SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

[The Northern Continent]

"ROAAAAARRRRR!!!" A deafening roar emerged from the head of the United Beast Council.

The Mighty Dragon King, Z'ark let out a powerful sound, causing all of his followers to follow his charge into battle.

Dragons, Griffins, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Manticores—and many more magic Beasts—trailed behind him, all letting out various battle cries. Their powerful roars and screeches echoed across the battlefield.

With the elderly, pregnant, and young ones safe in the shelter, the able-bodied adults—both male and female—did not hesitate to move towards the enemy.

They understood only one tactic in battle—fighting until the bitter end. And as such, showing neither fear nor hesitation, the mighty Magic Beasts began their clash with the Nether Beasts and the Corrupteds.

Their immense numbers, alongside their savage strikes, easily won them momentary victory.

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!<

The Corrupteds were easily the first to die. They could not match the savage brutality of the Magic Beasts, thus leading to their immediate eradication.

"UARRGHHHHH!!!!"

They all suffered under the breath of the mighty dragons.

"GAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Spikes and arrows appeared from more Magic Beasts. The variety of attacks they possessed made them too much for the Corrupteds to handle. In no time at all, thanks to their all-out attack, the Corrupteds were exterminated.

The only ones left were the Nether Beasts.

"Damnit!" Z'ark growled as he floated in the air.

He was running low on the Aether he had lent from the Aether Generator, so he had every right to worry—especially now that the Nether Beasts were merging to form massive creatures.

'They're too much!' The Dragon King thought, his eyes narrowing on the five giant Nether Beasts.

Their size towered the clouds, and the amount of Nether they had was nearly enough to overwhelm him. However…

'My people are counting on me. This land… I will not let our race down!'

With an intense glow evident in his eyes, Z'ark decided to exert every ounce of his strength. He had to fight the Nether Beasts in place of his already weary soldiers.

He could tell from their expressions and body movements that they too were running out of strength.

'It's now or never!' No delay was allowed.

"Original Magic: Breath of Creation!"

Pouring every drop of his Mana in combination with the Aether permeating through him, Z'ark generated a massive surge of power from his mouth. The mix of energy swelled, condensed, and then swelled once more.

>WHOOOOOOSSSSHHHHH<

Z'ark ascended to the sky—flying far beyond the clouds so he could reach a level above his enemies. Once this estate was reached, the energy bomb in front of his open mouth was ready to be launched.

'One shot… I have one shot!'

He pointed the Breath of Creation in his target's direction, squinting his eyes to confirm his target for the last time.

'NOW!' Widening his eyes, he launched the huge bomb at the very center of the five Magic Beasts.

The closer the orb got to its destination, the faster it became… and the larger it got. In a flash—faster than light—the blast became much larger than the Nether Beasts. Then—

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!<

—It encompassed the entire location.

Fortunately, Z'ark had telepathically informed his subordinates and allies to leave the area. As a result, the bomb was able to completely envelop the Nether Beasts.

"Haa… haa…" At this point, he was certain.

The mighty Dragon King had exhausted all his power.

'Damnit, should I have asked for backup from Jared?' He huffed even more.

Jared Leonard had informed them of the brewing crisis, but the number of allies and support were limited. As such, the priority of support was going to be determined accordingly.

The Magic Beast Council was currently the most populated Nation. Plus, they were the strongest in terms of manpower. As such, it was expected that they would get minimal support.

However, thanks to Z'ark's compassion for the defence of the other nations, as well as the pride of the Magic Beasts, he insisted they could handle the threats.

'Did they send more Nether Beasts here, accounting for our strength?' He strained his breath.

Fortunately, he had managed to execute his Magic.

'It's not over, though…' Z'ark's eyes narrowed on a particular location.

His Original Magic was not really based on destruction. As an expert on Matter Manipulation, he could assemble and disassemble them at will—with enough Mana, of course.

However, his current stock was not enough to achieve that feat on such a large scale. As such, he had to compensate.

The five massive Nether Beasts were not yet dead. They hadn't been atomized—not even close.

"RARRRRHHHHHH!!!" They screeched.

However, unlike their massive and intimidating forms, the five Nether Beasts were now the size of an average Dragon—not too small, but not too large.

Z'ark had managed to cut down their mass, but he couldn't kill them completely. And now, he was out of energy.

'The people are exhausted too…'

Even though only five Nether Beasts remained, it seemed the Magic Beasts were at their wits' end. Without Aether, they couldn't damage the Nether Beasts.

'This means trouble!'

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[The Western Continent]

"Hold them down!" Beruel yelled.

He knew he didn't need to shout commands at his legion of soldiers, but he did so anyway.

His clones were decimating the Nether Beasts, and they were pretty much done eliminating the Corrupteds. On normal terms, they would have won a long time ago.

Even though all the Nether Beasts invading them were massive, Beruel thought he would be able to handle them with his clones, the Fairies' defences, and the soldiers who were fighting alongside him.

However… there was a big problem.

'They just keep coming!'

The Nether Beasts invading the Fairies were far more formidable than the ones attacking the other nations. Not only were all of them massive, but they were too many.

More and more kept appearing despite Beruel's best attempts to contain them. The worst part was that the Nether Beasts were learning from each assault, thus becoming even more powerful.

His clones, who had the upper hand initially, were now being pushed back.

Things weren't looking too good.

The Fairy Forest Defenses had already been rendered obsolete. The only thing they had going for them were the many machines that Beruel built, as well as the few Fairies who could actually fight.

With their Aether running low, though, they soon became liabilities—up to the point whereby only Beruel and his clones remained.

Only he was hanging on.

'C'mon, you two. Ana… Jane… hurry up!'

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