Enoch Razvolnic 9

Doyun’s focus zeroed upon those descending talon points aiming directly for his throat:

‘Jugular.’

Satan habitually favored initiating right-handed strikes targeting that area overall.

As Doyun evaded those talons, he lunged inwards penetrating Satan’s guard decisively. Calmly slashing laterally, he severed straight across that demonic throat altogether:

Shurahk-

Around 30% of Satan’s neck got bisected spurting obsidian ichor like grotesque arterial geysers simultaneously.

‘Next the heart.’

Yet rather than succumbing outright, Satan simply aimed his remaining left appendage piercing inwards targeting Doyun’s cardiac region directly while staggered within that lethal clinch altogether.

Targeting craniums, throats alongside vital organs represented deeply ingrained demonic killer instincts after all.

Doyun promptly redirected that incoming talon claw outwards – interlocking both combatants’ hands together while obsidian miasmas alongside pitch-black battle auras swirled violently across those intertwined knuckles simultaneously.

Both appendages engaged brutal tests of strength accompanied by audible crackling dissonances altogether – Bbuhdduhdduhk.

Yet even as a Vanguard Commander himself, Satan ultimately could not prevail against the Saint King’s Supreme martial supremacies whatsoever:

[Hegius’ Style Martial Arts – Supreme Iron Grip]

Kkwhudduruhukt-. Doyun’s fingers penetrated those obsidian extrusions forcibly overwhelming Satan’s vain exertions decisively.

Having lost that test of strength decisively, Satan manifested dense spiny protrusions erupting outwards from across his entire constricted limb surfaces viciously:

Kkakakaahng-!

Yet Doyun’s extremities remained protected by indestructible artifact-grade Celestial Gauntlets overall – slashing downwards while gaining interim separation distances severing Satan’s forearm altogether instantaneously.

With that severed limb remaining trapped within Doyun’s uncompromising vice grip, Satan could only relinquish those dismembered sections without any alternatives remaining viable whatsoever.

The precise moment Doyun gained sufficient interim distances, he hurled that severed limb away forcefully –

Soon afterwards, explosive energies detonated spontaneously across that discarded demonic appendage altogether:

Kwaaaahhhnnnggg-!

Without flinching whatsoever amidst those devastating impacts, Doyun simply scrutinized Satan stoically – never once sparing a single glance towards those erupting detonations whatsoever.

That previously severed neck region had already regenerated completely without leaving any lingering traces behind whatsoever.

“…So you truly were Razvolnic incarnate after all.”

Kuhluhruhukt, Bbuhdduhduruhhk! Another brand new limb spontaneously erupted outwards replacing that dismembered section – showcasing utterly insane regenerative capabilities altogether.

“You’ve… Really returned to the living realms once more. Huh…”

Satan murmured softly harboring disbelief yet powerless denying any further whatsoever.

That singular exchange alone purged every single lingering uncertainty without leaving any room for doubts remaining whatsoever.

Razvolnic. Ever since their initial encounters, he had behaved strangely almost like intimately comprehending Satan’s own personal existences altogether beforehand.

And that had indeed proven absolutely accurate without any exceptions arising under any circumstances imaginable –

From minuscule combat habits down towards spontaneous regenerations, grotesque physiological manifestations alongside destructive detonations:

Razvolnic understood Satan’s deepest existential quintessences better than he knew himself even across countless eons spanning utter infinity itself.

‘Just like during our prior skirmishes earlier…’

Doyun swung his blade precisely flicking away viscous obsidian ichor splattering across those edge surfaces – Huhdduhdduk.

That pitch-black demonic blood coating his entire corporeal form spontaneously evaporated accompanied by eerie Chiiiiing- hissing resonances altogether – the noxious miasmas alongside indelible curses infused saturating Satan’s lifeblood represented utterly nightmarish existential horrors.

Yet the celestial avatar Doyun retained complete immunities against such metaphysically saturated afflictions whatsoever after all.

Doyun scrutinized Satan intently without further restraint:

‘My power reserves depleted considerably. Against any other Vanguard Commander in such states, defensive sustainment seems utterly infeasible.’

Yet having fought Satan countless times across countless lifetimes over and over again – Doyun formulated future contingencies combining experiences alongside accrued insights decisively.

He decided playing along with Satan’s psychopathic murderous impulses momentarily at least:

“You know what’s even more twisted?”

“What.”

“I’ve already killed you twice over before.”

“…What?”

What kind of nonsensical rants? Satan furrowed his brows warily altogether.

Even as they conversed, those obsidian epidermal extrusions steadily receded across Satan’s corporeal vessel – that cherubic adolescent visage slowly reemerging once more.

Doyun pointed accusingly towards Satan directly:

“Those eyes of yours. Proved mighty useful overall I’ll admit.”

Satan recoiled instinctively reacting visibly shaken:

“Took some work purifying them of course, but never encountered such pristinely concentrated mana crystals before. Our Brotherhood mages adored acquisitions like that immensely.”

“How could you possibly…?”

“But why just one eye each time? The first time involved your right eye, while your left during the second encounter. Why manifest such selective efficacies leaving the other side reduced into ordinary stones altogether? Which eye represents this particular lifetime?”

“…Just what exactly are you…?”

Rather than shuddering in existential trepidation, Satan’s cranium manifested throbbing pulsing vein lines visibly instead.

Expressing naked bewilderment alongside unrestrained fury, Satan’s irises fragmented further into independently autonomous eyeballs – each one rotating erratically accompanied by grotesquely reverberating Kuhluhruhukt- frequencies altogether.

“Just how do you possess such intimate insights into my deepest existences…? Did some deity impart this forbidden wisdom unto you then?”

An enduring enigma Satan had grappled with across countless prior lifetimes overall:

He had posed that exact same perplexing query towards Enoch more times than could ever be counted throughout each successive encounter – yet Enoch always evaded responding directly without fail.

Yet this time around, Doyun saw no reason concealing anything further whatsoever instead:

“I am a Regressor.”

“!!”

“Currently my eighteenth cycle overall. No wait, considering my latest reincarnations – does this represent the nineteenth rebirth instead previously?”

Satan’s jaws hung open incredulously unable processing such harrowing implications whatsoever.

Enoch usually kept that singular secret utterly confidential under any circumstances whatsoever. Beyond Enoch, God, Vuyskr and Hegius – nobody else remained privy towards his Regression abilities whatsoever.

For Regressors never feared death under any circumstances imaginable overall.

The single worst possible scenario for their kind involved having their Regression pathways severed permanently instead –

If enemy forces somehow managed capturing them alive without any fatalities arising, before deploying psychic assaults imprisoning them within permanent comatose oblivion forevermore?

That alone represented genuine death towards Regressors beyond any doubts whatsoever!

Yet this represented Doyun’s final life cycle without any further regressions forthcoming.

No further reasons remained concealing that two century secret any longer whatsoever.

Doyun unveiled those long-held mysteries spanning over two hundred years altogether – bearing unmistakably relieved expressions finally:

“Regression…?”

Satan seemed utterly unable processing such earth-shattering revelations unfolding before him – looking completely shellshocked from such staggeringly profound disclosures altogether.

“…So that’s how it all came about then. Which explains…”

Enoch Razvolnic’s unprecedented unorthodox trajectories walking singularly unbeaten paths throughout history – completely shattered every last conceivable illusion whatsoever.

The sheer unrealistic combat supremacies surpassing entire Vanguard Commander contingents combined outside Nergal’s protective wards.

Unparalleled informational networking capabilities acquiring every single continental asset alongside treasures, elixirs and talents existentially imaginable altogether.

Instinctual combat proficiencies defying even Satan’s own accumulated experiences spanning over utter infinity itself overall.

Even the previous Demon Lord Progenitor expressed incredulity towards Enoch Razvolnic’s supremely peerless existential paradigm back then –

Asserting such perfected existential supremacies transcended even divine capacities manifesting mortal avatars whatsoever under any circumstances imaginable.

No matter how insurmountable sacrificial costs paid – manifesting such sublimely transcendent living beings represented utter impossibilities regardless.

Yet those assertions had been proven completely accurate beyond any doubts whatsoever –

For the ultimate sacrificial costs required birthing the warrior Enoch Razvolnic involved no mere divine benedictions whatsoever.

That supreme price involved the blood, sweat and tears from Razvolnic himself as a vagrant war orphan all along!

“Then that means…”

Satan scrutinized Doyun’s imposing existential presence while trembling visibly out of sheer unconditional dread:

“If I kill you… You’ll simply regress back once more…?”

Doyun remained utterly silent without responding verbally whatsoever – deliberately leaving Satan preoccupied under such mistaken impressions altogether.

The only decisive countermeasure disabling Regressors revolved around indefinite permanent crippling immobilization – without any lethal fatalities arising under any circumstances whatsoever.

Which naturally proved exponentially more difficult accomplishing compared to outright lethal terminations overall.

By allowing Satan harboring delusional notions that Doyun still retained Regression abilities, the Demon Lord’s forces would inevitably refrain from any decisive killing blows – instead prioritizing non-lethal capture attempts altogether.

Which in turn represented Doyun’s own unmitigated boons under any circumstances imaginable ultimately.

Satan assumed Doyun’s silent lack of responses represented tacit confirmations overall. Having recovered somewhat from those initial shocks, visceral malice soon returned flaring within Satan’s smoldering irises once more.

While difficulties escalated drastically overall, fundamental mission directives remained utterly unchanged regardless:

Preventing that very same blade decapitating the Demon Lord’s metaphysical essence once and for all over again – by any means necessary without fail!

Once more those pitch-black epidermal extrusions started spreading outwards from Satan’s shoulders – that cherubic visage disappearing behind utterly nightmarish demonic manifestations emerging altogether.

Having yet regaining full prior lifetimes’ strengths completely, either fatally terminating or non-lethally immobilizing Doyun’s existential supremacy represented Satan’s preeminent priorities whatsoever:

“Never… Again…”

As Satan steeled himself absolutely without a shred of lingering doubts remaining whatsoever, his corporeal vessel underwent macabre metamorphic sequences altogether – exuding noxiously concentrated miasmas overwhelming:

“I shall prevent your transgressions reaching the Demon Lord’s sanctity…!”

His corporeal proportions expanded somewhat beyond Doyun’s own – dense spiny protrusions alongside malformed growths erupted sporadically across widespread epidermal surfaces without restraint whatsoever.

Having successfully provoked Satan’s demonic impulses flaring uncontrollably, Doyun readied his blade properly once more:

“Come then, child – show me what you got one last time.”

The second climatic clash between Satan and Doyun commenced without any further delays whatsoever:

“Kyaaaaaaaahhhh—aaakkk-!!!”

Satan roared spasmodically while unhinging those jaws beyond physically viable limitations – saturating atmospheric conditions with nauseating miasmas altogether. Multiple serpentine appendages resembling forked tongues alongside rows upon rows of razor-sharp fangs layered like grotesque flesh-ripping abominations became visible altogether.

Rationalities progressively deteriorated completely – surrendering control over those bestial demonic essences alongside unrestrained Vanguard Commander capabilities whatsoever.

In such frenzied states, Satan’s strengths escalated exponentially beyond any normal thresholds attainable.

Yet simultaneously, those chaotic physical motions alongside magnified existential signatures manifested without any restraints whatsoever.

‘Most importantly – consumptive energy expenditures accelerate drastically as well.’

While posing significantly daunting threats against Doyun’s own depleted stamina reserves overall momentarily, this represented the solitary opportunity defeating a Vanguard Commander within Nergal’s interior defenses – not something to squander under any circumstances imaginable whatsoever.

Doyun weaved sword trajectories penetrating those massive appendages descending violently once more – talons aimed directly for his jugular region yet again:

That razor-sharp blade sliced cleanly between those talon gaps severing all the way up towards Satan’s elbow joint simultaneously.

Yet despite withdrawing his sword decisively, those grievous wounds regenerated instantly leaving no lingering vulnerabilities exposed whatsoever.

Satan lunged inwards attempting knee strikes targeting Doyun’s torso directly – prompting instantaneous retaliatory countermeasures manifesting immediately:

Utilizing metallurgical fortification talents absorbed from Berthe’s Horde, Doyun hardened his knee joints into reinforced adamantine densities kicking back decisively:

Kwaaaaahhhh–aaannnggg-!

Accompanied by resounding impacts reverberating outwards, Satan’s knee joints bent backwards sickeningly – Bbuhdduhdduhk.

Yet predictably enough, withdrawing those grotesquely contorted limbs simply reinstated perfect regenerations instantaneously without leaving any lasting aftermaths behind whatsoever.

Despite possessing positively nightmarish regenerative supremacies overall, Satan still remained utterly fallible from metaphysical destruction arising ultimately.

Any sustained offensive bombardments without respite whatsoever gradually depleted Satan’s reserves over protracted durations – inevitably reaching definitive culminations no matter what.

Satan’s current berserker rage empowered overwhelming offense supremacies overall – yet also exponentially accelerated consumptive expenditures bringing this climactic encounter racing towards its decisive conclusion that much faster in turn.

Which perfectly aligned with Doyun’s primary strategical gambits catalyzing Satan’s impulse control breaches deliberately after all.

“Kyaahhhhhkkhhhh-!”

Doyun’s blade impaled deeply straight through Satan’s jugular simultaneously – yet Satan simply unhinged his jaws further in turn prompting Doyun recoiling instinctively backwards:

Discarding that trapped sword altogether, Doyun promptly enveloped himself within protective cloaking maneuvers –

Kwaaaaaahhhh–aaaannnggg-!

Unleashing conflagrant toxic gaseous clouds outwards forcing Doyun retreating backwards rapidly.

Summoning his blade back into his grasp through the Nebula Ring’s arcane principles, that momentarily bisecting throat wound regenerated completely leaving no vulnerabilities exposed whatsoever once more.

‘…This isn’t going to work.’

No way ensuring how long remaining warriors could endure stalling under such overwhelming pressures indefinitely.

To secure any decisive victories whatsoever, Doyun needed accelerating combat resolutions through overwhelming force supremacies – regardless of any consumptive expenditures required ultimately.

‘Kenren.’

Fwaaarrrruuukkk-!

Doyun’s blade ignited wreathed within aureate consecrated pyromancies altogether:

‘Enveloping the thinnest possible flames accelerating regenerative degeneracy pathways exponentially.’

Every sword trajectory left lingering infernal afterglow trails resplendently adorning those razored edge paths altogether –

Doyun began inscribing those hallowed Holy Flames’ incandescent trajectories decisively while assailing from every conceivable vector simultaneously.