Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons
Chapter 335 - 335: The Final Boss

The True Demon's roar became a scream as its life force haemorrhaged through Jasmine's vampiric assault.

Its four arms flailed desperately, but the humans attacking it were too fast, too strong, too coordinated.

The knight's final strike took the creature's head clean off.

The True Demon's body collapsed, sulfurous flames extinguished, Superior Boss meaning nothing against the coordinated assault backed by stolen life force.

Silence fell across the battlefield as the last demonic portal closed. Human cheers rose from multiple positions—soldiers celebrating survival against impossible odds.

Finally, all three priority targets are alive. And dozens of additional soldiers were saved through the large area of effect healing skill I had gotten.

Jasmine surveyed the aftermath with satisfaction. Her Blood Steal and Blood Ignition abilities had turned certain defeat into overwhelming victory.

The knight wiped demon blood from his blade, grinning with battle-tested relief.

"Never seen healing like that before. You saved us all."

The mage lowered her staff, exhaustion finally showing as adrenaline faded.

"Incredible power. Where did you learn such techniques?"

It's indeed incredible.

But as Jasmine prepared to accept their gratitude, Sylvia's voice whispered through her consciousness like wind through a graveyard.

"Never...ever...make that mistake again. Victory is never certain on the battlefield, no matter how many enemies die."

Mistake? What mistake?

The pain in Sylvia's voice was unmistakable.

It wasn't just criticism, but memory.

The words of someone who had learned this lesson through bitter experience.

Jasmine frowned.

The strongest demon had died.

The remaining Lesser Demons were being eliminated by her healed allies. What could possibly go wrong?

We won. The trial should be ending.

Before she could finish the thought, a large tear appeared in the sky.

A portal materialised above the battlefield—not the crimson tears that had spawned the previous demons, but something deeper.

Darker.

The red was so profound it seemed to absorb light itself.

What's this...

Dread crawled up Jasmine's spine like ice-cold fingers. The presence beyond that portal made the True Demon feel like a child's toy in comparison.

Something's coming. Something terrible.

The first leg stepped through, it was like a human's, but what differentiated it was the skin, the colour of dried blood.

Then the second.

When the figure fully emerged, Jasmine's breath caught.

This demon... he is different.

Unlike the monstrous, huge demons she'd faced in the earlier fights, this creature stood barely six feet tall.

Almost human in proportions, with features that could have been handsome if not for the obvious demonic energy around him.

Red skin stretched over his perfect, muscular body. Two horns curved elegantly from his forehead like a dark crown.

Sylvia's voice echoed through her heart with solemnity.

"Your trial has not ended. It has just... begun."

Just begun? But we won!

The surviving human soldiers turned toward the new arrival, their weapons ready despite their exhaustion. The knight stepped protectively in front of his wounded comrades.

"Defeat the Demon Prince—a Legendary Boss—and you will inherit the dark arts and something more powerful," Sylvia spoke.

A legendary Boss... with a level that's unknown.

Jasmine gulped at the increased difficulty. It had to be known that legendary boss monsters were far and few. The highest she had faced was the superior-ranked true demon, but a Legendary-ranked boss was something else...entirely.

Unknown to Jasmine, Sylvia's remnant soul watched with profound sorrow as she stared at the three targets she'd ordered protected at all costs.

"Show me... what the dark path would have led me to..."

Jasmine did not hear Sylvia's melancholic voice.

Power blazed through Jasmine's consciousness as new knowledge took root.

<Dark Blood's Third Art — Blood Regeneration>

The ability to regenerate blood at an incredibly fast rate.

Understanding flooded through her.

In fact the skill name was kind of misleading. It did not just offer regeneration, but it also offered multiplication.

Blood cell division accelerated beyond any natural limits. One drop becomes ten, ten becomes a hundred.

The skill provided exponential growth, limited only by the available blood and her mana reserves.

The Demon Prince examined the battlefield with casual interest, his gaze sweeping over demon corpses and human survivors alike.

"Fascinating." His voice carried cultured amusement. "Someone's been playing with blood magic."

He's so casual and dismissive. He doesn't see us as threats, whatsoever.

"It's quite a powerful technique." The Prince picked up a handful of ash that had once been a Lesser Demon, before he gently let it flow into the air with a blow.

The knight stepped forward, his sword raised. Despite his courage, the knight had a grim look on his face.

"You're not welcome here, demon."

He's brave. Stupid, but brave.

The Prince glanced at him with the attention one might give an insect.

"Welcome? Child, I go where I please."

His smile revealed teeth like polished quartz. "Your little blood-witch killed my legion before I had arrived. It's rather rude, don't you think?"

Legion...The Epic and Superior demons were his legion.

"I came to see what manner of creature could drain a True Demon so efficiently."

His red eyes fixed on Jasmine.

"Imagine my disappointment when I came...only to find her. I had thought that I would be having some fun fighting against a powerful blood magician. Turns out, it's just a small, little healer."

Disappointment? He expected more.

Jasmine felt her temper flare.

"I killed your forces. All of them. I don't think you have the right to be disappointed, as you will follow them soon enough."

"You killed fodder." The Prince's laugh was like breaking glass. "Although I have to commend you for killing a True demon,"

The mage raised her staff, magic crackling around its crystal focus. "Fodder or not, we can—"

The Prince moved before she finished her sentence.

Shit! He is too fast. Impossibly fast!

One moment, he stood twenty feet away. The next, his hand rested gently on the mage's throat.

Teleportation? Spatial manipulation? How?

"Shh." His whisper carried infinite menace. "Adults are speaking."

The mage's binding spells shattered like cobwebs.

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