Salvos (A Monster Evolution LitRPG) Chapter 314: Grace

314. Grace

[The Devils Grace].

It was my Title Skill. A brand new Skill I had yet to actually try out. But, sohow, I intuitively knew it was a Skill that would aid in this situation. And it did.

Sothing shifted. I couldnt see it with my own eyes, beyond the fact that a powerful magic almost familiar was being cast. It reminded of when I used [Scattering Displacent] or [Warped Ti]... except if I was using both at the exact sa ti and more.

[Planar Navigation] told that the world around was altering. That there was a change to not just the flow of space, but the flow of ti. And no ti wasnt just speeding up or slowing down. It almost felt like it was going backwards.

A magical tifield ford. One that expanded beyond just the forgotten prison and back to the Mortal Realm.

I smiled as the sa hole that put into this pocket dinsion opened up. It didnt so much pull into it as it reverse dropped out of the forgotten prison. The Mortal Realm reopened around , and my body moved back into place.

Simag laughed as he caught that silver-haired girl into the Ring of the Forgotten Prison. She was too cocky too arrogant. And he exploited it. He lured her in and defeated her with his wits. Such was the folly of those born with too much power.

They lacked the guiles and the wiliness necessary to make it far. They typically only had one plan of action: to punch their opponents until they won.

He was nothing like them. Simag knew what it actually took to win a battle against those stronger than him. His cackling echoed throughout the night as he arched back, looking up. Then he paused.

His eyes widened as he spotted a glowing figure floating overhead. A few glowing figures, in fact. The Grand Spirit and the golden apparitions were still there.

Simag gritted his teeth, reaching into a Bag of Holding. He had to react quickly before the Grand Spirit moved to strike him down. But he had used his only Epic Grade artifact. All he had left were a handful of dium Grade scrolls, and maybe a single High Grade weapon.

Calm down, he told himself. He needed to assess the situation with a cool mind, lest he made a mistake. His eyes flickered around the battlefield towards the fleeing wild Demons and [Fiends]. Sohow, he had to rally them back here to deal with the Grand Spirit.

Well, the [Fiends] wouldnt be too difficult to control. He just had to use a Horn of the Caller, and theyd see that the main threat was gone. The wild Demons, on the other hand, were a tough task to deal with. Even getting them to track down the [Hero] had taken quite a while.

Simag produced a tusk-shaped horn from his Bag of Holding, preparing to blow on it. The [Hero] sputtered sothing at the Grand Spirit, but the Grand Spirit didnt move. Such foolishness. Once again, their conceit and hubris in their power would be their undoing.

With a smirk, Simag raised the Horn of the Caller

And he stopped. His body refused to move any further. He couldnt even lower his arms. What was this? Why wasnt he able to do anything?

Simag just stood frozen for what felt like forever, before he finally moved again. Except, this ti, it wasnt by his own will.

He lowered the Horn of the Caller, putting it back into the Bag of Holding. A clear reverse of his previous actions mimicking the exact sa movent he carried out to produce the artifact, but backwards. Then he slung his Bag of Holding back over his shoulder as he leaned back and laughed again.

He didnt feel joy from this. He just stared up into the sky, maniacally laughing in utter terror at his lack of control over his own body. The Grand Spirit and the [Hero] just watched, unaffected by whatever curse or spell this was. The flying [Fiends] fled further. The wild Demons abandoned him.

None of them ca for him. The only thing that moved in reverse was himself, and the grass at his feet.

Simag raised his hand as he stopped laughing, and the realization dawned on him. His Ring of the Forgotten Prison flashed. He quivered, barely able to move his lips.

N-no

And the sa void that consud the silver-haired girl spat her back out. She grabbed him by the hand the exact sa position she had held before being sucked into the pocket dinsion. She didnt seem to have control over her own actions either. Only minor movents, just like Simag.

And, well, she wore a savage look on her face.

Then, just like glass shattering, whatever spell had been holding over the both of them ended. Simag paled as he tried to raise the ring once again.

Ring of

Not again.

She ripped off his arm.

...what is that?

Daniel Song stared in disbelief as he watched the events of the last minute play in reverse. Salvos reappeared from the Ring of the Forgotten Prison as the grass at her feet seed to sway backward. She grabbed Simag by the arm while the world around them continued with this odd dissonance.

It was like they were moving in their own world. Their own place. Everything outside of what they touched or did was unaffected. They were being restored to their previous state a whole minute ago.

Thats a magical ti field.

Princess Faith whispered. Daniel looked over at her, frowning.

A magical ti field?

Its just sothing Ive heard about. Ive never seen it myself. Powerful [Archmages] who are supposedly able to speed up or slow down ti or even montarily pause ti in a certain radius. However, I have never heard of a magical ti field that could reverse ti.

She shook her head, staring in awe.

But make no mistake, it is a magical ti field.

Daniel turned back to Salvos. He wanted to laugh. Was this how strong shed gotten since hed last seen her? He had fallen behind. She truly was

Then, Simag and Salvos clicked back into place. And ti around them resud.

Ring of

Not again.

I ripped off Simags arm before he could activate his artifact once again.

I probably couldnt use [The Devils Grace] very often. At the very minimum, it had a one day cooldown. It was annoying, but once I leveled the Skill more, I could probably get it down to once every hour or so.

Which seed quite useful. Except while the Skill reversed everything that happened between and a certain target in the past minute, it didnt entirely reverse everything that happened. For example, I had montarily turned my hand into a claw just before being sucked into the Ring of the Forgotten Prison. I only transford back to a fully Human form before I activated [The Devils Grace].

Yet, here I was, with a Human hand no claw in sight.

It seed that whatever physical change that occurred to over the last minute wasnt reversed. So if I was stabbed through the chest, I likely wouldnt be able to fix my wounds with this Skill.

Nevertheless, I was now out of the forgotten prison. And I stood over Simag, tossing his arm to the side. He stumbled away from , eyes wide.

You

His eyes sharpened. He glared at in anger, a glowing spark dancing around him.

You will not get away with this! Youre with him, arent you?

Who?

I cocked my head, and Simag unleashed a volley of fiery attacks at . I sighed, walking forward as my [Protection of the Sentinel] repelled his magical barrage. I slowly approached him as he drew back.

You traitors you think you can defy our king, but you wont succeed. As we speak, Levithus is moving to crush you and your little rebellion.

I dont know what youre talking about.

I countered his flaming attacks with my salvo. It blasted Simag back. He scread as he fell back-first to the ground.

Oh you know. Youre just afraid of what would happen to him once Levithus gets there. Trust , he will die. Belzus little show of force will end.

I paused. My eyes narrowed.

You think Belzu is my companion?

Simag snapped up, unleashing a gust of icy wind at . I burned it away and walked up to him. I closed my eyes, shaking my head.

Simag, you really dont know anything about , huh? Of course you dont. You dont even know my na. This is your first ti eting . But this isnt my first ti eting you.

I didnt speed up or close the distance. I just continued my approach as a mory flashed. One of simpler tis. When Haec and I were still together.

We crested up the plateau, and after taking a quick look around at the top and seeing no one, I decided we would stay there for a bit. I had only recovered so of my health when I heard a noise.

Stay back!

Simag yelled. His voice was familiar. I knew where I heard it before. I ignored whatever he threw at . If Clayton Skyshredder couldnt break through my [Protection of the Sentinel], there was no way a Level 114 Archdemon could. Instead, I continued.

I know you, Simag. I rember you.

Peeking over the edge, I looked down at what was a narrow passage between another hill. It was a valley, and down in the valley were moving shapes. Figures, not ones I had ever seen before, were entering this valley.

I looked at the source of the voice, focusing on a large, gray figure at the front of the group. He wasnt like any other Demon I had seen before, but I intuitively knew he was one. He only had four limbs unlike my dozen and only needed two of them under him to walk. He had a long head, with two crooked horns protruding out of the side.

Keep on moving! If you break, you will be killed!

The tone he carried was nothing like I rembered. In my mories, he spoke with an imposing, terrifying weight. One that struck fear into my heart. But now?

W-what are you talking about?

Simag asked, trembling. I just chuckled.

You were so strong, then. At least, I thought you were.

From the other side of the valley ca pouring Demons. Wild Demons. Ones that were also new to , but unlike the mostly uniform group of Demons, these ones were truly distinct. They ca in all shapes and sizes, rushing at the Demons that had been traveling down that path. They roared, they howled, they growled, and they made all kinds of noises none of them making any sense to , despite my Racial Skill.

I saw the Demon with crooked horns raise his two hanging limbs his arms.

A ball of flas appeared in front of him. A massive one that shot forward, and instantly obliterated half of the coming wild Demons. Then once the explosion had gone away when the bright light had disappeared and the reverberation through the ground had stopped I looked up and saw sothing else appear in his hand.

It was a long pointed object. One that was burning, with wisps of fla coming off it.

Slay these Lesser Demons!

Now look at you.

Y-you wont get away our King will

I stared down at Simag. He collapsed to his knees. Nothing he threw my way would harm as long as my protection Skill was active. I bared my teeth at him.

Youre so weak.

I spotted a Demon. Even amongst the group of [Demon Larvae] did he stand out, because I recognized him. He was the Level 3 Demon I had been with the others.

And I watched as a spear shot through him, pinning him into the hill wall.

It was the fire spear the Demon with crooked horns had. He had thrown it at the coward Demon, instantly killing him. I stared in shock at this turn of events. Werent they on the sa side? And continued to watch as he raised a hand and pointed at the rest of the fleeing group.

I had warned you! I warned you you would be killed! Learn this lesson, the rest of you the survivors. Know that you cannot run from !

Run, Simag.

I spoke simply as he turned tails. [Intimidation] broke him. He didnt even dare to speak. His wings spread out as he took off into the sky.

Daniel shouted sothing princess Faith cried out. Willy observed, unmoving. And I brought a hand to the sky, blue flas coalescing before turning black. A Nebular Spear of Flas.

But know that you cannot run from .

I threw the spear. It shot out, reaching the Archdemon in an instant. I grinned as it tore through him, and I finished.

Because I am Salvos, and you will rember for the rest of your life just as I rembered you.

Defeated [Asera Changeling - Lvl. 114]!

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General Skill [Lesser Enhanced Wisdom] has leveled up!

[Lesser Enhanced Wisdom - Lvl. 6] -> [Lesser Enhanced Wisdom - Lvl. 7]!

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