE A STEPPING STONE TO US!" Asmodeus roared, black fire flaring from his body. "THIS REALM WILL FEEL JOY AT YOUR DEMISE!"

Sam didn’t move.

He simply closed his eyes. Not a single drop of sweat. Not a flicker of fear.

Then—

"I’ll just destroy this realm too."

With that quiet promise, Sam vanished into the floor, his body slipping into the shadows beneath the arena as [Void Rush] activated.

The flaming tridents crashed into the space he’d stood in, but he was already gone.

He moved like smoke under the surface, dodging every single trident without taking a hit, and just as quickly, he resurfaced.

He stood tall, not a scratch on him.

"Is that it?" Sam asked, casually brushing dust from his shoulder. "My kind really died from... that?"

Asmodeus’s smile cracked. His pupils shrank slightly.

"Tch,"

"Phase Two," he spat as he dropped to the ground.

FWISH! BOOM!

The massive trident in his hand, the real one, not the projectiles, hit the ground with enough force to rattle the platform.

Asmodeus gripped it with both hands now, facing Sam directly.

"I’ll show you just how outclassed you are."

"Heh," Sam exhaled, his lips curling upward.

He adjusted his stance, holding the Primordial Sword in one hand. The other still held the growing dark flame.

He wasn’t letting it go.

[You have the feeling it might save your life.]

He didn’t know why. But something deep in his soul told him to keep it burning.

Asmodeus’s black flame rings began swirling around his body, spinning faster, feeding his form with more energy.

Sam snapped his fingers.

FWISH.

The [Forsaken Clone] appeared next to him, sword in hand, ready for war.

Asmodeus glanced at the copy with a twisted grin.

"Even if there were ten of you, I’d still win."

And just like that, they all moved at once.

BOOM!

Sam, the clone, and Asmodeus clashed in the center of the platform.

The trident blocked both of their downward swings in one motion, caught horizontally between its wielder’s clawed hands.

Asmodeus glanced at Sam’s blade. "That sword... It’s the first time I’ve seen a Primordial wielding something like that. What’s its—"

Slash!

The clone ducked under Asmodeus’s guard and slashed upward, cutting across his cheek.

Blood sprayed. The air snapped.

"You..." Asmodeus growled, his rage flaring instantly. "FUCK YOU!"

His rings of black flame surged outward, crashing into Sam and the clone like tidal waves.

Both were hit, their [Eternal Barriers] rippling from the pressure, but they didn’t back off.

They kept pushing forward.

Abyssal Obliteration!

Both Sam and the clone summoned dark portals, flooding the air with hundreds of bullets, each one powered by their affinities.

But they didn’t even scratch him.

Sam tried to charge a [Bullet of Oblivion]. But he had no chance.

Asmodeus was too fast, slamming into him before he could even finish forming it.

The [Tendrils of Oblivion] failed too, cut down by rapid slashes from the trident before they could land.

The clone attempted [Sovereign Inferno]. It didn’t matter.

The black flame rings around Asmodeus shielded him from everything.

Every trick Sam had ever used, every ace up his sleeve, all of them were rendered useless.

He was going to have to fight him head-on. And he knew that was exactly what Asmodeus wanted.

It was the worst situation to be in.

SLASH! SLASH!

Blow after blow rained down on him and the clone.

The trident moved like a living beast, relentless and accurate. Sam’s barrier was slowly being chipped away.

To make things worse, flaming [Trident Projectiles] kept launching at them mid-fight.

Void Rush!

The clone tried to escape into the ground, but Asmodeus read it perfectly.

CRASH!

He slammed the trident into the platform, blasting the clone back into the open, before stabbing it. Over and over.

"You can’t win. None of your tricks matter," Asmodeus said, fire spilling from his mouth. "Even if you reach Stage Three... not a single Primordial has survived that one."

Sam didn’t listen. He kept going.

Swing after swing. Dodge. Counter. Dash.

It didn’t matter if it looked impossible.

He wasn’t stopping. But the cost was catching up.

[Eternal Barrier: 7/50]

[Forsaken Clone Barrier: 3/50]

Clash! Slash! Smash!

Asmodeus kept laughing through it all.

"Of course you keep going. You Primordials never know when to quit."

Sam could see it clearly now.

The clone was strong, but it was too aggressive. They weren’t in sync. Not completely.

That made them vulnerable.

Sam made a mental note, if he got out of this, he’d need to train with the clone. Learn to move together. Fight like one.

FWISH! SLASH!

[Eternal Barrier: 1/50]

SLASH! CRACK!

[Your "Eternal Barrier" has broken.]

Asmodeus felt it instantly. His smile stretched wide.

"GOT YOU!"

The clone lunged forward to defend, but it was too late.

Asmodeus spun his trident once, then stabbed the clone through the chest.

"Get out of my way."

And with a flick of his arm, he launched the clone off the platform.

Right into the sea of flames.

Ding!

[Your "Forsaken Clone" has been killed.]

Sam’s eyes twitched.

’It can’t revive with [I Always Come Back]... Not when it dies in a place like that.’

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak. But he felt it.

Asmodeus slowly stepped forward, one heavy foot after another.

"Even the last Primordial didn’t amount to much," he said coldly. "And you? You think you can move on when you can’t even defeat me?"

He shook his head and started laughing.

"You really thought you were special." He pointed the trident at Sam, "This is where your story ends."

Sam didn’t respond.

He held the Primordial Sword in one hand. And the still-burning dark flame in the other.

He looked at it for just a second. Felt it pulse in his palm.

’I just have to keep going...’ he thought to himself, ’Stay determined.’