Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy
chapter-734

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several corpses of demons exploded almost at the same time, and they were scattered!

"Necromancer's Corpse Explosion?!" The Demon General recognized the Spell, but there was nothing he could do.

They had hoped to enter the Rift and spread terror, but now they fought for their very survival against the Shadow Immortal's wrath.

Thud!

Vale, the Shadow Immortal, stood surrounded by the remnants of demonic creatures he had decimated with his black runic sword.

The air was filled with the scent of brimstone and the growl of the remaining Demons waiting for an opportunity to strike.

From the ranks of the demonic army, two imposing figures emerged, their presence commanding even amidst the chaos.

"We'll take care of that Immortal… Sending more of our underlings will just be a waste." They were the Demon Generals—Gorath, the Iron Reaver, and Zarvok, the Soulflayer.

They weren't as strong as the Demon Saints, but if they worked together, they believed that they would be harder to kill than those Demon Saints in the fiftieth rank. As a matter of fact, the names they have were given to them by the Demon Lord himself!

Gorath was a towering behemoth, his skin seemed to be forged from the darkest steel. His eyes burned like molten lava, and his massive frame was clad in armor that had seen countless battles.

In his hands, he wielded the Hellforged Axe, a weapon that could cleave mountains and was said to thirst for the blood of the righteous. His single red horn was also something that could be easily remembered from his appearance.

Zarvok was his opposite—a tiny figure shrouded in huge bat wings like cloak of shadows.

His eyes were dark, and his fingers ended in talons sharp as obsidian.

He bore no weapon, for his mastery of the Demonic Arts made him a weapon unto himself. His very essence was a vessel for the souls he had reaped!

The battlefield fell silent as the two Generals approached Vale.

The Demonic Creatures knew the two Generals well, and they didn't want to overstep their bounds once they claimed their targets. They knew that they had to retreat and give space to their generals.

Whoosh~

The explosions of the Corpse Explosion spell had already stopped, and Vale was also assessing the two Demon Generals while also noting the actions of the injured Demon Saint that was being healed at the back.

Aaarrghh!

Gorath roared, a sound that shook the ground, and charged with his axe raised high.

Zarvok then moved like a wraith, his form blurring as he prepared to unleash his ghostly powers.

Vale stood ready, his Black Runic Sword pulsing with Shadow Divinity.

As Gorath swung his axe, Vale parried with a terrifying burst of Dark Energy behind his blade.

Boom!

Sparks flew, and a shockwave emanated from the point of impact, sending lesser demons scurrying.

Zarvok's spells weaved a miasma of death around Vale, but the Shadow Immortal danced through these curses and corruption as his sword clashed with the Spells!

It was a Spell Dispersion, but just with the might of his Divinity!

With each swing, he cut through the spells, his blade seemed to be absorbing their dark energy and growing ever more potent.

"Mhmm?" Zarvok was confused as he realized that his deadly spells were ineffective against Vale.

Nonetheless, he believed that there was a limit to how much he could do this.

The clash between the two forces continued…

Gorath's brute strength met Vale's solid defense, while Zarvok's Demonic Arts tested the limits of Vale's agility.

"He's still being suppressed at this point… Just how strong is this Immortal?!"

"How can he possess so much Divinity even after entering this realm?!"

The Demon Generals, once confident in their dominion, now faced an adversary whose power rivaled their own. They also had the chance to fight against Celestials before.

However, all of them would become their food once they entered the Abyss Realm!

"Hmph! I know you can't last long, Immortal. You're not even using your Immortal Spells! Haha! You must be saving your energy!" Zarvok said.

"Haha! You're right, Zarvok… This Immortal will soon die in our hands." Gorath added.

The Demonic Generals realized they just had to continue pushing the Immortal to its limit and he would surely die on his own.

They just have to attack and make him slowly consume his Divinity!

'Right… You're just a mere distraction. You're not even our main target!' Zarvok reminded himself.

They had hoped to enter the Rift and bring chaos to the Human Realm. The Immortal in front of them was simply an obstacle they had to conquer.

However, the reality was different.

Vale, the Shadow Immortal, faced the two Demon Generals with a calm demeanor… He didn't show any signs of panic as he faced the two with measured steps.

His sword remained wrapped with his Shadow Divinity just enough to destroy the spells and parry the Gorath's Axe.

The Demon Generals had never before encountered a swordsman who could slice through their spells as if they were mere wisps of smoke.

Gorath's Hellforged Axe, imbued with the fury of the Abyssal Fire, met Vale's blade in a shower of sparks; each strike could shake a mountain, but Vale's sword would only vibrate a little!

Zarvok's demonic arts, were like tendrils of darkness meant to bind and suffocate, were severed with swift, clean cuts, dissipating into the void before they could ensnare their target.

Vale's strategy was clear: he wielded his Divinity sparingly, conserving his energy, letting his swordsmanship take center stage with a bit of Arcane Spells when required.

The Demon Generals, powerful as they were, found themselves outmatched, their usual dominance over lesser foes rendered useless against Vale's skill.

"This is impossible…" Gorath muttered after the battle took several more minutes.

"Don't falter… This Immortal can't kill us if we're working together. It's just a matter of stamina… If we lose ours, we can simply order the remaining soldiers to fight for us." Zarvok suggested.

As the battle wore on, the Demon Generals' strength waned under the relentless assault. Gorath's swings grew slower, his once-impenetrable defense now faltering.

Zarvok's incantations became erratic, his focus shattered by the constant need to shield himself from Vale's relentless attacks.

Finally, sensing their weakened state, Vale ceased his offensive.

The Demon Generals stood before him, weakened and defeated, yet alive.

They glared at him, their eyes burning with hatred and confusion. They had already ordered the other demons to help them, but these low-class Demons weren't actually moving!

If they would make a guess, the Demon Saints were ordering them to stay in their position!

They couldn't understand why the Demon Saint did this but they had no time to think about it.

They looked at Vale curiously.

Why had he spared them? They could die now with just a swing of his sword!

"You---"

However, the answer came not in words, but in the form of a spell.

Vale's eyes glowed as he triggered one of his Perfected Spells, the Slave Mark Spell.

The Slave Mark Spell wasn't a fancy spell. It would silently affect the minds of its target and the only hint would be the dullness in the eyes of the target for a brief moment…

Nonetheless, the Demons have strong resistance against mind-

controlling spells. However, they weren't immune to such Spells!

If the mind-controlling spell was strong enough and the target's mind energy weakened a lot, then it wouldn't have been impossible to control them!

Gorath felt the attack in his mind… Although he was weakened, he couldn't mistake this humiliating spell!

He'd rather die than be controlled by someone else!

"Aaahhh!"

He roared in defiance, and Zarvok hissed as he was also being attacked in the mind at the same time…

Azzak, who was watching this, swiftly realized what was going on! He knew that he had made a mistake and allowed the Immortal to do this!

He just thought he was about to kill the two Demon Generals and thought of using the Corpse Explosion!

That's right, he thought it would be fun to kill the Shadow Immortal with the Corpse Explosion he was using a while ago!

This was why he stopped the others from getting closer despite the two's orders!

"Not good…" Azzak clenched his fist as he gathered his strength…

However, the two Generals had already succumbed! Their efforts to defend were futile as the spell was unbreakable.

In the blink of an eye, the Slave Mark Spell was complete. The Demon Generals' eyes lost their luster, replaced by a hollow glow before returning to their normal state…

They were now bound to Vale, their wills enslaved by his command.

The Slave Mark Spell had turned them into unwilling servants!

"Mhmmm… This is good…" Vale muttered with a smirk on his face. He was surely proud of himself as he looked at the Demon Saint, who seemed to be about to escape!

He held his sword tightly as the battle wasn't over yet.

Nonetheless, he felt that he had already won.

The Demon Generals, now his to command, awaited his orders... Their own desires are now suppressed by the Slave Mark!