Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Since Reji pulled out the Holy Sword, Konstantin lost control over the barrier, including the manipulation rights. He was somewhat puzzled until Lordan emerged from the shadows, and then he understood the situation.

Konstantin's expression quickly transformed into one of intense hatred and fury.

Before, he might have been able to exchange a few words with the Wisdom Demon.

It was a form of respect between enemies, despite their opposition.

But for the Wicked Demon,

Konstantin's current hatred was no less than his hatred for that "traitors."

A thousand years ago, he served under General Anna.

After General Anna's defeat, she became Lordan's puppet.

The Wicked demon did not spare her body, refining it into a flesh puppet. The fake General Anna was then used to deceive other human armies, desecrating the body of Lady Anna.

Denying the deceased their peace and subjecting General Anna to such humiliation, countless human generals of that time wished nothing more than to flay and skin the Wicked Demon alive. But this apostle was the quickest to surrender back then, retracting his projection and leading the demon race to hide in the chaos rift.

Completely different from the Succubus Apostle who fought to the last of her kind.

So, while the human race also held hatred towards the Succubus clan, at least they mutually fought each other, allowing their hatred to be avenged. But towards the Wicked Demon, this hatred has persisted until now.

So now, with Lordan reappearing, the deep-seated blood feud from the past has made Konstantin's breath quicken and his eyes turn bloodshot. He clenched his fists tightly. If he hadn't already become a "ghost," losing his past strength, he would have been determined to use a transcendent spell to strike this Wicked Demon fiercely, even if it meant sacrificing his life.

It was precisely because of this.

Konstantin shifted his eager gaze to Reji, placing all his hopes, his past shame and hatred, on this "new" child of destiny.

...

Reji continued to gaze at Lordan with the same calmness.

Although the Wicked Demon felt somewhat awkward, Lordan did not think it was inappropriate.

'After all, the radiance of the Holy Sword was so evident, and it possessed the power of the Hero, the archenemy of our demon race from a thousand years ago. While I was not granted permission by the King to descend, given the urgent situation, my deep concern and worry for the King compelled him to come and provide support. That shouldn't be unreasonable, right?'

Lordan had long prepared a set of explanations for himself.

Although he found it strange, Lordan would definitely investigate immediately why Reji could wield the Holy Sword. Compared to the Wisdom Demon, Lordan was even more concerned about this, especially because it seemed to confirm a certain speculation in his mind.

But for now, Lordan knew he had to endure and keep his thoughts hidden.

I had to cooperate with the Demon King.

Just like the Wisdom Demon before.

Seeing Reji now, Lordan also gazed at the Holy Sword that was aimed at him, without much panic or fear. It was because he had the example of Leo before him.

The Wicked Demon quickly understood that Reji was acting with him, trying to gain the trust of that human from a thousand years ago, who held a secret.

No problem, I will make the show better with my action skills.

Lordan believed his perception was also strong.

Therefore, he discreetly cast a glance at Reji that said, Your Majesty, I understand.

Following Leo's example, the Wicked Demon summoned his apostle armor without changing anything, holding the demon skull as a weapon. On this skeletal head, an evil, pale green glow emanated.

Of course.

The Wicked Demon's current appearance, ready to strike, was all a facade. In fact, he hadn't used any of his true power. To please Reji and avoid the Demon King's suspicion, unlike Leo, he deliberately relaxed his defenses.

The purpose was to continue the act that would follow, to make himself appear even more severely defeated by Reji, highlighting the demon king's might and power.

Reji didn't expose the Wicked Demon.

There was no need to.

Lordan's appearance actually amused Reji a little.

Then he closed his eyes.

The accumulated sword momentum from his previous battles with Leo began to transform, to gather within Reji's body, undergoing a sharp change. It transformed into a true and substantial sword intent.

The next strike should be as silent as possible to prevent Lordan from discovering in advance that I wasn't acting but truly engaging.

However, Reji chose to create a commotion, and not only that, he wanted to make it as big as possible.

Because this strike was not only for himself, to eliminate the traitor in the demon race.

It was also for the human armies tortured and humiliated by the wicked demons a thousand years ago till now.

And even more so, for his female student who was still in the royal city, not having left but rather hiding in some corner, likely lost and in tears.

His foolish elf student.

When Reji opened his eyes again,

the immense sword intent accumulated behind him suddenly expanded. It grew from three meters to five meters, then to ten meters, until it finally transformed into a towering figure, hovering high above the top of the King's Tower. It was a radiant Sword Spirit, bathed in holy light and composed entirely of pure sword intent. It took on a solid and resplendent golden form.

In this scene, Lordan was a little dumbfounded.

This... This couldn't be right, could it?

The towering Sword Spirit behind Reji, nearly becoming the backdrop of the night sky, emitted such a powerful sword intent that Lordan felt a piercing pain throughout his body, as if being torn apart by countless swords.

If that kind of sword intent were to truly strike me...

I will... Die!

Lordan's instinct sent out a strong warning.

Wait, Wait! Wait! Wait!

Lordan only realized at this moment that something was amiss.

Could it be... that his majesty wasn't acting with him at all?

Was he serious?

Why is his majesty serious!???

By the time Lordan was overwhelmed with shock and wanted to shout at Reji, it was already too late.

Down below, Reji swung his sword toward Lordan's location.

And behind him, as the embodiment of his spiritual backer, the Sword Spirit of the holy sword, a colossal and awe-inspiring entity that filled the night sky, followed his movements. The massive Radiant Sword, like a divine punishment descended upon the wicked demon below, who appeared minuscule in comparison.

Slash!

Lordan didn't even have a chance to scream in agony.

His body was instantly obliterated within the ocean of holy light.

Every inch of his skin was severed and crushed by the sword's intent.

The radiant golden light of the holy sword consumed Lordan.

This scene was witnessed by the excited ghost, Konstantin.

The other apostles in the royal city also saw it.

Leo, on the distant outskirts of the forest, saw it as well.

And... Near the garbage heap in the alley, the elven princess, Vielsia, curled up with her hands on her knees, also saw it.

Her expression was blank.

Tears streaked her tear-stained face.

But now, Vielsia couldn't worry about all that anymore.

She stumbled to her feet from the ground.

She stared fixedly at the Sword Spirit in the sky, the towering spiritual presence behind Reji.

In Vielsia's mind, she subconsciously recalled her first encounter with her teacher Reji.

It was in the classroom.

The witty and humorous teacher had introduced them to powerful high-level spells. In class, Reji had specifically mentioned a spell that, through continuous accumulation, could ultimately summon a formidable spiritual presence to deliver a lethal blow to the enemy.

"Teacher..."

"It's teacher! There's no mistake. Teacher Renji! That's him!"

Vielsia could not only see the Sword Spirit but also sense the ripple of fall emitted by one of the apostles being crushed.

So he...raised the holy sword!?

He... Killed, killed a demon apostle?

Excitement overwhelmed Vielsia as if she had seen a glimmer of hope. But in the next moment, reason pulled her back, and the harsh reality doused her with a bucket of cold water.

No, no, no.

The true identity of teacher is...

It was clear that everything about him was a disguise, a deception, and mere manipulation of her.

But...

But what is the meaning of this?

Why?

Which side of teacher is the real Reji, the true one?

And I... What should I do?

Vielsia took off a necklace from her neck. It was a symbol of her status as an elven princess and also a relic left by her mother.

Clutching the necklace tightly, as if it was her sole anchor, Vielsia leaned against the wall, her body sliding down weakly. Her bewildered and painful sobs echoed in the alley.

"Mother, I... don't know, really don't know what to do."