SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar-Novel

480 Mass Genocide [Pt 1]

"Firstly, you lot are currently outmatched. Even with our current numbers, A war with you will end in our victory."

I ensured everything was within calculations, and while we would suffer the loss of some lives, they weren't beyond saving.

In essence, this situation was already checkmate.

However, it wasn't good enough.

"Secondly..." I especially smiled at Zenkiel, and then gave a condescending glare at all the Demons who were spread before my eyes.

"... This isn't simply a war."

A War occurs between two parties who battle as a result of conflicting goals.

This was different—which was why I didn't want to allow things to go the way they would supposedly have gone.

With a hard, cold stare at my enemies, I stiffened my heart and gave Gawain my signal.

"It's an extermination."

>VWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMM<

The loud hum was followed by sudden breaks in the space above everyone on my side.

Several massive portals appeared, and the swirling pool of warbling blue began to spit out various creatures.

From Dragons, to Griffins, to Pegasi—I also saw a couple of Gargoyles.

Several creatures of flight began emerging from the wormholes that suddenly appeared... in their multitude.

'Not yet... that's not all!'

Emerging from the ground were also creatures of various sizes and differing races. Manticores, Chimeras, Hydras, Kobolds, Orcs, and several other minority groups among the world's vast races started to appear.

Earth Dragons, among several other offshoot species of the mighty Dragon race, also emerged.

Also, the Giants didn't neglect to make their entrance as well.

The portals spat them out endlessly, and they kept appearing with their ferocious nature in tow.

These were what could be classified as Magic Beasts—a minority race in the world that didn't have a definite patch of land as their territory.

They were supposedly more powerful than most members of the majority, but their small number and lack of definite territory made it difficult for them to emerge as a superior group.

Ultimately, they were either uninterested in starting disputes or were too few to go against an entire nation.

However, with a joint front emerging from the spacial gates, the several groups were now an army of their own.

A total of one million in total.

"W-what is... this...??"

"I-impossible! I can't... I don't understand..."

"This is just..."

I heard voices of confusion and awe—even from my allies—as these beings finally stopped pouring out of the portals.

"J-Jared, what is this? What's going on here?" Serah shouted at the top of her lungs as she looked above to meet my gaze.

She, like everyone else, wanted to understand the situation.

My allies were overwhelmed by the sheer number of disastrous beings that could be considered immense threats—but so were my enemies.

"It's simple, Serah. This is the plan." I smiled confidently at everyone.

This was why we didn't need any tactical formation or a battle strategy.

It was because this fight wasn't meant to be a battle.

We didn't need to resort to complicated plans when it came down to concluding the task before us.

There was only one thing expected when it came to Mass Genocide, and that was a one-sided slaughter of the other party.

"We simply kill them all. That's all there is to it."

Our current numbers of four million would suffice for that—or would it?

'I would have used the Automatons and Golems I have in store, but I guess there's no need for that.'

There was such a thing as overkill, after all.

"Do you understand now, Abellion? Demons?" I returned my gaze to the flustered Demon Race.

No matter what they did at this point, it was pointless. They could only struggle for their dear lives.

"You're all going to die here, today. Consider this the penance for your sins."

The attack on Ainzlark Academy... the lives that were lost as a result... I hadn't forgotten.

I knew that these guys were simply pawns, but that didn't change the fact that they had to be done away with.

'To prevent any further tragedies in the future, I will have you all sacrifice your lives.'

"Now, then..." I smiled, looking around at the forces on my side.

At this point, Gawain and the Wisps were beside me—awaiting instruction.

The Magic Beasts who witnessed this instantly knew who was truly in charge, since they were used to the authority of my Automaton.

And so, with everyone behind me waiting for my instruction, I raised my hand and gave a devilish grin at the objects of elimination.

"... Let us begin!"

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Abellion could not describe it in words.

His body actually shuddered for a second when he saw the miraculous sight appearing before him.

He could feel emotions that reminded him of that time with Legris—in the pitch-black room.

But, there was no way he could back out now.

Death lingered in the air, and he knew his army was inferior to that of the enemies.

Abellion wasn't stupid.

From the corner of his eyes, he could spot his subordinate, Demon Lord Zenkiel.

The Demon King knew that the Commander-In-Chief also felt the same—that the situation was hopeless.

They had walked right into a trap.

Abellion had no idea where things went wrong, and he had no time to actually consider those thoughts.

The only thing facing him now was the battle ahead.

"Huu... I have never felt so humiliated in my whole life."

The scenario with Legris Damien was something he suffered alone. But now, his entire Race faced the immense force of their enemies.

"I was right, after all..."

The Humans were threats.

If only they had acted sooner, then things wouldn't have gotten to this point.

'Father, you didn't listen...' Abellion gritted his teeth and pulled himself together.

The annoyance he felt toward his father seemed to give him the strength to move forward.

"My King, we will follow your orders. No matter what!" Abellion heard voices resonate within him.

Those were the Demon Lords.

Despite the despairing situation, their positions hadn't changed.

Even the Demon troops still had their faith and utmost loyalty in their King.

None had lost any trust in their absolute ruler. How could he let them down at this point?

"Very well..." Abellion growled within.

Retreat wasn't an option anyway. If they were going to fight, it had to be for nothing less than victory.

"... LET'S GO!"