Chapter 39: The Harvest Festival

As I saw the army arrive, I decided to welcome them by flying down.

As I touched the ground with Mio behind me, about a hundred meters separated me from the army.

One soldier stepped forward, "I'm General Skel Lissus, surrender, and we will let you live!" He shouted in a prideful tone, "We have been informed of your strength, and you won't stand a chance against us!"

"Skill Issues?" I muttered, confused if I had heard his name correctly. What parent would name their child Skill Issues?

Thankfully they couldn't see my confusion due to the helmet.

"And what makes you so sure of yourself?" I asked, with a tone of complete confidence. My voice enhanced due to magic, so I didn't need to shout, "If I wanted, you all would be dead without me even taking a step from here."

"Don't think highly of yourself!" He said, and I could hear a tint of anger, "You exude an aura weaker than an Advanced-Rank monster!"

Just because I don't blast my aura, he thinks I'm that weak. I know I spread the information I was a weaker Demon Lord, but still a Demon Lord, "You see, I'm a nice person, so if you want to live another day, go back to where you came from and don't return," I said in an almost bored tone to spite him even more.

"I said surrender now, or you will be killed! Two people can't defeat all of us!" He shouted now in anger.

"Do you always lose your temper so quickly?" I asked, amused. How can someone lose his temper so quickly? No, a better question would be how to let someone who loses his temper so quickly be a general, "I will give you ten seconds to leave before I start killing you," I said and started counting, "10."

Now his face was completely red, "Everyone attacks him NOW!" He shouted in anger.

He was probably a young knight from a noble family who got lucky to be promoted to a general and wanted to get recognition for killing a Demon Lord, "9" I continued to count.

The army charged at him with a thunderous roar, "8."

I could see magic circles forming in the army's back, "7."

They were getting close as I stood still, "6."

Different spells started flying towards me, "5."

"4... 3... 2," The army was the spell a few meters in front of me, and the army not so long behind the spells, "1."

The spells were now just a few centimeters from my face, "0."

I became a blur of motion. My movements were fast and precise. Soldiers swung their swords and thrust their spears, only for me to parry or evade their attacks effortlessly.

Launching myself into the air, I unleashed a shockwave that tore through the enemy ranks, sending soldiers flying in all directions. As I descended, the ground quaked beneath me, striking the earth with my sword that sparkled with blue electricity from being materialized from the inventory, creating a shockwave that rippled outward, disorienting and stunning the nearby soldiers.

My shadows erupted from the ground. Me in the middle, Mio in the front, and Seris in the back. The shadows surrounded them.

The soldiers were being slaughtered by me and the shadows. With each fallen soldier, confusion and panic spread among the soldiers. Their formations crumbled, and chaos reigned.

Some soldiers turned their weapons against their own allies in a desperate attempt to survive, probably thinking I would spare them if they turned against their own, while others blindly swung their swords, hoping to land a lucky blow.

The ones that managed to land a fatal blow on the shadow instantly turned pale in fear as the shadow started to regenerate and kill them.

My blows cleaved through their armor and flesh, sending arcs of blood spraying into the air. The ground around me became littered with fallen soldiers.

With each passing moment, my movements seemed to grow even faster and more precise. I exploited weaknesses in the enemy's defense, finding gaps in their formation and exploiting them with deadly efficiency, just like Roy taught me.

Eventually, the once-mighty army stood on the brink of collapse. Fear and despair permeated the air as soldiers realized the futility of their struggle against this unstoppable force.

Some tried to flee, trampling over their fallen comrades in a desperate bid for survival. Others, consumed by rage and desperation, launched themselves at me, but their futile attacks met with swift end.

In the end, the battlefield lay littered with the broken bodies of the defeated army. I stood amidst the carnage. The echoes of battle were replaced by the eerie silence.

I could feel my magicules being doubled just from this fight, and I leveled up two times.

{Notice. The necessary nourishment for the requirement of evolution had been confirmed... The requirement had been met. The Harvest Festival will now begin.}

The Voice of the World resounds in my mind, and a wave of sleepiness washes over me.

"Arise," I mumbled weakly, failing to stand by myself, but that didn't matter as all 30,000 soldiers became shadows and were all kneeling, "Mio, Seris, protect me while I go through the evolution." I gave them the order before using shadow exchange in my throne room before passing out.

{Notice. The transformation into a demon lord, the Harvest Festival, has begun. Body reconstruction has begun, transforming into a new species.}

{Confirmed. Race: Transforming into Monarch... successful.}

{All parameters have been greatly increased.}

{Ability to freely change between material and spiritual body has been added.}

{New Intrinsic Skills: Infinite Regeneration, Universal Shapeshift, Material Creation, Ruler's Authority, Black Heart, Monarch's Ambition, acquisition successful.}

{New Resistance Skills: Abnormal Condition Resistance, Holy-Demonic Attack Resistance, Natural Effects Nullification, Physical Attack Resistance, Pain Resistance, Spiritual Attack Nullification, acquisition successful.}

{Notice. Further evolution shall be attempted. Attempting to evolve Unique Skill: [Shadow Lord]}

{Unique Skill: [Shadow Lord] has evolved into Ultimate Skill: [Shadow Monarch: Ashborn]}

{This completes the evolution}

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Guy Crimson POV:

I smirked as I felt someone awaken as a True Demon Lord, and I knew who it was. To think he would do it half a year after becoming a Demon Lord.

"Misery invite Ashborn to the Ice Continent."

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Author's Note:

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