Chapter 179: Schlacht: Kurtz Is Coming for Me!!
As Serie's magic mercilessly reaped the Demon Race, a familiar figure stood in a dark cave far from the clamor of White Fortress's battlefield.
Before him, a translucent magical light screen floated, from which Serie's figure, wreaking havoc on the battlefield, could be vaguely seen.
Although her face could not be seen clearly due to the great distance, there was only one such powerful magic user in the world.
The Greater Demon Schlacht stood before the light screen, his eyes fixed on the figure wantonly slaughtering demons in the projection.
"Hmph, hahaha." After the initial disbelief, Schlacht let out a suppressed laugh.
"Serie… your power is as terrifying as ever."
He had dispatched twelve demons, three of whom were Greater Demons. His original intention was to probe or delay the elf mage, and it would be even better if there was a chance to wound Serie severely.
However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.
In front of Serie, the so-called Greater Demons were as fragile as humans. Their encirclement seemed more like actively seeking death.
If he hadn't relied on his future-predicting magic back then, perhaps his outcome would have been the same as theirs, easily killed by Serie.
Now, watching his capable subordinates being easily eradicated, Schlacht's heart bled.
The birth of every Greater Demon was extremely difficult, requiring hundreds of years to accumulate enough qualified magical power.
"Heavy losses… truly heavy losses…"
Schlacht muttered to himself, his clenched fists turning slightly white from the excessive force. His knuckles ached.
However, this pain was quickly replaced by another thought.
His mouth curved into a smile, his gaze sweeping over Serie's unsettling figure in the light screen.
"But… fortunately, Glarosahm's plan is almost successful. Serie, no matter how powerful you are, what can you do? You ultimately can do nothing!"
He shifted his gaze, looking towards the distant El Country.
There, his true trump card lay waiting, a secret plan executed by another Greater Demon, Glarosahm.
Their target was the Holy Sword El Light, which had been passed down for a thousand years in El Country and condensed the power of countless human beliefs.
"Glarosahm should be about to succeed, right?" Schlacht's eyes gleamed with greed. "That sword has accumulated a thousand years of human belief power. The energy it contains is unimaginable. As long as it can be successfully corrupted or even eroded, then, even you, Serie, will be useless in the face of absolute power."
Thinking of the holy sword's power, the gloom in Schlacht's heart was dispelled mainly.
Sacrificing these demons now, if it could be exchanged for a weapon capable of suppressing or even destroying Serie, this transaction would be very worthwhile.
He refocused his attention on the projection, observing battlefield changes and evaluating Serie's true strength to prepare for the decisive battle ahead.
Just then, another figure's effortless defeat of the demons also caught his attention. Due to the great distance, he couldn't see the human's face clearly; he could only see rough movements.
What concerned Schlacht even more was that the human seemed to be constantly on guard, repeatedly looking up at areas beyond the battlefield.
"This human… is not simple." Schlacht frowned slightly. "Is he a new disciple of Serie? His perception is truly sharp."
The magic he was currently casting was a detection magic, created by the first God Slayer, Kurtz, and written into humanity's first magic book.
Schlacht had come into contact with this magic book and was deeply shocked by the many spells within it.
Just what kind of person was that God Slayer, Kurtz? To be able to create such astonishing magic?
Schlacht suddenly felt a bit wistful. Why hadn't he been born in the era of that person?
Why couldn't he explore the many incredible aspects of this God Slayer?
And now, he had spent ten years improving this magic, naming the improved detection spell "Eye of the Abyss."
The original detection magic, in Schlacht's view, was like echolocation, only able to detect the approximate number and direction of enemies.
But his magic could directly project his vision into the target area, like an invisible magical eye, capable of seeing every movement of creatures within the target area.
Of course, the prerequisite was that the target area couldn't be too far away.
If it were too far, it would be like now, where only rough movements could be seen, and the specific scene within the area couldn't be clearly discerned.
And doing so naturally came with a cost.
Greater magic consumption and more significant magic fluctuations. If he encountered a magic user with sharp perception, it would be easy for them to detect his prying.
But Schlacht believed that at such a great distance, coupled with the chaotic situation on the battlefield, these fluctuations were negligible and should be able to evade Serie's perception.
However, he was wrong.
Just as Schlacht released his magic and focused his attention on the human warrior, the figure in the image suddenly stopped.
That human didn't look at any monsters or demons on the battlefield, but suddenly raised his head, his eyes piercing through layers of spatial obstruction, looking directly towards Schlacht's location.
And Schlacht saw it all, including the moment the human raised his head to stare directly at him.
"What!?"
Schlacht's pupils constricted violently, and he instinctively took a step back, bumping into the stone wall.
"Impossible! It's an illusion! This must be a coincidence!" Schlacht tried to comfort himself. "He can't possibly perceive my magic!"
He had never imagined that a human would detect his proud spell, and at such a great distance.
This was simply impossible!
Moreover, through the light screen, Schlacht could vaguely see the human's eyes, and from them, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Those eyes…
Had he seen them somewhere before?
No, he had definitely seen them somewhere!
The man withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and said something to the human girl beside him. Just as Schlacht was feeling relieved—
He moved.
Without any complex spellcasting movements, the man's figure suddenly blurred. It turned out he had directly released flying magic, just like Serie.
But his speed was even faster, instantly transforming into a streak of light almost imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly leaving the White Fortress battlefield.
On the other side, Serie, who was fighting the demons, also noticed Kurtz leaving and muttered, "Did he notice?"
The elf had vaguely detected Schlacht's prying last time, but because of the great distance, she wasn't sure if it was her imagination.
And this time, she detected it again.
However, because her attention was entirely focused on dealing with the demons in front of her, she hadn't bothered to care.
Now, seeing Kurtz take action proactively, Serie naturally unleashed all her magic without reservation, beginning to bring death upon these reckless demons.
On the other side, Kurtz also unleashed all his magic, maximizing his flying speed, rapidly approaching Schlacht's location.
"He's coming for me!?"
Schlacht's pupils suddenly contracted to pinprick size, and an uncontrollable chill instantly surged into his heart.
Not only did the other party perceive his prying, but he was also able to complete reverse tracking and positioning in such a complex magical environment, in such a short amount of time!?
What terrifying level of understanding of detection magic would be required to do that!?
A horrible realization crept into Schlacht's mind, cold and certain.
'Unless…'
[End of Chapter]