God of Cloning: My Clones Awakened Job Class!?-Chapter 53 Summoning Clones with Job Class

Ren sat atop his mimic clone, quietly observing the battlefield while recovering his mana reserves. In front of him floated a shimmering display of data of his summoned clone forces, neatly divided by class.

[Mage Clones]

1 Elementalist

2 Conjurers

2 Priests

3 Telekinetics

1 Telepath

3 Enchanters

3 Support

1 Teleporter

[Warrior Clones]

1 Swordsman

2 Berserkers

3 Lifestealers

2 Brawlers

1 Offensive Knight

2 Staff Masters

2 Spearmen

1 Duelist

Each clone stood ready, crackling with mana, weapons drawn and eyes sharp. Rein wasn’t idle either, he was preparing to unleash the spell he had painstakingly crafted alongside Solomon.

"Evolve skill: Gluttonous Devourer," he commanded firmly.

[Affirmative]

[Evolving skill...]

[Failed]

[Not enough mana molecules detected]

[Sacrificing mana molecules from Stamina Skill...]

[Mana threshold met]

[Evolving skill...]

[Success!]

[Catastrophic Gluttonous Devourer Created]

A ripple of overwhelming energy spread across the battlefield. Then, all at once.

"Attack!!" the clones roared in unison.

They launched forward like phantoms of death. With flickers of light and blurred motion, they entered the fray. The mage clones took position in the rear, raising their staffs and hands as arcane circles began forming mid-air. The warriors surged to the front, creating a phalanx to protect their more fragile comrades.

Ren, drained after the evolution process, closed his eyes and focused on mana regeneration. He would need vast energy to cast the grand spell that could obliterate even the formidable Lich Overlord. There was no margin for error. His next attack needed to end it all.

Far across the battlefield, the Lich sensed something—an unnatural surge of mana in the air. He halted, his dead eyes narrowing.

"A massive mana fluctuation?" he hissed. "A grand spell... I won’t allow it!"

He raised his arms toward the sky and chanted with a voice that split the earth.

"[Summon: Undead Legion]!"

The ground cracked violently. Fissures opened as if the underworld itself vomited its contents forth. From these crevices crawled grotesque undead, their aura thick with hellish malice. Each one bore the strength of a captain class entity, just a step beneath the Undead General, and they came not alone, they came in a swarm of a hundred.

The clone army braced for the clash. They formed up fast. Tribal class clone leaders barked out orders as their ranks prepared their spells and weapons.

The Elementalist clone began the assault with a combination of fire and wind, creating a massive flame tornado that incinerated a wave of undead. He followed with a Blizzard, freezing the back line, then finished them off with jagged Earth Spikes and chained Lightning.

The Conjurer clones summoned Nimbus clones, a duplicate apparitions that tore through the enemy with relentless fury. Priests began their chants, radiating healing light and purifying energy. Support clones boosted speed, strength, and magic resistance. Enchanters reinforced weapons with explosive and elemental effects. The Teleporter blinked from position to position, coordinating the assault. Telekinetics unleashed gravitational pulses, crushing dozens of undead into bloody heaps.

The Telepath clone targeted the enemy minds, snapping undead willpower like brittle twigs. Some undead turned on their allies, rampaging like puppets without strings.

The Mages, though fragile, were devastating. Spell after spell scorched, froze, shattered, and scattered the undead into pieces.

Meanwhile, the Warrior Clones stormed the battlefield. Their task: disrupt the undead, protect the Mages, and break through to the Lich.

The Swordsman clone led the charge, his blade slicing through enemies as though they were paper. The Berserkers entered a furious trance, slamming through enemy lines with primal rage.

Lifestealers plunged into the thick of battle, absorbing vitality from each kill, regenerating wounds before they could scar. Brawlers and the Offensive Knight slammed into formations, sending shockwaves with every blow.

The Staff Masters danced with deadly grace, their staves cracking bone with surgical precision. Spearmen unleashed flurries of piercing thrusts, while the Duelist locked enemies into unavoidable death duels.

The Lich spotted Ren meditating atop the slime. A twisted grin formed across his skeletal face.

"There you are."

The dark aura around him flared. He raised his skeletal hand and fired off a barrage of devastating spells. The clones, ever watchful, immediately shifted to defense.

"Protect the Original! Defensive formation now!" a clone shouted.

Though the grand spell Disintegration was still on cooldown, Soul Destruction was usable—and terrifying. The clones gritted their teeth.

"[Soul Destruction!]"

Blasts of cursed energy rained upon them. The clones threw up barriers around Ren.

"[Soul Disintegration]!"

"[Hell Fire]!"

"[Corroding Breath]!"

Dark beams and corrosive mists hammered the defenses. Ren remained still, deep in mana channeling.

Then the Lich shouted his most powerful incantation.

"[Grand Soul Disintegration]!"

A colossal, rainbow-tinged black beam fired toward Rolan’s army. The clones acted instantly.

"Teleport! Move to the army’s position!"

In a flash, all clones teleported and cast barriers.

"[Multi-Barrier Activated]!"

A dome of layered barriers shimmered into existence. Dozens of defensive layers formed, stacking one over another in a desperate bulwark against the incoming spell.

They could only hope it was enough.

The impact landed.

BOOM!

The ground shattered. A horrifying shockwave rippled across the land, enough to crush bones and crack stone. The clones winced as the barrier layers fell one by one.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Each second, another layer broke. The clones poured every drop of mana into sustaining it.

"Don’t falter! Hold it!" one shouted.

The battlefield was reduced to a ruinous wasteland. The undead were eradicated by the Lich’s own spell. But the clone army was barely hanging on.

Still, the barrier held and it took with all they’ve got. They all felt renewed strength. Having felt at ease and then they finally have a breather. They held the barrier, barely.

And Ren’s eyes finally opened. It shimmered with white glow and he breathed deep.

His mana had returned to the brim. Thanks to the clones and his army buying time. It was all within his expectations. Able to use the skill now.

But there’s still a problem, the enemy still has numerous layers of barrier and protection. They need to break it!

Ren then issued his command, "All clones! Attack!"