Damn Reincarnation

lmost absent from any weaknesses, exuding the arrogance of the Archwizard who had created this magic.

There were black lines all around Edmund, connecting to form the shape of a cube.
What Edmund’s Signature pursued was simple — absolute defense and immortality.

It was nigh impossible to magically pierce through the cube once activated.
It would be impossible for anyone to leave even a scratch on the cube without far exceeding Edmund’s reservoir of power, which included his use of Vladmir and the Demon King’s Dark Power.
In addition, Edmund possessed immortality far exceeding that of high-ranking demons while he was inside the cube.
Even if an attack penetrated the cube and damaged Edmund’s body, the Dark Power filling the cube would instantly heal his wounds.

Edmund’s Signature was arrogant.
It was near perfect, offering him an invincible shield against any and all attacks.
But while it provided him with immortality, it offered him nothing in terms of offense.
This was by design, for Edmund considered himself the embodiment of the ultimate attack.

But even though he was arrogant in his creation, he wasn’t mistaken.
Edmund did, in fact, possess an absolute level of attack.

Vladmir was brimming with Dark Power, and the sorcerers of the Kochilla Tribe chanted and synchronized with the Dark Power in a formation around Edmund.

“I ’d be happy to just sit around like this,” Edmond commented.

No one could break through Cube anyway.
Edmund could simply rest and watch everything unfold from inside the cube until enough offerings were gathered.
But why would he? He already possessed an overwhelming advantage, so why would he remain inactive and watch?

A fierce smile appeared on his lips.
A large gathering of Dark Power stretched long and sharp in the sky, transforming into spears of death that would extinguish everything in their paths.

Kristina Rogeris was capable of engaging in direct battle.
She was a competent wielder of the flail reworked from Anise’s mace, and even if she wasn’t against demonic creatures, she could intercept them with divine magic.

However, Kristina remained behind on the cliff instead of heading down into the Footprint of the God of the Land.
She was the sole priest on the battlefield, and she needed to be more rational and objective than anyone else on the chaotic battlefield before she intervened.

The battle was already underway, with the two opposing sides locked in a fierce struggle.
Ivatar was a fearsome sight to behold, wielding two massive axes with incredible strength and precision.
He charged into the fray without hesitation, tearing through the Kochilla Tribe’s front lines with ease.

The warriors and the demonic beasts became entangled, and the Kochilla Tribe’s warriors followed behind the demonic beasts.
Far up in the sky, spears of death took form.

The death spears aimed for the rear of the allied army, attempting to destroy them with a single blow.

[Kristina.]

‘Yes, Sister.’

Kristina took a breath, then grabbed the rosary hanging around her neck.
She started to shine brilliantly with divine power, and Anise further fueled the fire, providing Kristina with her own divine power unsparingly.

Even though three hundred years had passed, the word Saint still reminded everyone of Anise the Faithful.
However, once this little war in the forest came to an end, the natives of the forest, the surviving warriors, would think of someone else when they heard the word, Saint.
Anise herself was determined to make it so.

Fwoosh!

Eight wings unfolded behind Kristina.
Anise’s consciousness merged with Kristina ’s.
When Kristina raised her hand, the light swirling around her concentrated on her fingertips.
A brilliant cross appeared in the sky, acting as a huge shield that blocked the rushing spear of death.

Boooom!

Light and darkness became entangled before dispersing into nothingness.
There were no other priests to assist Kristina in this place, but Anise the Faithful was providing her with power.
Edmund’s spear of death was purified without penetrating the Cross of Light.

‘The Saint.’

Kristina wasn’t the only one who remained behind on the cliff.
Lovellian stood not far from her, and he could not help but show awe for Kristina’s brilliant miracle.
He had heard in advance regarding the Signature of the Staff of Incarceration, Edmund Cordeth.
Absolute defense and immortality were powers that any wizard vulnerable to close combat would die for.

‘The Green Tower Master’s Signature, Yggdrasil, pursues the same goals, but… their completeness is incomparable.’

Although Yggdrasil was an ability that focused on defense and immortality, it was somewhat ambiguous in nature.
The user had the power to transform their body into a massive tree, providing protection from harm.
However, the ability set too many goals beyond the user ’s capacity, and the tree itself was too massive.
Its defenses were easily penetrable, and although the tree could regenerate, it did not grant the wizard immortality.

But what about the Cube? It formed the perfect size cube around Edmund, just large enough to encompass Edmund.
It was simple and neat, pursuing only absolute defense and immortality with its small size.
It did well to demonstrate Edmund’s abilities as a great wizard.

Well, Lovellian couldn ’t help but express his amazement as a wizard, impressed by Edmund’s remarkable ability.
As an Archwizard himself, he knew that creating a Signature of that level was beyond his capabilities.
Yet, he didn ’t feel any hint of jealousy towards him.
Magic was an endless study, something that couldn ’t be confined to any specific framework.
The Cube, while impressive, wasn ’t the kind of magic that he personally pursued.

Without saying a word, Lovellian joined his hands together.

‘If all he needed were sacrifices, he would not have had to cause such a big war.
He could have simply slaughtered the Kochilla Tribe’s warriors or ordered them to kill themselves.
He came to war because… he doesn’t need only blood and souls.
Right, he’s in need of Ecstasy.’

Archwizards would only experience it a few times in their lives, usually when they made a breakthrough from the seventh to the eighth circle.
When they managed to overcome an apparently impenetrable wall and ascend to the next level, their consciousness would be lost in the union of mana, Circles, and magic.

This wasn’t a phenomenon that affected only wizards, either.
Knights and warriors would also experience Ecstasy when they gained profound enlightenment that allowed them to reach the next level.

The same was likely true of this war.
The state that Edmund would reach in a bloody war, granted to him by the excitement and madness born at the moment when life, blood, and soul became insignificant, was what he pursued.
Only in that moment would the souls gain their superior value as sacrifices.

Once such saturated souls died on the battlefield, Edmund would assert his dominance over blood and soul.
That was the law Edmund imposed on the ritual, and it was impossible for nearly anyone to interfere with a ritual of such scale and completeness.

But if that were the case, you simply needed to bring another law into coexistence.
If death was a preemptive condition to be met, then one simply needed to take befitting countermeasures.

“Pantheon.” Lovellian’s Signature did not require any complicated techniques or chanting.
It simply allowed him to call his summons created beforehand.

Boom!

A huge door was summoned from a different dimension and stood tall on the ground.
The red door, which was etched with complex patterns, began to vibrate.
Lovellian disentangled his hands and grabbed his staff.

Pantheon’s doors opened.
Lovellian’s consciousness was already synchronized with Pantheon, and countless summons subdued or created by Lovellian cried from inside the door.
The creatures mixed and synthesized at a command from Lovellian.

He did not bother combining all the creatures into one but instead formed them into the best combinations for this particular battlefield.

He focused on predation.

He did not plan on allowing any corpse to touch the ground or their blood to soak into the soil.
He would not allow their souls to spill.

The combination of his creatures would devour corpses and trap souls in their stomachs.
It would be impossible to completely prevent Edmund’s ritual from progressing, but he could still delay it by slowing the collection of offerings.

The “cleaners” poured out of Pantheon.

“Yaaaaaaaahh!” Melkith uttered a near-screaming cry.
She was already elated as if she were in a state of Ecstasy.

It was only natural.
She was more absorbed in her greatness than she cared about the war, the corpses, and the sacrifices.
In truth, she had been lucky.
She had tried all sorts of things with the Fire Spirit Stone to no avail, ultimately failing to sign a contract with Ifrit at first.

The Samar Forest was renowned as the paradise of spirits, a place teeming with mana and spirits.
But now, darkness had descended upon the forest as black magic seeped into its core, twisting the Earth Veins and polluting the natural balance.
A dark ritual was underway, one that sought to create a Demon King and unleash untold horrors upon the world.

Levin, the Spirit King of Lightning, and Yhanos, the Spirit King of Earth, were infuriated with the situation.
The same was true for Ifrit, the Spirit King of Fire.
As a result, Melkith succeeded in contracting with Ifrit on the condition of saving the forest and stopping Edmund’s atrocities.

“Spirit Combination! Infinity Force!” shouted Melkith.
Her Signature had been called Trinity Force when she merged with two Spirit Kings.
But now that she had three of them, she could no longer use the same name.

That’s why she had changed the name to infinity, a representation of her endless potential!

Melkith’s eyes glimmered, and the soaring earth engulfed her.
A bolt of lightning descended and struck the giant body of soil, then Ifrit’s fires covered the entire body of the giant.

“This is perfect!” Melkith shivered with ecstasy.
The Earth Spirit King had imbued the form with a striking likeness of Melkith ’s alluring body and beautiful face.
But that was just the beginning — lightning crackled and surged through the giant ’s body while flames danced and roared with enthusiastic fervor.
The intense heat of the flames transformed into a garment that draped the giant ’s immense frame, while lightning gathered in the giant ’s left hand and flames blazed in its right.

“Kyaaah!” Melkith advanced while screaming with joy, trampling on the army of demonic beasts.

Balzac stood behind Melkith’s tumultuous advance, his palms resting against the ground.
His Signature had many shortcomings.
It took a long time to prepare, and the activation was slow.
It was usually difficult for him to grasp any advantages in a battle between Signatures, but his Signature was a reflection of his character as a wizard.

Balzac did not prefer to fight on the front lines.
He enjoyed creating and observing situations rather than fighting directly.
In that respect, his Signature truly reflected his personality.

“Blind.”

A curtain of darkness descended from high in the sky.