Vanir vs Milcar

His words echoed in the air filled with despair, revitalizing the spirits of the Crimson Mages. Despite the overwhelming challenge, a spark of determination ignited in their eyes. They renewed their spells with intensified fervor, each concentrating their magic into one last desperate effort. The skies erupted with a final surge of energy as the Crimson Mages directed their attacks with calculated precision at the weak points of the enemy barrier.

The air trembled with the unleashed magic, and for a moment, it seemed as if even the purple barrier wavered under the intensity of the assault. The demons, for the first time, showed signs of retreat as the determination and courage of the Crimson Mages caused cracks in their invulnerable defense.

However, from among the demons emerged a classic figure, dressed in fine clothes with a handsome face. Vanir, with a smile painted on his face, took several steps forward ahead of the stampede of demons. Each of Vanir's steps seemed to cover hundreds of meters, widening the distance between him and the demons behind him.

It only took a simple movement of Vanir's hands for the barrier around the demons to increase in brightness and enhance its resistance. His imposing presence caused a momentary silence among the Crimson Mages, who trembled in fear at the evident power of this legendary enemy.

The village chief stood tall, his voice trembling but firm as it resonated in the tension-filled air. "We cannot surrender now! Our magic and our courage must be stronger than ever!" The villagers, though terrified, nodded with determination, showing gestures of support for their Crimson Mages.

Meanwhile, Vanir continued to advance with a menacing calm. Each of his steps resonated with an ancient power that challenged the villagers' hope. His gaze fixed on the village chief conveyed an arrogant confidence, as if he had already anticipated the defeat of his adversaries.

The Crimson Mages prepared for a decisive confrontation, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and determination. They knew that the upcoming battle would be the ultimate test of their skill and courage against an enemy that seemed invincible.

The distance between the demons and the Crimson Mages, only a few hundred meters, caused powerful winds to make the hair of the Crimson Mages flutter. Their hearts raced, their bodies trembled, and their eyes reddened from not blinking.

Vanir suddenly stopped his advance, his previously calm expression replaced by a slightly suppressed smile. Looking in one direction, Vanir licked his lips lightly.

At that moment, a brilliant white light descended from the sky onto the battlefield like a comet. That white light was none other than Milcar.

In just a moment, Milcar had arrived at the battlefield and did not hesitate to intervene. After all, Milcar had already planned to take these Crimson Demons as his subordinates.

The Crimson Mages, completely focused on the demons, couldn't help but scream when their eyes were dazzled by a bright white light, like a flashbang exploding in front of them.

"Damn it!"

"Has the light finally arrived!?"

"The light and the darkness of my heart are one".

Several shouts from the Crimson Mages could be heard as they closed their eyes and covered their faces with their arms to prevent the white light from further harming their eyes.

The white light bathed the entire area for several miles, causing the hundreds of demons running like a frenzied stampede to disappear as if erased from existence when illuminated by the white light.

The screams of several demons being erased from existence were like the howls of condemned beings, pleading for their lives. Their bodies vanished as their screams intensified, and in just five seconds, the once imposing demons that seemed to number in the hundreds disappeared in an instant.

"What the hell does this mean? How was this possible?", Vanir almost spit out a mouthful of blood because of what is happening behind him. What kind of magic is this?

"I...", Vanir narrowed his eyes for a moment, his mental processing capacity telling him that what Milcar had just done was completely beyond the power Milcar was supposed to possess.

Earlier in their battle, Vanir hadn't used all his power because he wanted to see how far Milcar could go in terms of power.

Now, observing how all the subordinate demons he had brought to ravage the village of Crimson Demons had disappeared, he could only feel that something was wrong. Why can a person do this?, Vanir cannot understand.

The white light began to fade as quickly as it had appeared, and two slightly large, dimly glowing white spheres shot toward the group of Crimson Mages. These were none other than Yunyun and Megumin.

Vanir slightly raised his head, feeling a slight pang in his heart.

In the sky, the white light had finished disappearing, and only Milcar stood as if on an invisible platform. Though several miles separated Vanir and Milcar, they could perfectly see each other's faces.

Unconsciously, Vanir began to prepare a spell to counter anything Milcar might have in mind.

However, Milcar simply vanished from his position.

"What the hell!?"

Vanir opened his eyes in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. His surprise was only comparable to the extent of his power, and his magic quickly moved to reinforce his body.

How had Milcar escaped his perception?, Why did Milcar have this speed?, Several thoughts raced through Vanir's mind at that moment, his heart pounding fiercely. Before Vanir could make another move, Milcar appeared in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Vanir, it's been a while...", Milcar smiled warmly as if looking at an old friend.

On the other hand, Vanir didn't respond. His mind seemed unable to process everything happening, and he couldn't stop breathing heavily.

A few seconds later, seeing that Milcar hadn't attacked, Vanir blinked slightly, calming his thoughts and feelings before opening his mouth.

As he opened his mouth, it seemed like Vanir was about to say something. However, it was quite the opposite. A purple lightning bolt escaped from Vanir's mouth as soon as he opened it.

Crash

A loud roar was heard as the powerful bolt struck Milcar's chest successfully.

Boom

A powerful roar was heard as the lightning impacted Milcar's chest. Vanir smiled slightly. His death ray at full power was one of his most powerful spells.