SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

504 The Big Bang

Before Abellion could react, he felt his head helplessly plop to the ground.

Blood gushed out of his body, and he watched as the fountain blasted from his decapitated neck.

"U-uh?!"

Abellion was in more shock than pain. The hand gripping his blade loosened, and his body soon collapsed.

"I... how...?"

His eyes couldn't stop bulging as his head was drowning in his pool of blood.

"Looks like decapitating you doesn't do the trick. That's cool."

Abellion shivered the moment the voice rang in his ears.

It was a cool, calm tone, yet the Demon King could not stop shivering.

'M-monster!' His mind echoed.

There were many who would consider Abellion to be a monster—and a darn scary one at that. However, upon meeting Neron, he was certain.

'He's a true monster!'

Suddenly, the panicking Demon King felt a strong grip on his head, and he was slowly raised by the very monster he feared.

"If you're wondering why you're not regenerating, I'm placing that on hold. Hope you don't mind."

At this point, Abellion could only dumbfoundedly watch Neron. He no longer had it in him to argue or struggle.

"Of course, that means you won't be dying yet, but still..."

Neron's voice was drowned with the cheers ringing from everyone. He watched them clap and throw cheers.

The white-haired human returned to his usual state, and then raised the Demon King's head as some form of a trophy as he smiled.

"Here is the Demon King!"

Laughs and more cheers rang from the people as they watched Neron swing the head like a pendulum.

Abellion felt humiliation like never before, being mocked by the Race he looked down on—no, by literally everyone.

The Elves, Humans, Dwarves, Therianthropes, Fairies, and even Magic Beasts.

They were all mocking him.

Even death would have been preferable, but Neron had specifically mentioned how he couldn't regenerate or die.

He was currently stuck as a head—a disgraced one.

>BZZZZTTTTTZZZZZ<

Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound appeared in the sky, and then something like a large panel appeared for everyone on the battlefield to see.

There was static for a few seconds, but the image and sound stabilized, revealing the one responsible for the large panel laid out the sky.

~Hey, everyone. It's Jared. I certainly hope you had fun killing all those Demons. Oh, hey! Isn't that the Demon King? Why is he just a head? Hahahaha!~

As his voice echoed throughout the battlefield, everyone once again burst out laughing.

Abellion could only lower his eyes and squeeze his face in frustration.

"Just kill me..." He whispered, feeling shame like never before.

~Oh, this should be good. It's a shame we don't have many Demons who will serve as an audience for what I'm about to do. Well, this much should suffice. And we even have our decapitated Demon King to serve as a special guest for the shoe~

More shots of laughter erupted.

"I could resurrect them if you want an audience." Jane Ursula chimed in, smiling smugly at the screen.

Jared was utilizing the Special Magic he learned from the Fairy Sanctuary—their display technique.

"I could reverse their deaths as well," Neron added.

~There's no need for that. Haha! That would be overkill. Abellion alone would be enough.~

Both Neron and Jane appeared disappointed that Jared was refusing their assistance, but they decided to let it go.

Everyone was more curious about what the surprise was.

~Alright, everyone. I'd like you to look in the direction of the Demon Territory.~

Everyone followed the trail that the Demon Army left in their wake when they marched into the plains. It was easy to get their bearings right, so every single person was now looking in that direction.

~Get ready to see some fireworks. Ah, by the way, Abellion, your father sends his regards.~

The Demon King's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing the mention of his father.

However, before he could even give much thought to it, he witnessed the most peculiar sight.

Not only him—everyone standing on the plains—saw the bizarre occurrence that etched itself in the sky.

~It didn't have to come to this, Abellion. Witness the consequences of your choice.~

>BZZZTTTTZZZZZ<

The holographic panel vanished, leaving only despair etched on Abellion's face as his widened eyes watched the massive beam of light moving in a straight line above him.

The path of light, like a flood of pure energy, flowed from the southeast, swiftly moving to the North at inconceivable speed.

Before Abellion could object, the white beam passed overhead the battlefield and went straight for its destination.

Afterward, there was silence.

Stifling silence.

Everyone paused—as though in a trance, or they were stuck in time.

The white light was heading somewhere. Those who were sensible had a good idea where. They simply waited for its effects.

'You're finally going to do it, uh, Jared?' Neron smiled to himself.

'That energy... I've never felt anything like it.' Serah realized that even she could not compete with its power.

'Lewis...' Jane wondered if Jared could live with his decision—what he was about to do.

Everyone had their thoughts and expectations.

They simply waited for the results.

And then—

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!<

—The eruption lit up the sky.

Everyone was silent, and only the loud sound of an entire continent exploding—turning into cinders—could be heard.

Even though the Demon Realm was miles away from the battlefield—even though it was so far away—everyone felt the pressure and loud sound of its destruction.

The bright light emanating from the explosion brightened up the sky.

It wasn't pure white.

No.

Its amber essence dwarfed the sun, as it was even brighter than the ball of light that usually gave its free rays during the day.

It was so bright, so powerful, so destructive.

They all witnessed its Majesty, as it painted the skies in a distance.

Even though they could not witness the destruction itself, the scale of the blast could be deduced by everyone.

They all understood.

"The Demons... have been extinguished."

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[A/N]

Special Discount next month.