Extra's Guide to Surviving a Dark Fantasy World-Chapter 55: Letting Go-2

Seeing the demon standing in the distance, I saw flickers of fear and hesitation pass through his eyes.

Not that anyone could blame him, but seeing your minions rise from the dead and then turn against you was surely a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

The newly formed small army of Jakaras met with their live brethren. At the same time, I focused inwardly in my mind, pulling on our connection, expanding my senses as I began seeing the battlefield through tens of different viewpoints.

"Ha Ha."

An involuntary chuckle escaped my body as I partially took control of their body, subtly leading them into even more animalistic and vicious.

The group of undead Jakaras growled as their fangs sank inside their live counterparts. The Jakara pack counterattacked as well, biting and slashing at my soldiers. Each attack inflicting similar pain to my body.

Yet I didn’t move a muscle. The corpses on the battlefield was only increasing with each passing second, it didn’t matter much to me if the undead ones died. As for the sharp pangs of pain, for some reason it didn’t feel as excruciating as before.

The Demon growled and raised his hand, throwing one fire spell after another on my undead army from the distance, only it didn’t work. It was as if these masses didn’t even felt pain, cause every time he would unleash a spell they would rush straight through it, not caring about getting wounded.

He snarled and slashed his hand, throwing a wave of flames towards me, but I was faster now- my movements blurred as I used a form of my Salhira that I had never before. My sword blurred as it met the torrent of fire, effortlessly deflecting it to the side.

I smiled.

Tess had really done a number on that bastard. Just because he had defeated Tess didn’t mean he hadn’t been seriously injured. His physical condition itself looked terrible, with wounds covering a large part of his body, especially the chest, where one could still see a narrow arrow wound piercing out of his back.

Those injuries of his... they’d better make him easy enough for me to take down.

I took a deep breath and wielded my sword, getting into the basic attack stance, only this time my movements felt a lot more natural, as if I had done it a thousand times before.

Up ahead, the clash of two armies had become a little stale, with mine charging at the opponent with no regard for its safety and the other one eventually overwhelming it, either with sheer numbers or through the demon’s support. Something needed to change.

Taking a breath, I charged towards the center of the fray, reaching it in less than a second. Surrounded by dozens of enemy Jakaras, my body became cold as my sword fell, as natural as the flowing wind effortlessly cutting through the nearest Jakara’s throat before moving forward towards the next.

Yet that wasn’t all.

Before the first Jakara’s decapitated body could even hit the ground, something inside it surged as a cloud of black smoke began escaping out of its body. Eventually, an undead Jakara leaped out of its body.

But it wasn’t the only one. The strain on me suddenly increased as all the fresh corpses on the battlefield, made from the initial clash between my undead army and the living, began to stir up, eventually transforming into my own.

Looking at the new batch of soldiers charging forward toward the enemy with nothing but death in their minds, I smiled before my sword sliced once again, killing another Jakara in a single blow and adding its contribution to my undead army.

Another burst of flame reached us, and as I deflected it, I once again looked at the demon, standing behind his guards, looking at me with eyes full of hatred.

Ignoring his injuries, he charged forward, intending to finish the job himself. Yet the tides had already begun to turn. Before he could even take a single step out of his guard’s protection, he was immediately swarmed by droves of my undead, all intending to rip out a piece of his body without any regard for their lives.

The demon roared, unleashing another torrent of flame around his body, charring the nearby undead, only for them to be replaced by another batch and another.

This clearly wasn’t working for him, and the demon knew it as it unceremoniously decided to retreat back to his army.

He had realized it by now, the nature of this fight had changed the moment I had awakened the first Jakara. It was no longer him and his army vs three people, but instead him and his army vs me and my army.

And my army was growing with each passing second.

I rushed forward once again, slashing my sword and killing and reviving two other Jakaras, feeling the immediate strain on my mana core. Honestly, the only reason I was still standing was because of the Seraphic Spirit Constitution. Without it giving me the mana boost it had, I would have long collapsed by now.

Even so, my mana had begun to run a little low. The current battle might have been detrimental to the demon, but it was no more advantageous for me. If it came to a battle of attrition then I was the one who was going to fall first.

Making up my mind, I charged ahead towards the front where the demon was fighting, my army of undead parting to make way.

The demon was the one to lunge first, causing me to sidestep his attack as claws swiped in a blazing arc, and I immediately raised my sword to deflect the next strike.

Sparks exploded as the steel of my sword met flame, the impact vibrating up my arms.

Feeling the impact, I couldn’t help but be inwardly satisfied. The direct physical strength, even his movements. They had become much weaker than before.

Taking advantage of its brief hesitation, I darted forward, aiming for its exposed side.

My blade grazes its molten skin, leaving a glowing, shallow scar before the demon roared and , forcing me to take a couple steps back, before summoning a whirlwind of fire that engulfed his surroundings.

I tried to deflect the attack, but it was too close, forcing me to instead immediately shield my face, feeling the flames graze my arms, but I pressed forward.

My sword had already begun to glow red-hot from all the heat burning my hand, but once again, the pain wasn’t an issue. So I decided to use this to my advantage, slashing at the demon’s arm.

My strike landed true, severing a chunk of his flaming flesh and causing him to stumble back, hissing in pain.

This was it. Seizing the moment, I charged once again, immediately closing the gap and focusing on the bleeding part of its chest where it had been stabbed by Tess.

My sword pierced through the fire, and I felt a little resistance—a solid mass buried within the inferno.

The demon howled, its flames erupting in a desperate attempt to shake me off. Yet I didn’t let go, gritting my teeth; I instead twisted the blade, pushing it deeper and deeper as the heat further scorched my hands.

Until...

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Do you wish to turn the soul into a Revenant? 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Yes/No

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