SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

“Wha—?!”

Everyone was shocked beyond words as the monstrosity above them suddenly enlarged… and then ruptured.

Its body became nothing but many fragments of flesh and blood, dropping upon the battlefield as rain.

As the dead Demon Lord’s entrails were strewn all over the field, her master was in shock.

Demon King Abellion couldn’t keep his mouth closed as he watched his dear subordinate become nothing but dead meat and blood.

“H-how…?”

Once his eyes spotted a trail of smoke from where Serci’s massive mouth used to be, Abellion saw something standing on the other end.

“It’s that thing!”

The large Golem, the same one that decimated the small army back when Zenkiel launched his Two-Pronged attack, was the same one responsible for Serci’s death.

It had also claimed the lives of many Demons on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, no one had been able to stop it yet.

Thanks to standing at the far end of the battle, if one wanted to attack the Golem, they would need to go past the large army arrayed before it.

It was due to this reason that Abellion surmised that no one had yet succeeded in the task.

“Damnit!”

Since he was linked to his Demon Lords, Abellion knew just how many were left—a meager number of one.

‘Zenkiel is the only one who is alive right now…’ He glanced in the direction of his Commander-In-Chief, who was being nothing but a punching bag for the human woman who fought him.

Not only was Zenkiel unable to retaliate thanks to the flurry of attacks he received, but the woman didn’t even seem to be taking the fight seriously.

It was as though the Demon Lord was nothing but a toy she could use.

‘Damnit!’ Abellion gritted his teeth, now taking a good look around him.

The battle that had once been at a climax was sizzling out.

Over ninety percent of his forces had been killed, and the rest were just about on the verge of dying.

His Demon Lords were all dead as well.

Zenkiel seemed to be holding on well, but it was no secret that he was simply overwhelmed.

If the lady hitting him wanted him dead, Abellion imagined how possible that would be.

“And you…” The Demon King now focused his gaze on the opponent before him.

“Are you ready to resume?” A warbling voice answered him.

It wasn’t human, but wasn’t a Demon’s either.

“How come you survived my attacks for so long? I still don’t understand…”

Abellion was currently facing the Automaton Jared Leonard left behind as he went to take care of other business.

Abellion had initially thought he would decimate the construct and quickly give chase to Jared, but things didn’t turn out to be so simple.

It turned out to be very difficult to even land a hit on the platinum-armored being.

‘It’s like he was built for that purpose. It keeps evading my attacks, and then destroying my blades whenever they get too close…’

The Automaton hadn’t dealt a decisive attack on him yet, so Abellion was certain that its combat potential was lower than his.

‘The only thing you’re good at is speed! Your evasive maneuvers may be tricky, but they’re not impossible.’

At the very least, Abellion was determined to kill the Automaton before him, and then come to Zenkiel’s aid.

Once he defeated the Automaton and the human woman who assailed his most loyal subordinate, he would then go after the Golem that killed Serci.

As the Demon King, his responsibilities demanded that he avenged his comrades—even if it was a losing battle.

Abellion had long forgotten common sense and the tactical need for retreat.

“Right here and now… we’ll settle things!” King Abellion growled, instantly summoning several purplish-black portals behind him.

In response, the Automaton simply shrugged. This did nothing but tick the Demon King off even more.

“Die!”

>WHOOOOOSSSSHHHH<

Several black blades surged forth, darting in the Automaton’s direction beyond the speed of light.

The immense concentration of Miasma within the blades would mean nothing but death if they so much as grazed anyone with Mana.

Yet, so many of them targeted the shiny Automaton and chased it with dangerous precision.

“I’ll have to defend myself.” Came its warbling tone, and instantly, a long blade appeared in the Automaton’s grasp.

>VWOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHHH<

In one strong swing, the several blades were turned into nothing but cinders… and we’re purified in white light.

“What?!” Abellion couldn’t believe his eyes.

‘Those blades were constructed with a calcified amount of Miasma, meant to be strong enough to take it down…’

Abellion had also calculated the Automaton’s speed and sent weapons that would definitely kill it.

‘So why…?’

Not only had the Automaton grown faster, but its power had also risen to the point where the attack he rendered became obsolete.

“How dare you… you weren’t using your fill power, were you?”

In a fit of both rage and embarrassment, Abellion summoned more purple holes—making them surround his target instead.

“Fine. But I have a good idea of what to use now. You won’t survive this next round.”

The portals around the Automaton made it impossible for it to flee. Abellion intended on using overwhelming the opponent with quick-fire, ensuring his victory.

“Begin.” With a snap of his fingers, the rain of dark blades on multiple ends began.

>FWOOOSH<

>SWOOOOSH<

>VWUUUSHHH<

In their hundreds, they poured out and charged at the target.

Each blade was strong enough to take down the large wall that he devastated back when the Demons began their attack on the humans.

With hundreds of weapons with the same quality relentless raining on a single target, there was no way it could survive.

>BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM<

Everything enclosed within the array of portals was devasted, and smoke rose from the location.

Abellion deactivated his portals and looked at the pile of rubble, hoping to see the destroyed body of his adversaries.

However—

“It seems you were wrong about that, Demon King Abellion…”

—The Platinum Armored Automaton simply flew out of the pile of smoke and rubble, completely unharmed.

“… I survived.”