Reincarnated Hero System - Chapter 931 - 931: Guess Who’s Back?
Just when Idrilla was about to block one of Arthur’s slashes, Evan summoned the Gazebind Aegis and shouted her name.
“Idrilla!”
The shield’s ability activated, and the woman’s head jerked toward Evan, her full awareness shifting abruptly from Arthur to him. This brief lapse broke her focus; her grip on the scythe faltered.
**SWISH!!
“AARRRHH!!”
Idrilla’s scream tore through the air as Arthur’s blade cleaved her left arm, a spray of blood marking the strike.
He moved to bring his sword down once more, but the markings on her face shone with a divine light that spread across her dress in synchrony. A burst of raw divinity erupted from her, slamming into Arthur with a force he hadn’t anticipated.
‘This…!’
Arthur immediately recognized the power of this Divinity—strong enough to bypass his resistance.
Immediately, he used gravity law energy to create a multi-layered barrier above his body, but even with his defences, the impact launched him dozens of meters into the air.
Evan teleported behind him, raising his shield and calling out.
“Arthur, Boost!”
Evan’s trust in Arthur’s ability to regain balance mid-air wasn’t misplaced. Arthur used spatial energy to reorient, landing feet-first on Evan’s shield. Then, Evan thrust forward with all his strength, becoming a springboard as Arthur catapulted toward Idrilla, who was already attempting to flee.
“Island Split.”
Arthur swung Celestia with the power to cleave an Island in two, but Idrilla slammed her scythe’s butt into the ground and summoned a series of bone walls.
Each Bone wall was broken though, but they reduced the power of his slash so by the time it reached her, it was weak enough for Idrilla to absorb the final impact with her Reaping Slash skill.
‘It’s a good thing I have this divinity…’
The thought crossed Idrilla’s mind as she manipulated her death energy, purging Arthur’s residual destruction energy from her severed arm in a single pulse.
“…what?”
Arthur was even more dumbfounded when she picked up her severed arm and held it up to her shoulder, using Divinity to power a Black Magic spell.
“Black Magic: Corrupted Recovery.”
Black tendrils of death energy coiled around the wound, knitting flesh and sinew back together in a grisly dance of divinity. The arm twitched and convulsed, its skin bubbling and pulsing until it finally settled back into place.
Idrilla flexed her fingers to test her mobility, before raising her gaze to the two before her.
“…It seems quantity wouldn’t do the trick against you two.”
“You should have realised it from the get-go.”
Evan replied as he stepped forward, the ground beneath his feet crystallizing with each step. It created a stark contrast as his arms were coated in Mesarthim’s Orange flames.
“I really should have.
But I’d have to trouble you with more quantity…quality takes time to prepare.”
Idrilla responded with a half-smile, spinning her scythe behind her back and ‘slicing the air’, ripping open a tear from which dark, liquified death energy seeped, thick as an ocean current.
The boys leapt back to avoid being swallowed by the approaching wave of death energy when a voice—deep, furious—roared through the entire Bounded Field.
[EVAN ERIS!!!!!!!]
“?!”
Evan looked up, his eyes widening. Riding the churning wave of liquified death energy was a figure all too familiar.
He had a slender body, with long neatly done black hair kept up with intricate white headpieces that contrasted his black clothes, along with a pair of cat-like opal eyes.
But it was the sorrowful fury in his gaze that rooted Evan in place. This was a face he would never forget.
If anyone asked Evan about his first Big Victory, there was only one answer that came to mind.
The Eighth Finger of the Demonic Hand. The first Executive to fall by his hands.
Someone worthy of the title of ‘Notable Adversary’.
“DOMNIK FUCKING VELAK!!”
The ‘Necromancer of Disaster’ had appeared.
In a flash of black light, a figure shot up from the churning pool of dark energy—a demon with wild, dark brown hair. At the sight of him, Evan’s eyes narrowed as he spat out a name.
“Zacular!”
Dominik’s death essence radiated off him as he charged forward, slamming his foot down and invoking a command.
“Domain of Death!”
“What the-?! A Bounded Field, within another Bounded Field?!”
Evan exclaimed in surprise, a shadow of disbelief cast over both him and Arthur. Neither had thought this possible—a Bounded Field layered within another.
Typically, the stronger Field obliterated any weaker one in its way, dominating the space. Yet Idrilla’s was somehow different.
“What sort of people have you been fighting in that future of yours, Evan?”
“Lunatics! That’s what!”
Dark magic power wove a network from beneath Dominik’s feet, sweeping out across the battlefield.
Under its influence, thousands—no, tens of thousands—of undead emerged.
Skeleton warriors, wraiths, liches, zombies, bone wyverns, and an army of Dullahans all clawed and climbed from the earth, forming a legion of the dead ready to attack.
“I see what she meant by quantity.”
Arthur muttered, just as a flash of necrotic energy ripped through the air toward his head. He turned, stopping it in time and his gaze narrowed as he identified the attacker.
“Who are-? Oh, you’re that demigod from that Planet in Edward’s home galaxy. Ugantu, was it?”
Recognition flickered in Arthur’s eyes before he turned to Evan with a smirk.
“Hey, Evan. Looks like I’ve got my own Necromancer.”
Evan’s gaze shifted to the demigod seething with hatred, standing at the centre of a horde of death knights.
“Why do you two have Necromancers on your kill lists?”
Artemisia questioned as she joined them, tossing aside the severed head of a Divine Human without a second glance, while Evan provided an appropriate response.
“Because they had us on their kill lists. It was kill or be killed—and we killed them.”
“And now they’re back to kill you.”
The two boys only shrugged at Artemisia’s response, unbothered. Instead, they were more concerned about who ‘their Necromancers’ were.
Evan went first.
“Mine’s the ‘Eighth Executive’ of an organisation trying to break my World’s Dimensional Rift and let the Invaders in.
He attacked a super huge duchy in my home country with hundreds of thousands of undead and tried to kill us all. The fight was tough then, and he wasn’t even at his full power.”
“Oh, mine’s an unfortunate guy who hates me because his mum was an assassin who was sent to kill me but failed and got killed by my grandad’s servants. I don’t even know his name.
Randomly encountered him when I was looking for random planets to spend my day on.”
As Arthur responded, Artemisia quietly pressed a hand to Evan’s back, then hesitated as she reached for Arthur, her instincts halting her inches away.
“Wise decision.”
Arthur spoke, and having figured out what she wanted to do, switched off his Progenitor Authority, allowing her to use her power of Evolution on him.
“Queen of Evolution: Evolve Ally; Adaptive Regeneration.”
The effects of the two abilities she used on the boys were immediate. Evan pulled up his status and noticed the difference on his level, looking at Arthur and seeing the same as well.
She used those two abilities on both boys, the effects were immediate. Evan saw the representation of the effects via his Level tab, now reading 653 (+47), while Arthur’s displayed 793 (+22).
Sensing the surge in Evan and Arthur’s power, Idrilla’s gaze snapped up from her magic circle, and she cursed under her breath.
She quickly ordered the Necromancers to bolster their undead forces.
Dominik raised his hands, enhancing the demigod’s Death Knights, and the demigod mirrored the action, empowering Dominik’s undead soldiers.
Simultaneously, they unleashed their hordes, but rather than fulfilling Dominik’s wish to clash with Evan, Idrilla ordered him toward Arthur, leaving the demigod to take on Evan.
The demigod Necromancer bristled, visibly frustrated as he wanted to rip Arthur apart, not fight someone he didn’t even know existed till now.
“That’s an awful lot of Dullahans you got there…”
“Yeah, Dominik likes Dullahans a lot.”
Evan quipped, preparing his sword as the Death Knights barrelled towards him while Arthur summoned Celestia and asked.
“Dullahan fetish?”
“Maybe.”
Artemisia rolled her eyes at their banter and stepped back from the brewing battle, ignoring Idrilla’s narrowed gaze as she moved toward Beatrix.
‘While the boys are busy with the undead, I’d kill those two girls…’
Idrilla thought this, dismissing the grumbling from the Necromancers.
She knew Dominik’s grudge against Evan ran deep, but Evan had already bested him once. Sending him to fight Evan again would likely end in the same result.
Likewise, Arthur was familiar with the demigod’s tactics, which would put him at a disadvantage.
Hence, Idrilla paired the unfamiliar Dominik with Arthur and matched the demigod against Evan.
Her goal was simple: keep Arthur tied down with Dominik’s relentless onslaught, separating him from Evan long enough for the demigod to defeat him.
But her plan crumbled as the two boys stuck together, refusing to be separated.
Arthur and Evan unleashed a barrage of attacks, obliterating the undead. Arthur’s blade, Celestia, pulsed with destructive energy, slicing through Dullahans and Death Knights like paper.
Beside him, Evan’s prismatic flames and sword strikes burned and shattered the undead hordes, reducing them to smouldering ash and bone fragments.
While they were busy there, Idrilla used Shadow Step to teleport over to where Artemisia and Beatrix were to deal with them.
Arthur and Evan noticed this, but they were swarmed by far too many undead to do a thing.
For every one they killed, three more appeared.
The designation of “Notable Adversary” applied only to the Necromancers themselves—not their hordes.
For Arthur, these undead were individually weak, but their overwhelming numbers made them a serious obstacle. He was also growing annoyed by the stench of corpses, so he decided to clean up the battlefield.
“Evan, get Artemisia and Beatrix off the ground. This might kill them.”
“!?”
Danger Sense rang an alarm and Evan whipped his head around, eyes widening as he saw the massive well of Anti-Divinity radiating from Arthur’s body.
He didn’t hesitate for a moment, unfurling his wings and activating Limit Break as he shot through the air toward the two goddesses.
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Beatrix’s Space Warp skill allowed her to teleport and deal area-wide spatial damage at both departure and arrival points.
Each teleport tore apart everything within a 50-meter radius, shredding all the undead around.
She barely lingered in any area for thirty seconds, dropping Time Bombs and taking down clusters of undead before vanishing to the next spot.
Without warning, Idrilla materialized behind her, scythe raised, and with her Reaping Slash skill, she intended to cut through Beatrix’s body and soul.
“Beatrix!!”
Artemisia’s voice rang out in warning, but Beatrix, a time manipulator, had already glimpsed the fate that awaited her—unless she used Spatial Mimicry, that is.
Beatrix didn’t hesitate to use the advanced Spatial Manipulation technique that she currently could barely maintain for three seconds.
Yet, she timed it to perfection, transforming her body entirely into space itself, allowing her to occupy the third dimension without a physical form.
And since she had no physical form—
**SWOOSSHH!!
—Idrilla’s physical attack was useless against her.
The moment the scythe phased through, Beatrix released the technique and used Space Warp, unleashing a spatial blast that threw Idrilla back.
“The heck?”
Never having seen such an ability before, Idrilla was confused. Nevertheless, she regained her bearings and quickly prepared for an attack once more.
However, Evan abruptly swooped in from above, gripping Beatrix and Artemisia by the waist, and then pulled them up with him into the skies.
Infuriated, Idrilla tried to attack Evan—until she sensed a massive surge of power from behind. She whirled around, and her heart nearly stopped at the terrifying sight unfolding before her.
