The Wielder of Death Magic Chapter 674

Chapter 674: True Demonlord [5]

In seconds, multiple transmissions suddenly cut. Fog arose onto the battlefield of which consisted of bodies, a singular road to the north aligned by broken buildings. Rangers hoisted atop the broken vestiges fired to no avail, threat wasn’t on the ground either, from above, ca multiple crows and fogs of black. Tension skyrocketed, and none could stand before the army.

Therein, the coming of fog ant certain death, those able of body, brave vanguard a few minutes ago, cowered on themselves. Knees shook, face paled and an entourage of trauma-inducing nature.

“RETREAT!” cried za, “-barrier casters, create a secondary line, we’ll guide the fight westward.”

“No can do,” fired an earnest fighter, “-I’m at my limit, most of the casters are dead or injured. The assault was well-coordinated, they took out a lifeline and are readied to pincer.”

“He’s right,” said a solemn voice, “-I’m out of ammo. Cut the losses and wait till the fight ends, this is our only hope.”

“Jonl, you serious right now?”

“Yeah, the more people die, the stronger they get. Aptha; how’s the triage?”

.....

“Bad,” she replied, “-very bad. We’re out of supplies, my abilities are strained by the mortal wounds.”

“Damn it,” he peered out the advance scout position, “-any vigilantes abled to move, head westward.” Two options presented themselves, either help the fallen or help the abled. za choose the forr, deep inside, the thought process was biased, the truth in the vigilantes to pull through swayed the outco. He wished wholeheartedly for their success.

“Boys, boys,” spoke the fighters, “-ti to be used as bait,” they nervously laughed. Lustful glares locked onto them, “-stall for ti people. The heroes are on their way, we fight till the bitter end. HEROES ARE PEOPLE WHO SACRIFICE THEMSELVES FOR OTHERS!”

“HELL YEAH!” the last battle cry. Down in their hearts, despite the adrenaline, the sad reality of worthlessness and weakness veered its ugly face.

The horde, compromised of skeletons and turned Sultrians, split for east and west. The monsters of the air swooped and killed the rangers, za’s map blinked red each ti a fighter died. Sweat and fear plastered on his face, the makeshift dic camp cried in horror.

“They co...” said a guard, “-we’re dood.”

“What?” quick to check on he who spoke, *slash,* blood dowsed the floor and walls red, ‘-no,’ her heart dropped, ‘- don’t tell ...’ the body fell, her eyes wandered outside onto the coming fog, ‘-they’re here...’

“éclair, infiltrate the channel.”

“As wished.”

Between the bait and hardworking camp, the prior death-filled street cleared, “-Hello, is this working?”

“Who is it?” returned za.

“Listen well. Rangers and survivors make their way to the camp. Healers focus on those who can still fight, have the spellcasters in sowhat fightable shape, cast barriers. Two factors are needed to win this battle, first, the rescue of the fighters, second, we destroy the enemy.”

“Destroy the enemy?” inquired Jonl.

“Watch and learn, fellow comrade of Hidros. This is how a true adventurer fights.” A nonchalant presence landed, the horde montarily halted and glared. za, far away, snuck a glimpse as did Jonl.

‘The bait’s not doing their job,’ he scanned, ‘-well, here I go,’ he leaned, picked up a long sword, and a few pebbles. Two steps forth, the pebbles flew past the monsters and nicked the fearful vigilantes. The fresh scent of blood drew the attention of all, those headed for the camp turned and growled. ‘According to plan,’ he stood in the middle, the horde itched to pounce, ‘-they’re being controlled by others, must be the fog. This is most likely a premature attack, I’d hope, who am I to guess what monsters are thinking.’ Firm into the fighting stance, ‘-let’s go old-school,’ each step resounded, the speed wasn’t impressive nor did it speak of power, instead, each ti the soles made contact, a blackish mist remained on the floor. *GRRR,* ‘-finally, here they co.’ Every beast in the vicinity went for him, ‘-dark mana, I knew they’d be enticed.’

Faster monster leaped with rudintary weapons, scratches, and bites; a fighting style not viewed as favorable. ‘Barbaric,’ he stood firm without a single gesture, *-Spatial-Arts: Killzone,* a semitransparent drop of nothingness made contact and conjured a sphere, the radius stretched milliters beyond the sword’s reach. Claws first and head later, it crossed the barrier and death. A slow and rhythmic slash set the pace, hesitance shook the common consciousness, ‘-co on, leader, show your face.’ *click, click, click,* chanted an otherworldly creature.

The aura changed, the vacant glances filled in ire and lust, the horde leaped. On the outside, nothing differed, however, the Killzone allowed ti to move per his will, thus, the more jumped, the faster he got. The seemingly weak and gentle strokes hastened, the posture fird, one by one, the monsters fell.

“za, soone’s on the battlefield, what should we do?”

“Didn’t he give orders earlier? Focus on the camp.”

A silver of hope showed itself amidst the carnage, the bait crawled to the camp, projectile weapons drew onto the stray enemies. The focus on a single man gave leeway to strategies. ‘Where’s the AHA?’ gritted za.

A shock of condensed energy halted the slaughter, ‘-here co new orders.’ The puppets halted and faced the camp, they split, the stronger headed for the sole-support line.

‘Good strategy,’ he smirked, *Go forth, Vengeance, slay all those who dare stand in our way!* a swipe to the camp spawned a vicious tempest of flas, the streets carved behind the imnse pressure, stray wanderers on the way charred instantly. A figure stood behind a mountain of flas.

anwhile, inwards of the town, ergency ssages hit every response unit. The blocked path didn’t allow for backup to arrive. Never mind the heroes who were stuck in an attack to the east, pressure arose from the toppled building. ‘What are the heroes doing?’ slightly glowing light-grey hair hovered onto the scene, the eyes lit vividly to match the purity of white, the hair swayed harshly at the increase of power, ‘-simple,’ the bottleneck cleared in seconds.

“My lady!” cried a few stray construction workers, “-thank you for the assistance.”

“No worries, how’s the status of the invasion?”

“Last report states casualties in the hundreds of deaths.”

“I go away on a trip and this is the result.” *Woosh.*

Ambulance sirens fought their way to the incident area.

“Who was that?” inquired a bystander.

“A very strong person,” replied the worker, “-her exploits are heard all over the continent. She’s the sole reason the monsters haven’t been able to break through Whuotan.”

Debris and empty streets told a different story, the lady landed amid a concluded battle. An unhinged sword, bloodied at the handle, stood on high above a mountain of bodies. ‘Is the battle over?’

“Alright, take him to the back, he should be fine,” the camp sowhat smoothed.

“I have great news,” said za, “-ambulances are on their way. They’ll take those who aren’t afflicted by the curse.”

“What of them,” the mask lowered.

“We don’t have the ans to heal them as of yet.”

“I see,” he exhaled, ‘-by the lowered tone, they’ll be left to die.’

“What should I do about him?” inquired Aptha.

“The injuries aren’t bad; a healing potion should do the trick.”

“Alright.”

“ERGENCY!” cried a squad, “-we found a survivor, the pulse is barely present.”

‘Yeah, he’s not long for the world, the injuries are grave.’

“PLEASE!” begged a lady, “-save my fiancé.”

‘Lovers...’ a brief scan, “-take him to the second room.” From battle to now first-aid, treatnt of the fallen was a priority. A strong personage entered the camp, the sight of relief blew the wilds, ‘-I thought the situation to be worse...’ the few steps arrived at the segregation of wounded. Those able to move helped in administering potions to the heavily wounded. The abundance of supplies was brought by a single man.

“How’s the outside?” inquired za.

“The wave’s backed off, I don’t see them returning.”

“za,” the conversation broke, “-might you explain what has happened here?”

“Highness,” they bowed, “-we were saved by a stranger.”

“Excuse ?”

“Allow to explain,” a glance to the hall showed the man in question,”-let’s move to a more secluded area.” To which, Jonl excused himself in favor of aiding the patients.

A roofless apartnt gave a decent view, “-Not much of a change,” she comnted as the camp was little more than a stone’s throw away, “-tell what happened?” A passing breeze enhanced her features.

“We were saved by a stranger, he’s yet to tell us his na. Yet, I feel much power inside. Where the most competent of our vigilantes fell by the tenacity of the monsters, he single-handedly took on a horde of at least two hundred. Believe , when I say, the way he fought felt careless and tireso, it felt more of a hassle to him, like, what a waste of ti, kind of feel.”

“And, should I be impressed?”

“No, not at all. I’m just giving my report. After an anti-climactic conclusion, he took to the dical camp, dawned a dical mask, and began to fight.”

In before their eyes, ti sped, ambulances arrived in full. The injured were taken for further treatnt, those afflicted by the curse were transported in a less visually pleasing truck, destination, Q-zone. An otherwise lost battle held firm on a single strand of hope. The evening arrived, mbers of the AHA and fresh vigilantes mounted a stern defense. Another wall was built by the useless debris.

‘I’m done,’ fatigue gave to a harsh screech, ‘-unusable chair,’ the breathing relaxed. ‘Treating people is harder than killing them, who would have thought. She’s sothing else,’ he narrowed outside, ‘-I recognize her from sowhere, but where? The abilities are far stronger than I ever imagined.’

“Master, are thee well?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What of the quest?”

“No deal, the governnt’s funding most of the companies. We either wait for a deal or start a new one.”

“A new one,” he leaned into the chair, “-sounds rough, I don’t want to be involved.”

“Master, you’re very entertaining. We could use the route of puppetry and gain what is wished.”

“Or, look for a foreign company. Let’s sit on it for a while, there’s no way the monsters are being evicted so easily.”

“Why?”

“They’re strong. Every ti a Sultrian is turned, the collective consciousness assimilates the battle experience and abilities. Have to hand it to the ruler of the underworld, he knows how to gain experience no matter the situation.”

Footsteps interrupted the conversation, “-what’s your na?” said a shadowy figure.

“And who are you?” he glared.

“None of your business. Tell the na right away.”

“Oh please,” he stood, “-a pretty face without the personality to match, how convenient. I’m sure you’re very amicable,” the height difference garnered a frown.

“I haven’t co to make friends,” a stern step forth, “-who in the hell are you?”

He smirked, “-much attitude from one who has to tiptoe to make her voice heard, I apologize, thy words don’t reach. Maybe co back when thee hath grown.”

“Insolent bastard!” her hair levitated, the room trembled, stray rocks circled nacingly, “-take back thy words.”

“No can do.”

“I warned you,” the expression dulled, “-die.”

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*Woosh,* “-was I supposed to be scared?” he sidestepped, “-the rocks are far too slow to do any damage,” the projectiles kept on the pressure, “-I’d like to stay and chat,” at the entrance, “-sadly, I don’t personally enjoy the company of smug brats. I hope we never et again.”

‘-Little,’ the rocks halted, ‘-he’s gone...’

“Highness, is everything ok?” panted za, “-I heard the commotion.”

“Yeah, everything is fine,” the girted teeth and clenched palms said otherwise.

‘Hades’ firm on the invasion. The sa strategy employed by Scifer. The brief visit opened my eyes, the AHA is incompetent. The heroes are slack and unnervingly annoying. Vigilantes do the work, and they take the credit. The dia has heavily twisted the story. Not that it matters, I’ve gotten a fragnt of the curse.’