Orcelt's movements began to become more precise, his strength began to increase, as did his speed. Orcelt's sabers were covered by an aura... a demonic aura. Seeing the power that covered Orcelt's sabers, Dimas backed away.

Orcelt, who sensed Dimas' movements, gave him no room to think of a strategy. He attacked swiftly, not even making a sound as he jumped; it was a precise movement.

Dimas covered his crimson sword with his seventh-rank energy and used his power to block Orcelt's left saber while jumping to the left to avoid the right saber, which was imbued with a powerful demonic aura.

Contrary to what Dimas thought, Orcelt launched a "thrust" with his right saber. The demonic aura that emerged from the thrust was directed forward and consumed half of Orcelt's power.

Bang!

...

Senjar felt the tyrannical power of Alastor, who stood emitting a dark and visible demonic energy with every seemingly unsteady step he took.

"I'll have to burn my demonic core to dodge him, but if I do that, it would be best to deliver the final blow," Senjar thought as Alastor leaped toward him.

Senjar's last gem broke as he backed away, and he was about to burn his demonic core to use all his demonic power and life force the moment Alastor's right hand was about to reach him.

Bang!

A powerful thrust of demonic aura blew up Alastor's right forearm.

Senjar didn't even ask what had happened. As an experienced warrior, he understood. He gave up on the idea of burning his demon core and instead gathered his remaining demonic energy in his left fist. Using his "demon of strength" lineage, he struck with his left fist, which seemed to be wrapped in fiery energy.

Bang!

Senjar took advantage of the opening created by Orcelt and delivered a blow that sent the already stunned Alastor flying dozens of meters into the ground.

...

Dimas, who had witnessed the scene, was frustrated by his mistake and quickly attacked using his power and the power offered by the crimson sword. He made a downward cut aimed at Orcelt's right side.

Orcelt raised his right saber, which was now stripped of the demonic aura it had previously possessed, and attempted to block and deflect the crimson sword.

Cut!

Blood!

The barely deflected crimson sword cut Orcel's right shoulder and continued down in a diagonal, downward cut.

Orcelt knew that his death was near, so he did not hesitate to burn his demonic core and used all his strength to move his left arm quickly.

Too late, Dimas realized Orcelt's determination, because even though he wanted to back away, he understood that he no longer had time to do so, so he finished his attack by cutting Orcelt's body in two, after which his head, severed by Orcelt's saber, rolled across the ground.

Orcelt was dying, lying on the ground under a cloudy night sky. Senjar approached him and drank two level 7 demonic potions, which restored some of his depleted demonic energy and healed most of his wounds, although his right arm remained severed.

"Any last wishes?" Senjar asked respectfully.

"Protect Director Persec's granddaughter, and tell the director that I managed to get close to the summit of the swordsman I had longed for..."

At the moment of his death, Orcelt's face wore an expression of satisfaction and peace.

"You died a death worthy of a swordsman, Professor Orcelt Demid," Senjar said solemnly.

...

Senjar knew that Alastor was so stunned and wounded by the residual demonic energy that he would not be able to get up, but even so, Senjar preferred to leave him to his fate because he knew that even though Alastor was wounded, he still had great demonic power, which made him dangerous.

"With the last blow I dealt him, it will take him a considerable amount of time to recover, even if he receives help," concluded Senjar, who walked into Marrac Mountain while drinking another level 7 demonic potion.

••••

Spells flew back and forth in an area with uneven terrain and scattered trees. Professor Dervec and Professor Behet used demonic spells to launch spears of demonic energy to kill and contain the advance of the abominable beings.

The two professors had encountered the three students who had been saved by Isirid and Selef, along with a few other students, and were now undertaking the difficult task of protecting the students under their charge.

Professor Behet used his demonic wand to raise walls of earth and stone reinforced with demonic energy; Professor Dervec, on the other hand, was using a high-ranking demonic wand to cast offensive spells, and in the air were about eight fire specters that he had summoned.

The fire specters were somewhat translucent, orange or blue in color, with somewhat round bodies, bat wings, long tails with hanging stingers, mouths with rows of sharp teeth, and a single, sinister-looking eye.

The Igneous Specters shot fireballs from their jaws, incinerating all abominable beings in or below the fourth rank.

Although the fire specters were a great help, having summoned eight of them meant that the amount of demonic energy they consumed was greater, so in a long-term battle, Dervec would have to cancel one summon after another.

Even so, the situation seemed under control, but a demonic sorcerer who had been watching from a distance moved his hand in the direction of Dervec and his group, and three humanoid abominable beings ran in the indicated direction.

Professor Dervec quickly noticed the presence of the approaching humanoid abominable beings.

"Professor Behet. Protect the students!" ordered Dervec, who put away his demonic wand and took out a demonic dagger while instructing the fire specters to hold back the three approaching humanoid abominable beings.

...

On Marrac Mountain, in addition to the conspiring demons, demonic humans in the fourth and third ranks gathered to hunt down the students.

The demonic humans used their demonic weapons to easily defeat the weak demons. They were sent by Inquisiderian to gain experience.

A dark-skinned professor with dark blue horns on either side of his forehead and black eyes was kneeling with his hands on a demonic staff. He was a professor at the academy who instructed the students of Class B. At that moment, behind him were five students inside a demonic barrier, and one of the students had a serious injury.

The professor stood outside the barrier, protecting his body with demonic energy as he tried to resist the constant attacks of six demonic humans in gray robes who were mocking him.

"I'm tired of this. Let me deliver the final blow," said one of the demonic humans, raising a dark green battle axe that emitted a sinister reddish energy.

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