The Undying Magician - Book 3 - Chapter 19 - Battlefield Testing

                       Nathan
Year 2850 | Month 5 | Day 21

I stand on top of a cliff looking out over the large city below along with the entire army of enemy soldiers standing around it, and the magician standing atop the walls next to several other magicians. All of whom have tense looks on their faces that I can make out from here thanks to my enhanced senses.

The magician in charge of this city, a man who has been harassing the Undying Caverns’ supply lines for a while now, thinking they wouldn’t face any consequences. Meanwhile a lot of the soldiers down there have been recorded attacking the supply lines themselves.

So after being bothered by Claire and the others, I finally decided to leave my experiments to deal with this nuisance.

But it’s still a pain.

I sigh, lightly shaking my head with a mostly indifferent look on my face.

At the very least it should work as a test for my latest spell. One that was a massive pain to create.

Literally.

I let slip a small amount of my control over my bloodlust, making my eyes flare crimson and the black veins stretch across my face. Then I take a step forward, falling straight down the cliff to land on the ground with a small fire accelerator spell shooting out beneath my feet the moment before I land, lessening the force of the fall.

Silence fills the small stretch of trees I’m in as I walk, all the way till I leave the forest into the plains between me and the city whose walls surround it all the way around.

I exhale lightly at the sight of the army looking at me.

Almost all of them look terrified. Meanwhile the ones at the front of the army simply appear angry. Like they are itching to rip me apart.

If I had to guess, the ones who look terrified very clearly don’t want to be here. But the angry ones… they genuinely look like they want to kill me.

Not that they’d be able to do that.

I pat the pommel of my sword as I walk towards the army, briefly closing my eyes as I do so. Then I create several dozen large spell circles around my body to begin performing the first multispell I’ve made. A single spell that is spread across multiple spell circles.

Soon enough a thin layer of self-replicating death mana begins to layer itself across my entire body.

I take in a deep breath, then I let it out. Then I take in another breath and let it out again.

Finally, I open my eyes and begin moving faster towards the army with the death spell activated.

The magicians on the wall raise their weapons with the center one – the asshole I came here to deal with – raising his voice, “March on! Capture that magician!”

I look up at him with a raised brow before sighing and shaking my head, too annoyed at this point to even care about him beyond dealing with the problem and going back to my experiments.

So I continue walking as the army marches straight at me, with many of the soldiers firing at me and others raising swords to attack. But I just ignore the bullets currently peppering me as I walk.

Once the army gets close enough they stop shooting at me, likely to not have any friendly fire. Then they all bring out their blades, many of whom are using bayonets and others just simple swords or knives. But I ignore those weapons as well, instead focusing briefly on the angry people who are wielding them.

I simply cross my arms and scratch my chin slightly as the death mana coating my body travels along their weapons and immediately begins to eat away and cause necrosis over the attackers’ bodies. A process that doesn’t exactly look very pretty, but is a process I’m used to by now just from seeing myself getting injured from my experiments. Especially the experiments with my death mana.

They all scream in pain while backing away, spreading some of the death mana to the people they back into in the process. Then the process repeats again as they fall down until the death mana that had traveled to them runs out. Meanwhile the death mana coating my body replenishes as normal and I simply continue walking without even a break in my pace.

Most of the soldiers back away after seeing the necrosis attacking the soldiers directly near me along with all of the cuts they did across my body simply regenerating without leaving any damage. Other than the damage to my armor, that is. But by now I’m used to not having any permanent armor.

Just means I’m going to be replacing this armor.

Might just take some armor from this base after I deal with the magician.

Anyways, I don’t even bother unsheathing my sword as I walk past the soldiers, leaving them be since they’re just following orders. Except the people at the front who were affected by my spell.

Which worked well as test subjects.

I glance down at the spell before frowning when I find a couple areas of the spell having less mana in them than others.

Guess a live battle test was worth it after all. Looks like I’m going to have to fix that.

I frown as I walk, once again ignoring a couple idiots who don’t seem to get the picture that attacking me is not the smartest thing to do, following which they start screaming too from the necrosis.

What could be causing the imbalance… maybe an inaccuracy in the math to calculate the spread of the mana? But it could also be a misuse of the variable holding it…

I continue walking through the army, none of the enemies attacking me anymore, all the way till I reach the wall and have to look up from my pondering when several spells begin raining down on me.

Oh, right. Almost forgot I was on a battlefield.

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