Reincarnated Hero System - Chapter 1180 - 1180: When the Sky Rains Demons

The intensity of the battle immediately spiked from this point, with the Demonic Hand unleashing all available Foreign High-Rank demons, who were met by nearly every available Legend, Veiled ones included, forcing generals to order lower-level forces to retreat to reduce potential collateral damage.

This naturally expanded the scale of destruction across the Wild Lands, hundreds of thousands of square kilometres engulfed in war, each drop of blood hitting the ground further widening the tear created by the World Magic spell.

Xolgren demonstrated why Agrikers were considered some of the most irritating demons to face, continuously summoning creature after creature without pause.

Monsters from the Dark Continent and the Dread Ocean Islands, places most people didn’t even know existed, appeared, along with creatures from the worlds where the Wildcard Protocol High-Ranks had been summoned from.

The Heroes didn’t stay idle either, joining the battles, though they avoided opponents that matched their new levels and focused on the Level 500-600 battlegrounds.

With their newfound power, they easily overpowered their opponents, cleared retreat paths for lower-level combatants, assisted medics, and even helped take down a few High-Rank demons with precisely timed attacks using their Mystic Eyes.

David’s Mystic Eyes of Anti-Magic accounted for the deaths of several thousand Demonic Hand members, and his timed activations caused a few High-Rank demons to fall as their defensive magic was unexpectedly nullified.

Laurene fought alongside Kasteblum’s Mages, and with her support, they were practically invincible.

The Mages suffered the fewest casualties so far, as Laurene’s Myriad Casting, combined with her Mystic Eyes, identified weaknesses in enemy magic circles, dismantled buffs, and gave her a broader view of the battlefield than even the military generals, letting her deploy tactical magic in rapid succession.

Bianca naturally fought alongside Dragondune’s dragons, commanding the majority of them, who followed her orders without hesitation, swooping down from the skies in packs and cutting through hordes of both Demonic Hand members and Xolgren’s summons.

She even went full on Glass Dragon form, spewing vitric breaths in all directions and wiping dozens off the planet’s surface with every attack.

Eliza, on the other hand, moved with the Combat Medics and was single-handedly responsible for thousands of soldiers returning to battle.

Lloris had a squad of Elites led by a Warlord surrounding Eliza, their sole goal being to escort her across the battlefield and keep her safe, even at the cost of their lives, ensuring she could continue healing their forces and reducing casualties.

Eliza’s true protection, however, came from her uncle, George Kaur, who watched her from a hidden location, along with one of Aidos’ Sovereigns, the Azure Witch, Felyela al’Rear.

Kuro stayed in Eliza’s shadow, taking out minor threats before the squad around her could even notice, while Milena and Amy joined the Deadly Sin Demons, and Kayla led the majority of the spirits residing in Tarse to fight on a separate front.

The deaths on both sides fed the World Formation, increasing its energy and accelerating the rate at which the planet’s hotspot was being drained, widening the rift in space created by the Modified World Magic Spell.

Lloris watched the slowly expanding rift with a grave expression, and then heard footsteps, turning to see Evan suddenly appear inside the command centre, having slipped past all the guards without them noticing.

Evan walked up to the desk in front of Lloris, placing his hand on it and casting a spell.

‘War Magic: Projection of the World.’

The map of Tarse glowed as a detailed, live representation of the Wild Lands appeared, letting him observe everything in real time, capturing the smallest changes caused by various influences.

The glow of the spell caught the attention of several others, finally making the commanding officers notice Evan’s presence, but he ignored them, his pupils moving across the map at incredible speed as the model updated in real time, with ambient magic and law energy scans capturing every change and altering the rendered theatre of war, while he zoomed in on certain locations to monitor the developments.

He did this in silence for several minutes, with no one daring to interrupt after seeing the serious look on his face.

Eventually, he took a deep breath, and as several locations on the map began to glow, he pressed his communication device and spoke.

“It’s time. Heroes. Begin to get into position. Especially you, Laurene.”

With those words, Evan looked up out of the tent and vanished, a gust of wind following as he shot into the battlefield, Demonic Hand members quite literally exploding to ashes as he zig-zagged through the chaotic fight at supersonic speed.

He headed straight for the centre, summoning the Akashic Page midway, and once he had Deram in his sight, he abruptly came to a stop, the shockwave from his sudden halt blasting everything around him and drawing the Fifth Finger’s attention.

Xolgren turned immediately, and Evan raised his hand and shouted.

“World Magic: Spell Number 7: Sword of Damocles!”

The ethereal sword of inescapable destruction appeared above Deram’s head, the thread it hung by snapping as it descended to deliver lethal judgment.

“!”

The sword descended too fast for Xolgren or any of his summons to intercept, forcing Deram to act himself. He couldn’t allow the sword to damage the Dimension Gate magic circle, so he leapt into the air, propelling himself upward to meet it, thrusting his staff coated in spatial law energy toward the blade.

**BOOOOM!!

The staff and sword tip collided with the sound of thunder, a blinding flash erupting like lightning as the magic power in both clashed and detonated.

Before the explosion had even subsided, Evan flipped the pages of his grimoire and cast another spell.

“Spell Number 13: Judgment of the Gods!”

The airborne Deram couldn’t defend against the hyper beam of magic power crashing into him from the side, sending him tumbling out of the sky and plummeting deep into the Demonic Hand’s backlines, where they tended to their wounded.

“Shit! Deram!”

Xolgren shouted as he saw him sent flying, deploying more summons to fill the lion beastman’s role in protecting the World Magic Circle, but simultaneous tactical magic strikes from the Kasteblum Grand Mage group immediately pushed back their defensive line.

He and Deram had been guarding the magic circle, but with Deram knocked far away, the defences had weakened, and the risk of it being damaged had risen significantly.

Xolgren tried to call his Biomechanical Abomination, but Dandeyr kept the entity engaged in battle, preventing it from responding and forcing Xolgren to send a three-headed hydra after Evan to stop him from launching another World Magic.

It didn’t matter, though, since Evan never intended to launch another World Magic Spell. His goal had simply been to move Deram out of the way, sending him closer to Bianca’s location.

“Bianca! Mirror!!”

[Got it!]

At his command, Bianca nosedived from the air toward Deram, returning to her humanoid form and stretching out her hand as she shouted the name of her Unique Skill.

“Vitric Archon!!”

Celestial energy and earth law energy rapidly converged in front of her outstretched hand, bursting outward in a concentric wave, and with the sound of chinking glass, a giant 50-metre-wide mirror formed before her, angled perfectly to reflect the light of the star Omicron onto Deram’s location.

The Demonic Hand Executive raised his staff, magic power building as he aimed to shatter the mirror and stop whatever Bianca intended, but even faster than his attack was Evan’s message to an existence beyond the planet’s surface.

“Rizass, you’re up.”

The giant mirror blazed so brightly that no reflection could be seen, and with the sound of shattering glass, the massive body of an obsidian black dragon with five grey horns and amber eyes lunged out of the mirror.

Meeting those amber eyes the instant he fired a beam of demonic energy from his staff, Deram cursed.

“Glass Dragon Rizass!!!”

His attack launched just as Rizass opened her maw, unleashing a full-powered breath at the Demonic Hand Executive, the black beam streaking across the battlefield, laced with shards of shattered glass and warping space around it.

Faced with that, Deram slammed his staff into the ground and tried to use his Unique Skill to rip open a wormhole, attempting to redirect the breath elsewhere, but the celestial and law energy embedded in Rizass’s attack overwhelmed the channel instantly.

The wormhole overloaded and detonated, the ruptured spatial tunnel erupting into a towering mushroom cloud that soared into the sky.

The blast would have obliterated everything within hundreds of kilometres, but the moment the channel ruptured, a kilometre-wide dome of crimson-gold energy appeared around the origin, containing the immense shockwaves and explosive force.

Everyone within the area died instantly, from the lowest Level 50 Demonic Hand grunt to even a Level 700+ Wildcard Protocol High-Rank Demon.

The only survivors were Rizass, who had unleashed the breath, Bianca, whom Rizass protected, and Deram, the Fifth Finger, who had tanked the blast on his own.

The dome shield cracked and crumbled, clouds of smoke and gusts of wind sweeping across the land, revealing the massive valley now carved into the middle of the Wild Lands, at the bottom of which Deram knelt on one knee.

His left arm was drenched in blood, and his body had grown even larger than before. The lion of a man now looked more like a lion and less like a man, standing 3 metres tall with an even bulkier frame.

With every passing second, his body transformed, his arms swelling like thick logs with veins visible across the surface, until he looked no different from a giant lion standing on two legs.

The sight of the wounded and transformed Deram made Xolgren curse, but even more alarming was what he detected the instant Rizass fired her breath attack.

At the same instant that a dome appeared to contain the attack’s area of effect.

For a split second, his Biomechanical Abomination automatically activated ‘Ruin Mode’, its all-out, mutually destructive overdrive that sacrificed its own existence for the power to eliminate the target.

It was a mode that the BMA could only trigger automatically when facing an existence whose power completely overwhelmed its own.

Considering it had been holding the Superior Sovereign Dandeyr to a standstill, that implied Transcendent-level power was required for this mode.

But that wasn’t the real issue.

The problem was the existence the BMA had chosen as its target.

It wasn’t Dandeyr, nor Ciarrucrorth, Rizass, or any of the other Sovereigns present.

In Xolgren’s left eye, outlined in red and blinking, hovered the airborne figure of a grey-eyed boy with a pair of white draconic wings lightly flapping behind him.

‘Evan…Eris!’

And just as the name crossed Xolgren’s mind, Evan silently closed the Akashic Page, the grimoire vanishing as he turned his gaze to Xolgren, meeting the demon’s eyes with a blank expression.

‘Fuck! Deram, that kid is bad news! The Master of Dragondune isn’t the real threat here! It’s that fucking kid!

[…what?]’

Deram blinked in confusion, not understanding the reason for Xolgren’s sudden panic, but the demon wasn’t backing down.

‘I’m not summoning that thing against the Glass Dragon. I’m not summoning it until that kid makes a fucking move!’

Xolgren instantly abandoned the plan to unleash his trump card on Rizass, every instinct screaming that whatever well of power Evan was hiding—enough to make his BMA target the Hero—only that trump card could save him from it.

[Xolgren! What the hell are yo—]

‘Damn it, Deram! That kid’s hiding something far more dangerous than the Glass Dragon! I’m not taking any chances!’

The demon screamed at his contractor through their mental link as he unfurled his wings and shot into the air, feeling Evan’s gaze leave him as he dashed toward Deram.

‘It feels like we’re all playing in the palm of his hand…!’

Xolgren couldn’t shake the sense of dread as he rushed to assist Deram, but Rizass wasn’t about to let her target receive reinforcements so easily, or at least, that’s what her actions suggested.

The glass dragon swung her right claw, sending streams of glass lashing through the air like whips toward Xolgren, but they never reached him as beams of demonic energy rained down from above, colliding with the glass streams and shattering them.

Rizass turned her gaze skyward, locking onto the figure of an unidentified demon responsible for the attacks.

Laurene, despite being kilometres away, used her Mystic Eyes to zoom into the sky and immediately began appraising the newcomer, and when the name and titles appeared, her eyes widened in shock.

“Wha—! That’s one of the Demon Generals Arlan sealed!!”

[!]

[What?!]

The other Heroes reacted with shock at her words, eyes lifting to the skies at the newcomer radiating the power of a Sovereign.

The demon wore the old uniform of Gozon’s Interstellar Army, the stars on his shoulders identifying him as a Major General, and from the small patches of stone still clinging to his face, it was clear he hadn’t been unsealed for long.

He wasn’t the only one in that category to appear on the battlefield. Some members of the battalion he had commanded, sealed alongside him, swooped down from above to join the fight, their levels ranging from 500 to 600, with even three at Level 700.

Evan looked up to the sky, snapping his fingers to summon Hydras that spewed breaths at the demonic humans attacking him, his hand rising to his forehead.

From a distance, it looked like Evan was reacting negatively to the newcomers, but up close, his wide smile was obvious.

‘So you’ve done it, huh, Ferrid?’

Controlling his expression, he turned toward Rizass and pressed his communicator, sending a message to her alone.

“All is according to plan. Carry on”