[Sharing: Summon Elemental Demon-Lords]

[Target: Level 607 Elemental Demon-Lords]

[Cost: Mana + Health per target]

The drain hit harder this time. The targets were more numerous, and the health cost scaled with it. Reidar felt his vision blur at the edges as the energy left his body.

[Health: 49,812 → 41,390]

[Mana: 175,940 → 164,220]

The level 607 demon lords received the skill and summoned their own.

—[Elemental Demon-Lord—Level 632]—

These new Demon Lords were now seventy-five levels above Reidar himself. They were stronger than anything he had ever summoned, stronger than all the creatures on this battlefield, and they were still not the final product.

Reidar shared the skill a third time.

[Health: 41,390 → 30,674]

[Mana: 164,220 → 148,880]

—[Elemental Demon-Lord—Level 657]—

A fourth time.

[Health: 30,674 → 18,901]

[Mana: 148,880 → 129,110]

—[Elemental Demon-Lord—Level 682]—

A fifth.

[Health: 18,901 → 8,540]

[Mana: 129,110 → 105,040]

—[Elemental Demon Lord—Level 707]—

A sixth.

[Health: 8,540 → 2,113]

[Mana: 105,040 → 82,600]

—[Elemental Demon Lord—Level 732]—

The seventh iteration was a risk. Reidar’s health was at 2,113 out of 54,230—less than four percent. A strong breeze might kill him. But he needed one more generation, one more step, because the Behemoth was level 763 and the creatures had to be able to hurt it.

He shared the skill one last time.

[Health: 2,113 → 340]

[Mana: 82,600 → 61,230]

—[Elemental Demon-Lord—Level 757]—

Reidar’s vision went white. Every nerve in his body screamed, and for a moment, he couldn’t feel the condor beneath him. His hands lost their grip, and he slipped sideways before catching himself on the bird’s feathers.

[Health: 340/54,230]

<One hit. One attack. One stray projectile. Anything, and I’m dead. >

But the sky to the east was no longer empty. Thousands of elemental demon lords floated in the air in a convoy that stretched across the horizon. Their levels ranged from 607 to 757, and the strongest among them radiated so much mana that it made the Progenitor look like a candle next to a furnace.

The level 757 demon lords were engulfed in elemental energy, which distorted the surrounding light. At this level, Inferno Tyrants were more than just fire controllers; their bodies were almost entirely made up of compressed flames hot enough to melt anything at a distance. In their wake, Frost-Blight Sovereigns left blizzards instead of fire, while Storm-Wraith Archons sparked with lightning that stretched to the ground in continuous discharges.

And they answered to Reidar.

<Now.>

Through the Overmind consciousness, the order went out.

<Kill everything.>

The Progenitor was mid-jump when the first wave hit it. Three hundred elemental demon lords at level 707 and above descended on the creature from every direction at once.

The attacks weren’t the kind of barrages that Reidar’s original demon lords had used. Those had been surface-level burns and superficial frost that the Progenitor’s regeneration handled without effort.

These attacks broke through.

An Inferno Tyrant at level 732 unleashed a concentrated beam of fire that hit the Progenitor’s chest, and the skin that had shrugged off every previous attack cracked under the heat.

The creature’s white skin blackened and split, and this time the wound didn’t close in a second. The regeneration tried, but the damage was faster.

A Frost-Blight Sovereign at level 740 hit the creature’s legs with a wave of cold so intense that the veins beneath the Progenitor’s skin froze solid, cutting off the blood flow that powered its legs, making the creature stumble.

Storm-Wraith Archons at level 750 called down lightning that didn’t just chain across the surface but cut deep into the creature’s body.

The Progenitor screamed.

It was the first real sound it had made since appearing on the battlefield, and it was one of pain.

The four burning eyes went wide as the creature tried to jump and escape the barrage that surrounded it, but the ice held its legs, and the lightning disrupted its muscles, causing it to fall back to the ground.

The second wave hit before the first had finished.

Level 757 demon lords entered the fight. These were the strongest summons Reidar had ever commanded.

Their attacks didn’t just damage the Progenitor. They tore it apart.

Fire melted the skin off the creature’s body. Ice froze the exposed flesh beneath. Lightning vaporized what was left.

The Progenitor’s regeneration, which had healed wounds faster than Reidar’s original army could inflict them, could not keep up with the damage at this scale.

The creature thrashed, trying to kill two demon lords who came too close; its arms were still swift enough to land a blow even while the rest of its body fell apart.

But even if it somehow managed to kill one, the replacements would already be there—fresh demon lords would move in to fill the gaps, and their attacks never stopped anyway.

The Progenitor’s four eyes dimmed. One by one, the lights went out. First, the two on the right; then, the upper left; and last, the final one, which flickered and went blank as the creature stopped moving.

What was left of the Progenitor collapsed to the ground in a heap of scorched bone and melted skin.

The mana that had pulsed beneath its skin until that moment went dark, and the energy bled into the atmosphere one last time.

Reidar felt nothing as he stared at the Progenitor’s corpse.

No triumph. No relief. Just a hollow sense of disconnect that made the entire moment feel unreal.

This was the man who had haunted his thoughts for a year. The leader of the church. The most dangerous individual on the planet. The final obstacle standing between Reidar and the end of this war.

And he had fallen in less than two minutes.

Reidar had expected more. He had expected a longer fight, a struggle where every second mattered, and the outcome hung in balance until the very end. He had expected to feel something when it was over. Satisfaction, at the very least; closure; maybe even joy.

Instead, it was a disappointing ending.

The Progenitor had been strong, yes. His speed was overwhelming, and his durability was beyond anything Reidar’s original forces could handle.

But the moment Reidar had scaled his demon lords high enough, the fight had become one-sided. The Progenitor hadn’t stood a chance against the level 757 elemental demon lords attacking. He had thrashed and screamed and died, and that was it.

It had been too easy. Too sudden.

Reidar had spent so long thinking about this moment, imagining what it would feel like to kill the man responsible for so much suffering, and now that it had happened, all he felt was empty.

[Mutated Human defeated.]

[You have gained 52,546,000.00 C.L.A.S.P. Points.]

[You have earned 31,002,140.00 Survival Points.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 554.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 555.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 556.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 557.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 558.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 559.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 560.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 561.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 562.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 563.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 564.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 565.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 566.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 567.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 568.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 569.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 570.]

[LEVEL UP! You have reached Level 571.]

The notifications cascaded through Reidar’s eyes, and with each level-up came a surge of mana and health regeneration that pulled him back from the edge. His health climbed from 340 to over 10,000 in seconds as the level-ups filled his reserves, and the blurred edges of his vision sharpened.

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