The Misfit of Demon King Academy: Volume 10 Act 2 (Light Novel) (eBook)

Shu (Autor)

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2025
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-8770-6 (ISBN)

Infos

While Equis-the self-proclaimed 'will of the world'-tries to scorch the earth, Anos and his followers remain in the Firmament of the Gods. With Anos's mighty warriors from two thousand years ago having already sacrificed their lives to protect the capital, and Lay and Misa vanishing alongside them, the situation seems hopeless-until human, spirit, and draconid all come running to the rescue! Anos's former enemies band together to help Anos, buying him time as he faces the culprit behind the destruction of all past worlds. It's no holds barred as the Demon King takes on the clockwork absurdity that controls the world in the name of order! The Firmament of the Gods Arc ends here!

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§ 31. The Demon King, Alone in a Stolen World

Explosions and clashing swords rang out over and over again. As their frequency increased, so did their volume.

A battle was well underway between the Seven Demon Elders and the dead demon leaders, and overall between the Midhaze army and the demons from two thousand years ago. Swords and magic came from both sides. The Midhaze army had the advantage in numbers, with the Demon King Castles built with Iris giving them the additional advantage in terrain, increasing their abilities. Melheis had also activated Gyze, allowing him to split his magic among his soldiers and power everyone up.

On the other hand, Nigitt’s side was full of elite warriors. Each individual demon could hold their own against an entire army, and they used that strength to charge past the Midhaze army and attack the Demon King Castles.

“Riga—”

Particles of magic swirled in a fierce tornado, released from swords and staves at the same time.

“—Shreyd!”

Two gales blew, one from the left and the other from the right, colliding with each other and slashing apart the surrounding air. Their clash created a zone of raging winds that could shred the flesh of anyone who stepped within. They had been cast by Rouche, the demon hailed as the carrier of wind, and Melheis Boran, the strongest of the Seven Demon Elders.

“An impressive Riga Shreyd to cast with Gyze active. Fitting of a Demon Elder created by the Demon King,” Rouche said, pointing the tip of her sword at Melheis.

“Puppets of the dead, was it? An attempt to damage our morale by stealing the faces of our former comrades, no doubt,” Melheis said, holding up his scepter. “How unoriginal. Did you forget what happened when Avos Dilhevia tried to pull the same trick?”

Black lightning gathered at the tip of his scepter, crackling intensely before Melheis used Jirasd to unleash it.

“Sheria!”

A magic wall of wind appeared before Rouche, creating flowing air that diverted Melheis’s black lightning and forced it to miss its target. Rouche then ran, closing the distance to Melheis in a single leap before bringing her demon sword down. Melheis blocked the blow with his scepter.

“Big words for the one Avos Dilhevia controlled back then,” Rouche sneered.

“You still hold your memories. How pitiful.”

“Silence!”

Melheis was not only physically weaker than Rouche, but was additionally weakened by being the King class of Gyze. The disadvantage had forced him back, but he was able to regain his balance and remain standing.

“It was because I was once controlled that I can understand your position now. Turning your sword on your liege is an unbearable act, one that not even your life can serve as repentance for. Yet the Demon King is one who would laugh and forgive you without question—making it all the more difficult for you to forgive yourself,” Melheis said, staring into Rouche’s abyss sharply. “Deep down, all you wish is to perish, as soon as you possibly can.”

He drew a magic circle with his scepter and fired multiple Jio Graze at Rouche in succession.

Rouche either slashed them apart or evaded them as she closed the distance between them once more.

“Riga Shreyd.”

“Azesith.”

Rouche’s blade of wind was swallowed by Melheis’s dimensional prison.

“Allow me to return this to you,” Melheis said.

A magic gate opened and Rouche’s Riga Shreyd shot back out of it. Azesith continued to spread, as though to trap her. Normal space mixed with an alternate space—one that was constantly moving. Anything the alternate dimension passed through was swallowed, stored, and spewed up. Melheis’s magic control had grown far more precise since the Demon Sword Tournament.

“Tch!”

Rouche’s anti-magic was slashed apart, causing her to bleed from her whole body. But she charged forward without a care, leaping into the center of the swirling Riga Shreyd and running through it. Melheis pointed his scepter at the trapped demon.

“Jirasd,” he said.

Rouche stabbed her demon sword at the jet-black lightning Melheis released, using Sheria to fend off the spell. Jirasd was redirected to the swirling Riga Shreyd instead, causing the two spells to cancel each other out with a crackling roar.

“Huh?!”

The flash of lightning from the spells had caused Melheis to lose sight of Rouche for a brief moment. She had leaped through the air, faster than the wind—and stabbed her demon sword into his body.

“Gwuh...”

Blood oozed swiftly from the gouge made by her sword.

“It’s over,” Rouche said, pushing her sword deeper into Melheis.

His scepter fell to the ground as he coughed up more blood. “Yes, this is the end...”

A magic gate appeared behind Rouche. A black aurora emerged from it, wrapping around her.

“For you, Lady Rouche!” he yelled, gathering his strength to do so.

“You cannot seal me!”

Rouche thrust her sword at the jet-black aurora. But the moment it made contact, her magic-shrouded blade shattered into pieces.

“What?! This... Don’t tell me this is...” She stared into the abyss of the magic in shock.

“Yes. This is the Beno Ievun I stored from two thousand years ago, along with Lord Anos’s magic power that I was bestowed with during the Demon Sword Tournament.”

The black aurora shrank in on itself, crushing Rouche. Her anti-magic wards and barriers shattered just like her demon sword, her body, too, crumpling under the force of the aurora. The Beno Ievun—that could block even the order of the gods—began to neutralize the hold Anahem’s puppetry had over Rouche.

“Curse you! No... No, that’s not right...” she said in confusion. “Mel...heis?”

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

“Please... Destroy me... Protect this city...” she pleaded in a hoarse whisper.

Melheis nodded solemnly. “Understood. I will use our liege’s power to put you to your final sleep—”

Just as Melheis was about to deal the final blow, he fell to the ground, his source suddenly slashed apart. Behind him was the culprit.

“Nigitt...”

Nigitt stood, staring down at Melheis. In the distance, Gaios and Ydol were similarly on the ground with their sources slashed apart. Ivis was on his knees, cornered by Devidra.

A massive boom echoed through the air. One of the Demon King Castles created by the Midhaze army had fallen.

“Lord Elio has been wounded! Requesting assistance now!” a demon soldier cried out.

“It’s no good!” said another. “Healing magic has no effect! At this rate—!”

“Calm down! Faltering here is exactly what the enemy wants!”

Midhaze’s army had yet to lose their will to fight. But with Melheis, Gaios, Ydol, Ivis, and Demon Lord Elio wounded, their chain of command had collapsed. The enemy now had an overwhelming advantage. On top of the army of gods, Anahem was still at full strength. The other three of the Four Principles were also marching closer, so there were no other troops that could be redirected here.

Without Fless and Gatom, external reinforcements wouldn’t arrive anytime soon. Even if they hurried at full speed, they would still arrive far too late. Midhaze would be swallowed by the flames of war first. Which meant the highest priority was—

“Your conclusion is correct,” the god of cogs said.

The four cogs behind Equis turned, showing the situation across Midhaze. I watched the situation through my link with Eleonore and Ennessone while glaring at the cogs before me.

“The Round Garden of Principles has descended to earth through the four realm gates that surround Midhaze. Closing the gates would indeed save Dilhade from war.”

In the first place, the Four Principles couldn’t move from the Da Qu Kadarte. If the gates closed, they would be unable to remain on earth.

“And you, contaminant of the world, possess the means to close those gates from here,” Equis said as though they could see through my hand. “Right this moment you’re carving the spell formula that once split the world into four onto the earth.”

There was no point in being surprised. Any god would be able to detect that much, so there was no way an amalgamation of multiple gods would fail to notice. And the fact they noticed was most likely the whole reason why the gods were attacking Midhaze in the first place; they attacked the place where the magic circle to activate the spell was located. They attacked, in other words, to break the last bit of hope we had to stop them.

“Misha. Sasha,” I called through Leaks. Cogs turned with a creak.

Stop, don’t destroy any more than this...

Sasha’s despair resounded back.

I created this. This world destined for ruin. I...

Misha’s grief flowed through the link.

“Hmm. Still fighting, it seems.”

Creak, creak. Cogs turned with a dull sound as Equis’s static voice spoke.

“Placing your hope in them is futile. They cannot defy the will of the world....

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 12.11.2025
• Reihe/Serie: The Misfit of Demon King Academy
• Illustrationen: Shizumayoshinori
• Übersetzer: Mana Z.
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Demons • Heroes • Light Novel • Magic • OP protagonist • Reincarnation • school
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-8770-9 / 1718387709
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-8770-6 / 9781718387706