Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 308: A Trail of Destruction

Lucas and Roxana soared through the skies, the wind whipping around them as they sped toward their next target. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension crackling between them.

Below, the landscape blurred past, but neither of them paid it any mind. Their focus was on the mission ahead—another noble family that had betrayed Lucas in his past life.

Lucas's smirk remained fixed on his face, a sharp edge to his lips, while Roxana's eyes gleamed with dark excitement.

"So," Roxana began, her tone casual but underscored with a note of eagerness, "who's next on our little list of revenge?"

She glanced over at Lucas, noticing the cold glint in his eyes that mirrored her own hunger for battle. Her smile widened in response, her anticipation building.

"The Duronis family," Lucas replied, his voice calm but carrying a sharp, dangerous edge. "They were instrumental in the schemes that led to Lucy's death in my past life."

Roxana let out a low, dark chuckle, her expression shifting as a shadow passed over her face. "Ah, of course. Another bunch of scheming cowards. They deserve everything that's coming to them."

As they flew closer, the sprawling estate of the Duronis family came into view—a grand compound nestled within the hills, its lavish design a symbol of their wealth and influence. The sight of it only made Lucas's eyes harden, his expression growing colder by the second.

Hovering above the estate, Roxana's gaze dropped down to the mansion, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "It's always the grandest estates that house the filthiest people," she remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Lucas's smirk widened slightly, the malice in his voice unmistakable as he responded, "Indeed."

Roxana looked back at him, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "Shall I?"

Lucas met her gaze, his voice dropping to a low, almost detached murmur, his eyes glinting with cold fury. "Go ahead."

Without hesitation, Roxana raised her hand, her eyes gleaming with fiery intensity as she summoned her power. "This will be quick," she muttered under her breath.

The ground beneath the Duronis estate trembled violently as cracks formed, splitting the earth. With a deafening roar, magma surged upward, engulfing the mansion in a matter of seconds.

Volcanic Eruption unleashed its wrath, reducing the once-magnificent estate to nothing but ash and molten rubble. The screams of the people inside were swallowed by the eruption's roar, their cries fading into oblivion.

Roxana hovered above the destruction, her face showing a hint of disappointment. "That was too easy," she said, her voice tinged with frustration. "I was hoping for something a little more... fun."

Lucas turned his gaze to her, his expression cold and indifferent, as if the complete annihilation of an entire family was merely another task on his to-do list. "Don't worry," he said, his voice flat yet laced with dark amusement. "There are plenty more left."

They flew off again, cutting through the sky like two silent predators heading for their next target—the Ruther family. As they neared the sprawling estate, Lucas's expression darkened, shadows dancing across his face. His eyes grew colder, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"The Ruther family," he began, his voice low and filled with a barely contained fury. "They were notorious for their corruption and cruelty. One of the key players in framing me and isolating Lucy."

Roxana's expression mirrored his anger, her gaze sharpening as her lips curled into a smirk. Her tone turned ice-cold, yet filled with understanding. "Then they deserve no mercy," she replied, her voice dripping with anticipation.

As they descended upon the Ruther estate, they were immediately greeted by the imposing figure of the patriarch, a seven-star fighter, surrounded by his elite guards. His face twisted into a snarl, arrogance and rage flashing in his eyes as he looked up at the two descending figures.

"Who are you?!" the patriarch barked, his voice thick with entitlement, the Flame Aura around him igniting like a wildfire. His fists crackled with energy as flames danced along his body, making him appear more like a burning statue than a man.

Lucas floated down gracefully, his demeanor completely unbothered, like the patriarch's fire was nothing more than a flickering candle. His tone was ice-cold, his words laced with venomous indifference. "Doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that your family is about to be wiped out."

The patriarch's snarl deepened, fury twisting his face as the flames around him intensified. His fists tightened, flames roaring louder. "You dare threaten the Ruther family? I am a seven-star fighter! You'll regret this!"

Roxana's soft laugh cut through the air, almost melodic but filled with a dark amusement. "Seven-star?" she mused, her tone playful yet mocking. "That's nothing to us."

In a blur of movement, Roxana swooped down, her Volcanic Dragon Claw flashing into existence. With effortless grace, she caught the patriarch's flame-coated fist in her clawed hand, her strength completely overwhelming his fiery attack. The air around them crackled with heat, but Roxana remained unfazed.

The patriarch's eyes widened in shock, disbelief washing over him. His attack—one that had crushed countless foes—was being stopped like a child's plaything.

"Is that all you've got?" Roxana said, her mocking smile never fading as she tightened her grip on his hand, the bones beneath beginning to crack under the pressure.

The patriarch gasped, struggling to break free, his face twisted in desperation. But before he could react further, Lucas made his move. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned Void Rend, his face as calm as death itself.

The air shimmered violently, a dark rift splitting reality between them as the tear in space sliced through the elite guards with terrifying precision. Their bodies collapsed to the ground, lifeless, before they even had time to process what had hit them. Blood pooled around their fallen forms as silence fell over the battlefield.

The patriarch's terror was now palpable. His voice trembled, fear lacing his words. "W-who are you?"

Lucas stepped forward, his expression dark, his tone cold as ice. "I'm the one who's here to collect the debt your family owes."

Before the patriarch could react or beg for his life, Roxana swung her Volcanic Dragon Claw, unleashing her powerful Volcanic Strike. Her claws tore through the patriarch's body like a blade through paper, the flames that once shielded him extinguished instantly. His eyes bulged in disbelief as his body crumbled to the ground, reduced to nothing but charred remains.

Roxana glanced at Lucas, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Too easy again," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Lucas shrugged, his voice calm and detached. "We're just cleaning up the past."

They didn't stop there. In quick succession, Lucas and Roxana swept through several other noble families, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Each family crumbled beneath their power, and the strongest fighters they encountered—the so-called seven-star patriarchs—posed no challenge whatsoever.

As they approached their final target, the Verik family, Roxana let out a sigh. "These nobles are pathetic," she remarked, shaking her head. "No wonder they survived only by scheming in the shadows. They never had any real strength."

Lucas's expression darkened as they flew above the Verik estate, his voice cold and filled with a deep, simmering anger. "This family manipulated events that led to Lucy's death. They deserve the worst."

Roxana's smirk returned, her eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. "Then let's make sure they get it."