Chapter 471: Get stronger.

The air grew heavy, charged with the electricity of tension that only precedes a storm. Vergil stared at the demonic cow, its golden eyes burning like embers about to explode. The silence around him was almost unbearable—even Titania, Zuri, and Rize froze, aware that something immense was about to happen.

Vergil took a deep breath, and a shadow seemed to grow within him, a dark presence he hadn’t felt with such intensity in a long time. It was madness—or rather, the insatiable hunger for power that had always seethed in his veins. The beast within him was awakening again, ravenous, seeking dominance.

Suddenly, he lunged. A swift, precise movement, like lightning cutting through the gray sky. With Yamato drawn, he charged at the cow, which reacted with a ferocious bellow. The clash was brutal, a clash of forces that echoed through the ground like thunder.

Vergil’s blade sliced through the air and stabbed into one of the creature’s legs. There was no ordinary blood—only a thick, black smoke that dissipated quickly, as if the cow’s flesh were made of pure, condensed energy. It recoiled, furious, but something was different now. The wound felt more like a catalyst, an inner awakening.

Vergil didn’t hesitate. With almost supernatural speed, he sliced a piece of flesh from that leg, carefully, as if extracting a rare crystal. He knew what was coming—Rize had already explained. This flesh wasn’t just food. It was raw fuel for the demonic essence.

“Let’s see how far this beast can go,” Vergil murmured, his voice low, sharp as the blade in his hand.

Rize approached, already holding the meat. With a swift movement, she offered it to the cow, which was still panting, but its eyes were fixed on that offering—a promise of incomparable strength.

The beast hesitated, its muscles still pulsing with pain and energy, but instinct prevailed. With a sudden movement, it seized the flesh, devouring it with almost human voracity.

Immediately, the transformation began.

The cow’s veins bulged, glowing red trails illuminating its black skin. Its body seemed to expand, muscles stretching and growing, its proportions distorting in a grotesque and fascinating spectacle.

Vergil watched with narrowed eyes, the madness within him growing along with the creature before him. It was as if they were two sides of the same coin—monstrosities shaped by the same fiery furnace of power.

The cow let out a roar that reverberated throughout the forest, a burst of energy that lifted leaves and dust into the air. Its hooves now marked the ground with black flames, scorching the earth as if marking territory for something new and terrible.

Titania, soaring high, screamed, “This is madness! This is going to get out of control!”

But Vergil didn’t hear. He was lost in the moment, indulging in an almost ritualistic frenzy. With one fluid movement, he lunged forward again, attacking the creature with a series of quick, precise blows, each slash serving to further stimulate its reaction.

“You will be more than a beast,” he whispered, almost in a trance, “you will be a monster… like me, like Rize.”

The cow responded ferociously, each strike a primal scream, a brutal display of strength that multiplied with each moment.

Meanwhile, Rize used her abilities to manipulate the unstable energy escaping from the surrounding bodies, concentrating it and infusing it into the remaining flesh. “A little more,” she murmured, her eyes shining with the excitement of the experiment, “you will become something not even hell itself could imagine.”

Vergil smiled, a smile that was half pride, half insanity. “Let her evolve… let the beast awaken.”

The ground beneath them shook with the intensity of the unleashed power. The cow was now almost unrecognizable—its muscles bulging, its skin glowing with an incandescent aura, its flaming eyes more intense than ever.

It lunged again, faster, stronger, and this time Vergil met it head-on. The impact threw them both back, and the sound of the collision was like thunder. Vergil fell to the ground, but quickly got up, a low laugh escaping his lips.

“This is just the beginning,” he said, madness shining in his eyes.

Rize gathered the last piece of meat, carefully prepared and infused with demonic energy. She handed it to Vergil with a wicked smile. “Want to continue?”

Vergil took the piece and, with a determined gesture, offered it to the cow. “If you want to survive, you’ll have to eat more.”

The beast, now overcome by instinct and growing power, swallowed the second piece greedily.

A new wave of transformation took place. The cow didn’t just grow, it transformed into something more, somewhere between bestial and intelligent. Its eyes gained a flicker of calculating awareness, as if aware of its own evolution.

Vergil felt a wave of excitement and terror simultaneously. Creating such a creature was dangerous—a step beyond human limits. But he wanted it. He wanted the madness of absolute power.

He stepped forward, placing his hand on the cow’s head, feeling the energy pulse beneath its skin.

“You are my creation,” he murmured, his voice filled with cold, cruel determination. “And together, we will be invincible.”

Titania watched in horror, while Zuri on Vergil’s shoulder simply sighed.

“There is no turning back,” Rize said, her eyes shining. “One more step and this beast will be more than a monster. It will be a weapon.”

Vergil nodded slowly. The madness within him had taken over. He knew he was crossing a line, but it was one he longed to cross.

With one last look at the creature—now an amalgam of fury, strength, and bestial intelligence—Vergil raised the Yamato, ready to unleash this newfound strength on a world that still didn’t know what was to come.

“Let’s see how far this madness can go,” he whispered.

The air around him seemed to vibrate, charged by the pulsating aura of the demonic cow that now towered, imposing, almost transcending the limits of the beast itself. Its bulging muscles glowed with a dark luminescence, and the gaze that had previously been merely savage now exuded cunning—a hungry, calculating mind awakened along with the flesh.

Vergil felt the madness burning within him like an uncontrollable fire, and at the same time, this creation was like an extension of his own dark essence. The creature before him was not just a monster; It was a promise of destruction and dominion.

Rize, her eyes shining with excitement, joined Vergil’s side, her voice a mixture of fascination and reverence. “She’s ready for the next stage. Do you want to see how far this strength can go?”

Vergil didn’t hesitate. With a swift movement, he tore apart the piece of meat infused with demonic energy he was still holding and threw it to the ground in front of the creature. “Eat, and transcend what you once were.”

The cow needed no further prompting. In a ferocious leap, it snatched up the meat, and immediately a new transformation began.

The beast thrashed violently, its body growing even larger, muscles bursting through its skin in grotesque expanses, its incandescent veins intertwining like threads of black fire. The ground beneath its hooves trembled, cracking under the pressure of the power emanating from it.

Vergil watched, adrenaline coursing through every fiber of his being, as the madness in her eyes grew.

“You’re creating a monster, Vergil,” Titania screamed, circling frantically, “but this creature… she’s getting out of control!”

“Monsters are made for this,” Vergil replied, his voice cold and sharp. “But she still has much to learn. I will shape her.”

The cow then advanced with a new ferocity, each step causing the earth to crack. Vergil braced himself for the impact, his muscles tensed, Yamato gripped tightly.

The clash between them was an explosion of demonic strength and energy. The cow lunged with terrifying speed and precision, striking with hooves like glowing hammers. Vergil blocked with his blade, black sparks flying, but this time, the pressure was different. He felt the power building, almost surpassing his own.

Rize approached quickly, holding another piece of meat still pulsing with mana, ready for the next step.

“This isn’t just brute strength,” she murmured, “she’s learning to control the power within her.”

Vergil looked at her, a mad gleam in his eyes. “Then bring on the next level.”

He cut off a piece and, with a fierce expression, offered it to the cow. The beast accepted without hesitation.

With the meat consumed, the creature began to transform again, but now something changed.

Its eyes glowed with an almost human light—a murderous intelligence, a brutal dominance, and something that seemed like a glimmer of consciousness. The beast that had previously known only instincts was now beginning to understand its power.

The cow’s body grew even larger, and the air around it seemed to distort with the heat and dark energy emanating from it. Vergil felt excitement and fear mingling within him.

“You are creating not just a monster, but a being capable of rivaling the gods themselves,” Rize said in awe.

Vergil stepped forward, touching the creature’s neck. “You are my masterpiece… an extension of the madness that consumes me.”

The cow turned her head, her eyes burning with recognition and fierce submission.

“But this is not the end,” Vergil continued, his voice low and menacing, “it is only the beginning of our domination.”

Then, suddenly, a deafening roar escaped the creature—a sound so powerful it reverberated throughout the forest, sending trees falling and rocks flying.

Vergil smiled, madder and hungrier than ever. “Show the world the fury of creation.”

Titania flew away, her face filled with horror and disbelief. Zuri, on Vergil’s shoulder, just watched with a weary expression, as if she had seen too much madness to be impressed.

The demonic cow—no longer just a beast, but a monster forged by Vergil’s madness—charged toward the horizon, leaving a trail of destruction and black fire.

Vergil then raised his Yamato, his eyes shining with the promise of chaos to come.

“Let’s go beyond the limits,” he murmured. “I want you to learn to manipulate your demonic energy and form a body.”