From Aether's back, Arthur watched the slaughter with satisfaction. Each notification represented another step toward their destination.
Based on our speed, we should arrive there before anything happens in the village.
Although the tir was re hours away, the tir was that of reality. So the ti spent inside armageddon would be double that of the tir. As it went twice as slow.
The void dragon's flight carried them over dense forest where ancient trees concealed deadlier prey.
Sylvaris had already infiltrated the canopy, his serpentine form weaving between branches like liquid poison.
A territorial roar shook the forest, sounding like sothing large and angry.
An Ironback Bear erged from its cave, standing nearly three ters tall. Level 13 Elite, with claws that could shred armour and hide tough enough to deflect most weapons.
Sylvaris struck from above, fangs sinking deep into the bear's neck. Venom pumped directly into its bloodstream, imdiately killing it before it could retaliate..
The bear dropped to the floor imdiately, the poison taking effect within milliseconds. Sylvaris was too powerful, a superior summon that was level 21. The bear was like an ant that waited to be crushed.
[You have killed Level 13 Ironback Bear (Elite)]
Good. Montum is building up.
They encountered resistance every few kilotres. Packs of beasts, territorial predators, creatures that had never learned to fear anything.
Each encounter ended the sa way.
A group of Crystal Spiders—Level 12 Elite monsters with webs strong enough to tear through flesh, attempted an ambush from overhead branches.
George appeared among them like smoke made solid. The thief's daggers found weak points between carapace segnts, depositing lethal poison with each strike.
[You have killed Level 12 Crystal Spider (Elite)]
[You have killed Level 12 Crystal Spider (Elite)]
[You have killed Level 12 Crystal Spider (Elite)]
Sunless's sword cleaved through fla and ice alike, finding the precise angle to sever both creatures' spines simultaneously. They died still locked in combat, unaware that death had claid them.
[You have killed Level 13 Fla Salamander (Epic)]
[You have killed Level 13 Frost Wyrm (Epic)]
Arthur smiled as he decided to summon those two epic beasts. Epic summons were always a good addition to the team, especially when their levels would be boosted to level 21, increasing their lethality by leaps and bounds.
His consciousness arrived in his summoning space as he found the two beasts and summoned them.
He gave them the sa commands as the others, and they joined the hunting squad.
"Impressive," Bloom observed, the crystal core pulsing with appreciation.
Two Epic monsters joined our ranks. Not bad.
The march continued without pause. Arthur's summons moved like a force of nature, leaving devastation in their wake. Every monster that challenged their passage died within monts.
A pack of Shadow Stalkers—Level 11 Elite creatures with stealth capabilities—tried to use ambush tactics against Borak.
The massive boar's senses detected them before they struck. His charge scattered stealth fields like cobwebs, revealing the assassins to brutal reality.
His tusks found their flesh with ease. Each impact sent another Stalker to whatever afterlife awaited failed predators.
Arthur did not summon the shadow stalkers as Elite monsters were too weak at the current stage.
[You have killed Level 11 Demonic Shadow Stalker (Elite)] [
You have killed Level 11 Demonic Shadow Stalker (Elite)]
[...]
From an aerial vantage, Arthur tracked their progress across the tactical landscape. His summons had carved a path of destruction nearly forty kiloters long, eliminating everything that moved within their operational zone.
The extermination was unbiased. Anything that moved was dead.
Innocent beasts don't exist in this world. Especially not near demon zones.
Every creature they'd encountered carried corruption in its blood. Tainted by proximity to the demon's influence, mutated beyond natural law of Armageddon. His summons had perford a service—cleansing the land of aberrations that shouldn't exist.
rcy would have been wasted here.
Another ten kiloters crossed beneath Aether's wings. The landscape below shifted from dense forest to sothing else entirely.
Fifty kiloters from Village 419.
Arthur stared at the transford terrain spreading before them like a wound in reality itself.
A desert?
Where lush woodland should have continued, sand dunes stretched toward the horizon. Not natural desert—sothing artificial, imposed. The transition line was too sharp, too defined.
This is where demons have claid territory.
The realization sent cold understanding through Arthur's mind. Demons didn't just occupy spaces—they transford them.
Environntal corruption. They're definitely here.
Near the border, nothing moved. No demons patrolled the periter, but neither did any monsters dare approach. The sand itself radiated wrongness that drove away natural life.
Dead zone. Perfect for what cos next.
[You are exiting the safe zone.]
'Safe zone? I guess that's the reason why the demons can't enter.
Aether continued forward, wings beating steadily against air that tasted of sulfur and burnt tal.
Below, the desert stretched endlessly.
Five kiloters in.
Sothing caught Arthur's attention. Structures stood in the monotonous landscape—crude buildings clustered together like infected wounds.
It wasn't a proper village. Just huts and ramshackle constructions thrown together without planning or purpose.
Makeshift settlent. Primitive but occupied.
The buildings showed recent construction. Wooden stakes driven into corrupted sand. Hide stretched over bone fraworks.
That's an outpost.
Arthur's eyes narrowed as he looked at it.
There is no need or ti for investigation. Eliminate the threat and move on.
"Aether, take care of it."
The void dragon's features shifted into a cheeky smirk. "Yes, Master."
Aether's massive body began to glow with dark energy. Space around him warped and twisted, reality bending to accommodate his powers.
Arthur felt the skill activate through their bond—raw power that made his bones vibrate with resonance.
This wasn't re destruction.
Below them, spaceti tore.
A miniature black hole materialised directly above the demon outpost. Not visible darkness, but the complete absence of everything—light, matter, hope itself.
Beautiful. Terrifying. Perfect.
The gravitational singularity pulsed once.
Reality collapsed inward.
Sand, wood, bone, hide—everything within fifty ters suddenly ceased to exist as separate objects. The outpost folded in on itself like origami made of screaming matter.
Irresistible force. Absolute dominion.
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