Reincarnated as the Weakest Magical Beast-Chapter 103: Amaras battle second stage (4)

CRASH!

The massive frames of the Twin Deathguard Knights collapsed in unison, hitting the ground with earth-shaking force.

Emilia’s attack was overwhelming! With just a single move, both knights were annihilated.

However...

"Ugh!"

Emilia collapsed onto one knee.

Pain shot through her body as if she had been struck by lightning. It centered in her chest, a pressure so intense it felt like her heart was about to explode. She clutched her chest tightly with one hand and coughed violently into her palm.

When she pulled her hand away, it was stained with bright red blood.

Her head spun dizzily, her vision swimming with double images, while her entire body felt leaden, too heavy to move, like someone chained her limbs down with iron weights.

It turned out that strike had been far too taxing for her current level. A single swing had instantly depleted 99% of her mana reserves!

That was... the 14th Form of the Silvermoon Sword Art: Celestial Crescent.

The deemed most powerful technique of the Silvermoon Sword Art.

To execute this technique, the user had to charge their blade for five full seconds to unleash a catastrophic strike. This was because its true strength lay in its scaling, as it drew not just from attack power, but directly from the amount of mana channeled into the slash. The damage output increased by 10% for every fraction of a second charged, compounding alongside the base mana cost increase. A full five-second charge resulted in a staggering 1,000% damage bonus—but at the cost of 1,000% mana consumption!

So, if not for her Mana Heart (Level 2) skill reducing the cost, she certainly wouldn’t have had enough mana to activate it.

But once she activated it successfully, her spell amplification, paired with Flamme’s pure damage buff to bypass the Deathguards’ heavy defense, was enough to obliterate them outright!

Still, Emilia could not rest.

There were more enemies waiting in the dark.

Worse, the Knights were already beginning to regenerate. From the bisected remains, chunks of flesh twitched and pulled together, while shattered armor plates slid back into place as if time itself were being rewound.

It was the work of the Deathguard Priest.

Hidden somewhere in the fog, it was already trying to restore its fallen allies.

Though her body screamed for her to stop, Emilia forced herself upright through sheer will. Her legs trembled, but she didn’t let them buckle. She grabbed a High-Grade Mana Potion from her belt and drank it in one sharp gulp. A cool rush of mana swept through her, steadying her heart and clearing the dizziness just enough to keep moving.

She tossed the glass tube aside. It shattered against the ground.

Now that the two Knights were down, her next objective began:

Find and eliminate the Priest and the Lich.

The dark smoke around her kept thickening, swelling outward as the Lich’s World of Decay continued to spread. Emilia’s visibility had dropped to barely five meters, and was shrinking fast. Everything beyond that was swallowed by shifting black haze, turning the battlefield into a formless void. Now, she was effectively blind (not a negative status effect though, but simply obstruction by the smoke).

But... this wasn’t a problem.

She had a trump card for moments like this!

Being a descendant of the Silvervein clan granted her two Draconic abilities. The first was Mana Heart.

And the second...

"Dragon Sense, Activate! Dragon Vision!"

This was her key to turning the tide of the situation!

In an instant, her eyes transformed, glowing bright and slitted! The effect was strikingly similar to the eyes of Lord Siamelumi herself!

Eyes that could see through the deepest darkness; Eyes that were acutely sensitive to the flow of magic; Eyes that could pierce through all illusions and tricks...

The Eyes of a Dragon!

"Gotcha!" Emilia whispered, a confident grin spreading across her face.

She saw them: The distinct silhouettes of the Lich and the Priest!

Her attention snapped to the Priest first.

The Priest—a woman clad in holy robes—hovered above the ground with eerie stillness, a glowing scripture open in her hands. From its pages, streams of radiant mana poured out like threads of silver light, weaving themselves into the remains of the Deathguard Knights. The revival spell was already halfway done.

No hesitation allowed.

Emilia burst forward.

In a single flash, she crossed the entire distance. One heartbeat she was standing still, yet by the next, she appeared right beside the Priest!

The Priest’s eyes widened in shock. She clearly hadn’t expected anyone to find her through the suffocating smoke, much less appear at her side in an instant. Still, she threw up a defense immediately.

A shimmering purple Arcane Shield snapped into existence, solid and reinforced with multiple layers.

Normally, this barrier would have taken Emilia a full minute to break.

But that was without Flamme’s pure damage flame!

FWOOOM!

With a single blazing slash, the Arcane Shield shattered like fragile glass under a hammer. Emilia shot forward through the falling sparks, closing the gap in an instant and leaping directly in front of the Priest—her sword already sweeping down in a clean, lethal arc.

But of course, resistance came.

The Lich!

Even from across the smoke-choked battlefield, it reacted at once, snapping its fingers into a casting gesture. Two spells flew at her immediately—Hands of Darkness and a trio of Flying Skulls. The inky hands never even reached her though; they withered the moment they brushed against her Purifying Flames. And the skulls, though menacing, were far too slow to catch her at this speed.

Swoosh! SLASH!

The Deathguard Priest fell in a single, decisive stroke. Her head toppled, and her body dropped to its knees before crumpling, both swallowed by Flamme’s hungry fire until nothing remained. In that instant, the chains of magic tied to the Twin Knights snapped apart, the revive spell collapsing before it ever had the chance to activate.

Emilia twisted aside smoothly, avoiding the last three Flying Skulls as they hissed past her and burst uselessly against the stone.

Then, without wasting a heartbeat, she moved.

A white streak of fire shot through the smoke.

The Lich barely had time to raise a hand.

SLASH!

Emilia’s blade cut cleanly through the air, and the creature fell, its frame scattering into motes of fading magic, finally returning to the realm of death again.