Reincarnated Hero System - Chapter 935 - 935: Idrilla’s Last Wish
Evan had flung Faldo through the air and the dragon had knocked Crarox out of the sky.
[Ah, there it is.]
With a smile, Evan teleported over to Faldo’s position with Blink and punched Faldo’s head with a fracture.
Then, with a casual yank, he grabbed Faldo by the tail and flew off with him.
[Thanks!]
“…”
“…”
Both Arthur and Idrilla stood frozen in place, dumbfounded by what they had just witnessed.
Neither of them said a word as Evan swung the massive dragon like a wrecking ball through the air, aiming at Craitid.
The two titanic creatures collided with a thunderous crash, the impact sending Craitid plummeting from the sky.
“Pfft…BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
He then charged at Silverwing with his sword drawn, the sound of Arthur’s laugh in the background as he unleashed a Vortex on the monster.
As Evan drove his sword through Silverwing, pinning the massive bird to the ground beneath him, a sudden jolt of alarm shot through his senses.
Danger Sense flared, and he looked up just in time to see Idrilla’s scythe descending toward him. Instinctively, Time Difference kicked in, slowing his perception and giving him just enough time to parry the blow.
But Idrilla was no ordinary opponent.
Despite her lack of melee prowess, her sheer power as a Legendary Level gave her an edge. Before Evan could fully recover from his parry, she exploited the gap, flicking his blade out of attack range with a twist of her scythe.
Evan summoned his shield and braced himself, expecting a follow-up strike—only for her to do the unexpected.
Idrilla reached out, her hands gripping either side of Evan’s face. The young woman’s beautiful face closed in on Evan, and her gaze, blazing with dark divinity, locked onto his as she attempted to pour her overwhelming power directly into his body.
The dark energy surged uncontrollably from her, as if she intended to flood his very soul with her divinity. Her eyes bore into his and she launched a powerful soul attack.
But to Idrilla’s shock—
“Guk?!”
—her attack failed.
The soul attack, which should have overwhelmed him, recoiled as if it had struck a wall.
Not only did her attack fail to penetrate his Soul’s defences, but she also suffered a backlash from the encounter, causing a dark glob of blood to escape her lips.
What’s more, the divinity she’d tried to pour into him had simply rebounded off, unable to penetrate his body. Evan’s innate resistance to divinity was beyond what she’d anticipated.
This resistance was something Evan rarely got to show off as he’d hardly battled divinity users before coming to Aramis.
Unbeknownst to Idrilla, there was a reason future Artemisia had always kept her divinity around Evan rather than attempting to merge it within his body. If she tried to use enough divinity to overpower Evan’s resistance, then she might as well just kill him.
Idrilla, having failed in her Soul Attack, froze momentarily, a grave mistake when considering her proximity to Evan.
Her hands holding the sides of his face were instantly covered in gold ice that rapidly crept up to her shoulders.
Evan’s right fist clenched, and the boy pulled it back in a flash.
“Soul Attack?”
Idrilla’s eyes widened in shock as she struggled to move away, realizing too late that her legs were frozen in place.
“Well, too bad.”
At that moment, a rose of flames manifested on her chest.
“I’ve. Got—”
Evan’s fist coated in lightning tore through the air, colliding with the rose of flames in the same instant he screamed out the name of the Soul Defence skill he’d gotten from Agnes.
“—Anima!”
**BAAMM!!
His fist crashed into Idrilla’s chest and the impact sent the woman’s body hurtling through the air at nearly 1000 m/s.
She crashed into the ground, the force carving a deep trench as she skidded to a halt. Forcing herself up, she clutched her chest, breathing heavily as she assessed the damage.
At that exact moment, Arthur ended his battle with Crarox with a punch that obliterated a massive section of Crarox’s body.
Only a fraction of the Leviathan’s once massive body remained intact—his head and the tip of his tail.
With so much of its body destroyed, Crarox’s eyes naturally began to dim, the last traces of life slipping away.
But before those final sparks could fade, Idrilla dismissed the Leviathan’s summoning, siphoning the remnants of its immense energy into herself.
At the same time, the wounded bodies of the three winged creatures Evan had beaten dissolved into pure energy, which Idrilla gathered and fused into a single, dense mass that hovered ominously above her scythe.
“Graveyard of My Enemies’ Adversaries; Supreme Art: Oblivion.”
Absorbing the combined might of her defeated summons, she coalesced their energy into a potent mass of raw power and locked her gaze on Arthur.
With a decisive swing of her scythe, she released the massive, pitch-black torrent of super-condensed death energy, sending it directly towards Arthur.
She sent the dark mass darting forward with blinding speed, a devastating torrent of super-condensed death energy aimed directly at Arthur.
Arthur met her attack head-on, summoning his semi-transparent blade, Celestia, and holding it aloft.
With cosmic energy serving as the base, he infused all his powers into the blade, purple and silver energies swirling and intensifying around it.
|¬Extreme Nothingness. ¬|
With one sweeping motion, Arthur unleashed a colossal slash that tore through the air, the blade cleaving through space itself as it raced forward to meet the oncoming torrent of death.
Seeing this, Evan activated his Elemental Destruction Fusion and charged in from the side, sword in hand.
Evan’s sword descended in a lightning-fast arc, forcing Idrilla to swing her scythe defensively. Their weapons collided with a metallic clang, sparks flying from the clash as Idrilla met his strike with equal force.
Undeterred, Evan pushed forward, their weapons locking in a fierce struggle for strength.
But before their duel could reach a tipping point, Arthur’s powerful slash—radiating with the combined might of cosmic, time, and destruction law energies—met the torrent of death energy hurtling toward him.
The collision detonated with an explosive force, shattering Idrilla’s Bounded Field.
The boundary lines and walls around them dissolved under sheer power, catapulting the combatants back into the forest outside Iklaque.
Resultant shockwaves burst outward in all directions, throwing Evan and Idrilla through the air.
Idrilla spun her scythe downward, anchoring herself to the ground, but the force still sent her tumbling across the forest floor, finally coming to a stop several dozen meters away.
She rolled to her feet, calling her scythe back to her hand just as Arthur burst out of the smoke at supersonic speed.
He closed the distance in an instant, his semi-transparent blade drawn back.
“Playtime is over.”
He declared, and with those words, he thrust the sword forward with unerring precision.
**SHUNK!!
The blade plunged deep into Idrilla’s chest, the force of the strike pinning her in place. Shock and pain flashed across her face as Arthur’s weapon sank into her flesh.
However—
“…!”
—Idrilla did not die.
Her facial markings glowed with radiant light as she channelled a surge of divinity, unleashing it in a blinding burst that sent Arthur hurtling into the air.
“…haaa…haaaaa…”
She heaved deep breaths, using her scythe as a staff to keep herself upright, silently thanking her stars for her ‘Last Stand’ ability.
Just once, Idrilla could survive a certain death attack, provided it did not destroy her head, pulverize or vaporize her in an instant.
Nevertheless, her survival was not perfect.
Idrilla was far from unscathed, reduced to a mere 5% of her Health Values. She needed to heal quickly, or even a weak Level 200 opponent could finish her off in this fragile state.
Staggering slightly, she activated her Soul Harvest, drawing on all her remaining stored souls and transforming them into fuel for her recovery magic.
‘First, I need to remove this blade…then I shou-?!’
Her thoughts abruptly shattered as a sense of foreboding prickled at her instincts.
She could detect three presences nearby, but she had been battling four. Arthur, Artemisia, and Beatrix all showed up in her perception.
“…where’s Evan?”
Just as the question formed, the answer rang out near her right ear.
“I’m right here.”
“?!”
**SHUNK!
Evan’s blade pierced through the back of her chest, bursting out from the front. The energy she had generated from consuming souls was violently dispersed, and Idrilla coughed up a spray of black blood.
Slowly, her gaze fell, fixating on the twin swords impaling her. As her vision blurred, she turned her head, locking eyes with Evan.
Idrilla’s scythe clattered to the ground, and she sank to her knees, heaving laboured breaths as the last of her vitality began to ebb away.
“That skill of yours is really tricky.”
Arthur remarked as he approached them—referring to Evan’s Lethe skill, the same one he’d used upon his arrival in Aramis, unnoticed by Alvey and McEnda until they activated their Pseudo-Authorities.
Even now, Arthur had momentarily lost track of Evan’s presence, forcing him to use his Time Pseudo-Authority to find him. Using it, he accelerated Evan’s movements, making him reach Idrilla before she could heal.
To Idrilla, their words sounded distant as she continued to stare at the blades piercing her, and one vital realization hit her.
‘There’s no energy.’
In other words, Arthur and Evan had struck her with purely physical attacks.
“…what the hell’s this supposed to mean?”
She rasped, her voice barely above a whisper, causing the two boys to turn their gazes toward her in unison. Despite the manner of her question, Idrilla couldn’t stop the smile that crept across her lips.
The fact that Arthur and Evan had chosen physical strikes meant her soul remained untouched by their destructive powers.
If her soul was undamaged, she could reincarnate without any complications.
For them to have done this intentionally, it could only be because she had mentioned her Reincarnation plan earlier.
“Your ability was a pain, but you seemed nice.”
Evan began, summoning his sword back into his hand.
“What’s more, your Karmic Alignment showed you’re surprisingly ‘Ordered Good’.
Perhaps that’s because in the end, you were never truly willing to fight, but only did so because of the Oath you were forced to take.
Since you said you can reincarnate, then I hope your next life turns out better than this one.”
As blood poured from the wound in Idrilla’s chest, she ignored the flow, focusing intently on the power of the ‘Oath’ binding her.
She sensed the strings of its power dissipating, and a wry smile spread across her face.
“You know…I’m probably Iklaque’s best bet at protecting itself.
Funny, considering I’m the youngest one, and the one they ostracised and called a ‘Cursed Child’.
Counting on the mercy you have shown me, I deign to ask you one last favour.
Please…”
Idrilla looked up, her obsidian eyes meeting theirs with unexpected warmth, the kindest expression they had ever seen from her.
For a fleeting moment, they believed she was about to plead for mercy.
But then, her expression twisted into one of pure contempt and disdain as she screamed.
“I WANT YOU TO SLAUGHTER EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM! RIP THEM TO SHREDS, BURN THEM TO ASHES, AND ERADICATE THEIR WRETCHED SOULS FROM EXISTENCE WITH YOUR POWER OF DESTRUCTION! MAKE SURE THEY SUFFER UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF THEIR MISERABLE LIVES!”
“(ʘᗩʘ’)”
“(꒪ö꒪)”
Her sudden outburst left both Evan and Arthur stunned, their eyes wide with shock.
Idrilla’s laughter rang out at the sight of their expressions, a maniacal echo through the air before her head slumped forward as the last flickers of life faded from her body.
“Did you…?”
“I heard her loud and clear, Evan.”
Arthur replied, shaking his head as he unsummoned Celestia. He turned away, telling Evan to manage things here while he searched for Artemisia and Beatrix, who had been flung far from the battle.
Evan watched Arthur’s retreating figure for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Idrilla’s lifeless body. A heavy sigh escaped him as he placed his hand gently on her forehead.
“Burn.”
At his command, prismatic flames erupted from his palm, enveloping Idrilla’s corpse in a dazzling inferno. The esoteric flames shimmered in a cascade of colours, consuming her flesh and bones in mere seconds.
What remained of her body was reduced to ash, which the wind eagerly swept away, scattering the remnants across the battlefield and leaving no trace of her cursed life behind.
