The Runic Alchemist - Chapter 716 - 716: The War For Malveria 3

All human third rankers took positions at the head of their army — facing the demon of their choice. Those who had not chosen any stayed in the middle and at the end. It was unstoppable now; still, Damian flew high up, moving closer to the demons.

The Emperor and Elf Queen understood his intention and joined him in midair. Halfway between the two armies they slowed down as the most powerful among the demons flew up alone and stopped some meters from them. The demons had a weird accent but they did not have any other language — being part of the same continent before getting separated.

“Who are you? What clan do you belong to?” the demon asked before Damian could say anything.

“I am Runebreaker. I was not born a demon,” Damian replied.

“Highbloods,” the demon said arrogantly. “We are called Highbloods. Do not use insulting words to describe us, Dawnwalkers.”

“Well,” Damian said, “you are indeed high if you think your eight people can defeat our eighteen with a much better army.”

“Better than dying like pigs,” the demon said. “You will not forget this war, Dawnwalkers. Neither will your children and their children. We named ourselves dead the second we left for this land.”

“I was not lying when I said I will spare your people and you lot if you surrender peacefully. If you want a mana contract — we can do that too.” Damian tried one last time to convince the guy.

“Blessed Be the Scorched. From the Ash, the Soul is Freed,” the demon said. It was the thing some of them usually said before a fight.

“No, man,” Damian sighed, turning around. “Once you are ash, you are just dirt.”

Demons had schemed their way into the five kingdoms and influenced many events to make all kingdoms fight internally but today they had not backed out from the direct fight. Neither was there any cheap scheme. They had indeed been ready for this moment. Damian hoped when they finally had some sense, at least a couple of their leaders would remain alive — to tell the stupid tale of their defeat to their descendants for years to come.

Once back among their people, the two armies stared at each other for a minute. Finally, the Emperor shouted the order to fight. And they moved — so did the demons. Damian had given a steel cube to all his transcendents and one to Vidalia for the battle, all his soldiers over five health potions each. It would not be easy at all to kill them.

A spellsword might not be able to make much use of it but a mage like Vidalia would run the thing ragged. Hovering above the violently clashing armies, Damian activated all three of his sacrium mana cubes. The chaos dragon with the Demon King had not moved yet. The third rankers were already launching attacks at one another.

Fighting will only give them hope — Damian had to make them feel beyond hopeless.

He weaved runic spells in double digits, glowing with power all around him. With a gesture of a single hand forward, Damian pushed tens of them forward and placed them beneath the back formation of the demon army, activating all ten at once.

In a second, a whole horizontal, rectangular line of the demon army started to lose any grip beneath their footing — with the horrible realization about their situation, over five thousand demons were shot into the sky, their gravity snatched from them, never to be returned alive. He had stacked ten wide-area gravity reversal spells at once with a lot of mana, sending all men, dirt, and stones over a kilometer high before falling down again.

The whole chaotic battlefield seemed to pause for a second to see where the uncontrollable screams were coming from. At the same time, Damian pushed others of his ready spells high above the demon army — launching over hundreds of condensed giant suns descending from high above. The sky itself had become red with incoming doom. When the first one landed and exploded, leaving meters-deep craters, the army of demons did the most reasonable thing they could have done — running in any direction they could.

The Demon King was forced to move; only one had caused such damage and over hundreds were still coming down. If they all landed, the battle would be decided right here and now. The enormous dragon pushed itself up, flapping its giant, rotten wings. After ascending a little, it released a powerful breath of pure rustic darkness towards some of his condensed flame spheres, forcing them to explode in the air while arching the trajectory of the breath to cover most of the spheres.

Damian had enough time to make a big wormhole, capturing the whole chaos flame; he placed the endpoint right behind the dragon itself.

Was the thing resistant to its own attack?

Yes, it was. The rider, not so much. The King of Demons jumped down from the dragon’s back, his whole body burning with rustic black flames but the damage was not as much as Damian had expected. A thin layer of mana protected his real body — that wasn’t something a newcomer could do. An experienced guy.

The King of Demons controlled the chaos dragon to stop breathing flames and moved it under him to land on it. The battle beneath them had resumed with thousands of spells flying everywhere, making hundreds of explosions. Even some gigantic flame, wind, and water tornadoes were going through the battlefield — butchering everything that came in the way.

The biggest constant sounds, however, were of his own giant explosions. The chaos dragon had managed to stop half of them but the remaining ones had made the land full of craters.

The dragon came straight towards him. The Emperor beside him charged his sword with golden aura — however, it was the elf on his other side who had completed chanting a spell; she was a mage, a light element master healer. Well, at least that’s what he had heard.

The spell she launched did indeed have the gold of light alongside the green of wind — from the runic circle launched an exact replica of her own holding twin swords. Five threads of mana connected between her and the golden replica.

A light golem? Or was that light construct shaped in her replica?

The extent of some spells created by people in this world without any knowledge of runes or being able to see the true spell always managed to fill him with wonder. Damian copied the runic spell, scaled it to giant proportions with the well of mana that was floating around him, and kept it on hold.

The gigantic 700-meter-long dragon was almost upon them. Damian also kept a golden shield ready — just in case. The Emperor launched giant sword slashes one after another — the replica of the elf also moved forward and landed on the head of the chaos dragon that had its maw wide open — about to gobble them up. Both rulers stole a glance his way when he did not move at all.

Damian had his cue to activate the spell.

A ginormous four-hundred-meter-high replica of Damian himself formed between them and the smelly dragon — it even had the clothes he was wearing and the sword he had on him. Controlling it was just like the golem but with much less resistance. Damian ignored the look of absolute shock the Elf Queen was showing and used his massive fist to pummel the giant black dragon to the battlefield below. Good thing there were not many people under them.

He had accidentally squished even the replica of the Elf Queen — it wasn’t his fault though; he assumed she would move it before his fist landed. The Emperor beside them had been completely caught off guard with a giant golden fist landing. He was ahead of them a little.

Damian did not stop at all and continued pummeling the chaos dragon.

The King of Demons had jumped off in the middle of it somewhere.

“Go, get the Demon King,” Damian said to the two people doing nothing beside him.

They were clearly displeased about someone telling them to do something but it was the best way to do this. He clearly did not need any help. While continuously punching the intimidating chaos dragon right in front of the whole demon army, Damian weaved the spell he had copied on Edgeheaven — the ancient relic spell used to trap the Land-breaker himself.

Keeping the dragon’s mouth shut with one hand, Damian punched its back and head till the point it was getting deeper and deeper into the ground. The thing had completely been buried under land by now.

Forming the chain spell was easy but powering it took some seconds. All the while, the Demon King tried his best to move his pet somehow out of his grip but when Damian pulled out his sword and pinned the dragon to the ground from the middle, its fate was sealed.

The spell activated; this time the giant chains did not shrink down — using their full size to get wrapped all around the resurrected dragon.

It took a few seconds more for the chains to take effect and completely restrain the massive dragon. After another few seconds, the dragon completely lost its purple glow — the mana powering it was completely gone.

The Dragon Emperor and the Elf Queen had done their job, putting an end to the King of Demons.

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