Reincarnated Demon Lord is a Vampire 40

Chapter 40:

《Rank S · Tenth Tier Magic · Annihilation》

The soldiers, who thought I was preparing a full defense, could never have imagined it—that the ‘God’s’ thunderous strike would be overpowered by my own offensive magic.

This was a height that even a mid-tier Divine Rank holy light spell, designed to punish demons, could not hope to reach. This was upper-tier Divine Rank magic. To put it simply, the difference was like a young man’s punch versus a child’s. Even if the child’s strength were doubled, it would still be no match for the young man.

Upper-tier Divine Rank magic wasn’t limited to destruction. In my list of spells, I found names like 《Fate Reversal》, 《Radiant Holy Body》, and 《World-Piercing Teleportation》. Just by their names, I could tell they weren’t for killing, but they possessed powerful and mysterious effects all the same.

Casting the spell had consumed a huge amount of magic in one go, but the ambient mana from the surroundings immediately began pouring back into my body, replenishing my reserves at a considerable rate. My ability to cast two Tenth Tier spells meant I could fire them off back-to-back. If I held off on using powerful magic for a few minutes, I would recover enough to cast it again. Such was the natural speed of my mana regeneration.

Unlike ordinary dark magic, the Tenth Tier spell 《Annihilation》 destroyed its target from within. The white humanoid figure began to disintegrate from its hands, breaking apart like flower petals. Even the crystal it had emerged from cracked from the inside out, and the inorganic light that composed it scattered in all directions.

“God… has vanished…”

“Im-Impossible…”

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!!”

The dark clouds once again swallowed what little light remained.

The faith of the Strip Empire’s soldiers withered right before their eyes. A few of them dropped their swords and gave up resisting. Others collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads and screaming like madmen.

“Get yourselves together, soldiers! You are warriors! You cannot die so shamefully! If you must die, die on the battlefield! One last charge with me!”

Glenn swung himself back onto his horse.

He knew it was hopeless, but he still had to draw his sword against his foe. As long as he was alive, this war was not over.

Gina, the Lancer commander, her half-plate armor shattered, followed on his left.

“Where is Alfred?”

“…”

Gina only shook her head grimly.

“I see… They were good men. All of them, good men!!”

Of their vast army, all two thousand mages were dead. Fewer than two thousand swordsmen remained, and less than three thousand lancers were still able to fight. Under the slaughter brought by the two demons, Nia and Bard, their numbers were plummeting—at least a hundred casualties every second. The prairie, irrigated with blood, reeked of something burning.

Even if Glenn managed to return, the King would never forgive him for the loss of so many elite soldiers.

He had no choice but to offer his loyalty here and now.

“All forces, charge!!!”

The silver-armored warhorse beneath Glenn shrieked and reared up on its hind legs.

Its hooves trampled flowers of blood as it galloped past countless corpses—men who were once his soldiers, his subordinates, his comrades-in-arms.

All this bloodshed, all the fighting of his elite troops, had only resulted in the deaths of a thousand or so fallen angels. The thought filled Glenn with bitter resentment.

A pitch-black spear flew past. Gina’s shield was completely shattered, and she fell from her horse, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Glenn continued his charge.

《Rank S · Eighth Tier Magic · Demonic Lightning》

Bard used magic to clean up the rest.

Bolts of lightning wrapped in dark energy struck down, arcing through the crowd. The swordsmen and lancers it hit were instantly electrocuted into charred husks, which crumbled to dust in the wind.

With not a single soldier left behind him, Glenn swung his sword, aiming a thrust at my head.

《Rank S · Seventh Tier Magic · Cloud of Dark Swords》

Ten nimble black swords materialized and flew out, intercepting his attack. The warhorse, a towering beast from my perspective, was riddled with holes and collapsed with a deafening crash. His shield and armor now in tatters, Glenn leaped from his falling mount with a final, desperate effort.

As the Demon King, I had to set an example for my subordinates.

“Farewell.”

《Rank S · Ninth Tier Magic · Distorting Black Hole》

“Hmph. So this is the end.”

Swallowed by the darkness, Great General Glenn’s body was twisted, shredded, and absorbed by the black hole. The sound of his bones snapping was incessant.

“…”

Perhaps doing it this way lessens my guilt. At least it keeps me from seeing the blood.

The rain began to fall harder.