Chaos Warlord: Reincarnated in Eldrich with the Devil System!



Val positioned himself at the open doorway of the carriage of the train in which his compartment and countless other compartments were located. The gusting winds outside swept into the confines of his space, making his hair and coat flutter wildly.

His eyes narrowed as he took in the ominous spectacle of the oncoming horde. His gaze, steel-clad determination reflected in their depths, remained unwavering despite the chaos unfolding before him.

"It's time to take matters into my own hands. Let's see how they like a taste of my Hellish Fire!"

Summoning the full might of his Hellish Fist Bloodline Skill, he punched the open air before him, again and again, his fists moving like deadly shadows.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Each time his fist cut through the wind, a plume of grey fire detached and flew out, tearing across the gap between the train and the undead horde.

Boom!

Resounding reverberation rang out as every Hellish Fireball exploded on impact. Everything in the range of the explosion was caught on fire.

The eerie grey fire was relentless and strong, melting the zombies and beasts and slowing the advance of the horde.

The Hellish Fire was inextinguiable.

Every effort to put it out was in vain.

Even the jets of water spewed out by the beasts weren't good enough to put the spreading Hellish Fire out!

Furthermore, it was clear to all that each grey fireball was not just an instrument of destruction but also a seed, sowing the doom of the massive horde that stretched as far as Val could see.

When the Hellish Fireballs exploded, their fire didn't simply die out. No, the fiery sparks that spewed forth from the impact sites were akin to ravenous predators set loose.

They sought out the nearest fuel source with a hunger only hellish fire possessed and coiled around their host like a vicious serpent, their hiss turning into a roar as they consumed the tree, the undead, and the beast whole, causing them to become terrifying torches that set others on fire the second they were touched.

From the several dozen points of impact, the fire spread, leaping from tree to tree, from zombie to zombie, from beast to beast.

The once dark forest was slowly turning into a blazing hell.

The Hellish Flames didn't discriminate - trees, herbs, shurbs, grasses, beasts and zombies alike were caught in the eerie, grey fiery tide, their forms alight with a deadly incandescence.

It began to spread like a wildlife, consuming everything in its path and reducing it to ashes.

As Val continued his relentless assault, a notification from the system chimed in his mind

[Ding! Congratulation, Host! You've killed several hundred Level 0-1 zombies. You have gained a few hundred experience points!]

[Ding! Congratulation, Host! You've killed a few hundred Level 2 zombies. You have gained several hundred experience points!]

[Ding! Congratulation, Host! You have killed several hundred level 1 to level 19 beasts. You have gained 1500 experience points!]

As Val bomabarded the horde outside, his EXP surged up to 2400 points in just 15 minutes!

[Ding! Congratulation, Host! You have leveled up twice. You have reached level 9 from 7. You get +4 Stat Points, and a 20% upgrade in your Level 2 Blood Devil Bloodline!]

Val's eyes squinted. With these level up, he was 70% away from upgrading his level 2 Blood Devil Bloodline to level 3.

However, the EXP required to level up again was 3200 EXP.

It was doubling every level up. It was bad news for him, and even bad news for his sources of EXP!

Anyway, adding the recently gained stat points to the 2 points he had earned from reaching level 7, his total stat points increased to 6.

He dumped them all in his stamina. After all, it was what he needed the most in this battle. How embarassing would it be if he collapsed in the middle of the battle due tonechaustion. And it wouldn't be just embarrassing but also deadly!

Immediately, a system notification rang in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulation, Host! Your Stamina has increased to 27 points!]

Instantly, Val felt as if he was injected with chicken blood. A wave of warmth flowed through his body. The power surge that accompanied the increase in his stamina rejuvenated him, allowing him to continue his assault with a renewed vigour. Val continued to punch in the direction of the horde, painting the night sky with devastating streaks of grey fire, their fiery light momentarily illuminating the terrified faces of the beasts and the rotting faces of the Walking Dead.

The voracious fire succeeded in slowing the advance of the horde.

The sudden surge of power from Val and the devastating effect his Hellish Fist had on the oncoming horde left the onlookers utterly dumbfounded. Their jaws dropped to the ground, eyes bulging out of their sockets as if they were about to pop out. The sight was oddly comedic in the face of the dread-inspiring reality outside. They were astonished. The combined efforts of the guardians and themselves to slow down the horde paled in comparison to the havoc one man was wreaking on the enemy lines.

Martha, along with the other notable members of the guardians, could not help but look at Val in awe. The strength he displayed was far beyond their expectations. Erben, the oldest guardian, who had seen countless bloodline users in his life, stared in disbelief. Edward, the guardian with a lightning bloodline, was left speechless, his eyes reflecting the fires of Val's assaults.

Leroy, the captain of the guardians, remained calm and composed. However, a flash of surprise and admiration did cross his eyes as he silently acknowledged Val's strength. "This youngster is more impressive than our veterans."

"Not bad," Lucious watched how Val dealt with the horde as he commented, an appreciative nod accompanying his words.

Val's prowess did not only surprise everyone but also sparked curiosity in the hearts of everyone who knew who he was.

After all, it was well known that the Whitemore bloodline, during its first three levels, could only augment the speed, strength, and stamina of the user.