I Become Master of Danger Zones as Incubus With Mastery In Genetic-Chapter 786 - 206

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When the Witches glowed, Duke Phorus fight thought they will try to do a suicidal charge, to kill his elites and himself.

"St-" before he could even yell a single word, the glow stop, but the man find himself shocked.

For every single Witch in the cavern now having A-rank strength.

"Why, not expecting this?" the blonde Witch said with a sultry contempt. The Duke soon realize why the woman gave him such look.

"You let yourself being pushed around when you can kill us easily!?" he asked, disbelief etched on his face.

"Why yes." The Witch answered him, "We want you to believe you stood a chance, before showing our strength, to look at your despair-filled face. Oh, how great it will be to see such face on all of you."

The star-shaped pupil stared intently, like it was trying to paint the face he was making now on the woman's brain.

Realizing they had been played and trapped, the general did not waste any time and roared, "Retreat!" quickly, his subordinates walk as fast as they could without breaking formation, not wanting to give the Witch any opportunity to hit them on the back.

Seeing the soldiers trying to run away, the Witch laughed as more Witches emerged from the walls.

'Illusion!?' the Duke and General thought at the same time. And to make things worse, the Witches that had emerged a second ago are all A-rankers as well.

Seeing the strength of the Witches, Duke Phorus realized how screwed he was.

"W-wait! Let's ta-" the Witch jumped at him, swinging her staff with greater vigor. At the same time, other Witches unleash their Spells, using empowered weak Spells at first to weaken the elites.

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Hildegard could sense the power of the Spells used by the other Witches. The used simple Spells like Mana Bolt, Firebolt, Water Orb, and so on, but each Spells were charged with a large amount of Mana, turning simple Spells into a stronger one, enough to even harm an A-ranker.

The blonde Witch would prefer to do the same. Unfortunately, her opponent possess a weapon that could easily block any Spells, with the exception of stronger one.

Except, stronger Spells require time and concentration to use, so it would be hard for her to use them, plus, there are chances that it will not work against the sword.

So, Hildegard were forced to get close and personal to fight the Duke. Fortunately, some of the Witches had joined her to ganged up on the would-be-dead Duke.

"Aaahh!" the man yelled, as he could not stop a Mana Bolt from hitting his shoulder. His armor had been enchanted to make any Spells weaker when it come to contact with the armor, but being pushed by surprise would make any scream.

Realizing others are joining with the Witch, the blonde man taunted her,

"Hey! Are you that much of a coward to use number against me?"

Hildegard sneered.

"Say the one calling for help when he cannot even do anything by himself." The blonde woman viciously returned.

She could see steam coming out of the Duke's ears. Hildegard hoped the man would abandon caution and attacked more recklessly.

Unfortunately, the blonde man took a deep breath, calming himself before glaring at her. Hildegard prepared for another leap and powerful strike, except, she was not the target this time.

The Duke quickly turned away, leaping at the Witch behind him. The distance of 50 meters were easily crossed in seconds, prompting the Witch to screech and ran away.

However, showing ones back to an enemy is one of the stupidest things a person could do in a battlefield.

The Duke slashed at the Witch, before it dissipate into nothingness. The triumphant look on the man's face similarly dissipate, before Hildegard cast a powerful Spell with the time given by the illusion.

'Mana Burst!'

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Duke Phorus only have seconds to have a dumbfounded look on his face before it transformed into one of agony.

A powerful burst of Mana hit his back, breaking his armor before sending him flying to the wall. He hit the wall, hard, before impacting the floor. Less painful than contact with the wall, but still hurts.

As the man groaned in pain, the Witch get closer to him, as the staff pressed against his throat. Other Witches surround him as well, their hands glowing with Mana.

With him being defeated, the Witches quickly took of his armor and robes, leaving him with nothing on but underwear.

'Defeating me is not enough? Now you want to crush my dignity?'

As it turns out, crushing his dignity was still not enough as the Witches decided to make him watch as his hope being crushed in front of him.

They forced him to get on his knees, forcing him to open his eyes and watched as his elites, Guardian of Hex, and General Lazil and his subordinates slowly being grinned by sheer number of Spells thrown at them.

As the Witches switched often, letting them recover before using a stronger Spell on the group, they slowly grinded the elites.

One by one, soldiers fell to powerful Spells. Their enchanted armor could barely block the attack, as it broke from overwhelming magical power.

Screams of anguish as the soldiers burned from fire or have frostbite, before it died down as the Witches ended their life.

The last one to stand was General Lazil, who managed to survive thanks to his strength, yet, he was slowly worn down as the Witches intent on using their number advantage to the max.

"The Kingdom will return with greater force-" a dagger slit his throat, turning a threat into pained gurgle, the man slowly dying from blood lost.

Seeing the one equal to him dying, the Duke looked fearful as he realized his turn would be next.

"Wa-wait-" he crawled backward. Even though the Duke thought he was ready to die for his family, at the very least, he wanted to see them, not dying from being overwhelmed.

Seeing the man who torment her for decades crawling away like a coward, Hildegard scoffed.

"Don't let him escape." She ordered. Plants grew around the man as she said it, wrapping around the man's limb. Earth soon followed as it engulfed the Duke, crushing him under the weight of boulders.