The Death Mage Who Doesn’t Want a Fourth Time

er leaking from the Demon King’s scent glands and luminescent organs, everyone had been strengthened, surpassing their bodily limits.
Each time they swung their weapons, their bones creaked and their muscle fibers were torn with loud noises.

“Soothing Light! You cannot rampage to your heart’s content!” shouted Zadiris.

“Uwah! Darling’s arm has been torn again!” cried Princess Kurnelia.
“Healing Wind!”

“If I knew this was going to happen, I would have studied magic more diligently!” said Princess Lulu.

The three of them were supporting the others as well as they could with healing magic.
Even Prince Zorgo, who was still a very young High Goblin, was contributing to the battle by distributing Blood Potion to those who had fallen back, unable to be healed in time.

Trying to do something about the situation, Ravovifard was blowing away the puddles of blood at his feet with shockwaves and trying to get away from the wall made of the Demon King’s blood.
But each time he did, he was blocked by the Blood Slime Kühl, who was spraying the Demon King’s blood stored inside him all over the area.

“UOOOOH! DON’T SWARM ME, YOU SMALL FRYYYYY!” Ravovifard bellowed.

As he was exposed to an overwhelming number of attacks the likes of which he had never experienced before, he felt tormented by a maddening sense of irritation, anger and humiliation.

Normally, nobody would possess more power than Ravovifard, not even the Rank 11 Borkus and Budarion.
There was such a difference in strength that if Ravovifard were to fight any of them one-on-one, they might put up a good fight, but they would never defeat him.

But due to his enemies’ physical abilities and fighting instincts that had been pushed past their limits by Ravovifard himself, their weapons made from the Demon King’s fragments, their unnaturally vast quantity of Mana and the hit-and-run tactics of refusing to face him head-on, he had been cornered into a situation where he couldn’t land a single blow back.

Up until now, Ravovifard had always started battles with large numbers of monsters under his command.
He had never imagined that he would be the one to experience a large quantity of violence like this.

Back when they were a part of the Demon King’s army, the evil gods had always created large numbers of monsters to use as frontline soldiers, inflicting violence upon their enemies.
Ravovifard hadn’t changed his combat strategies since then; he had no experience in fighting against multiple enemies on his own.

“GAAAAAAH!”

Unable to concentrate, Ravovifard was distracted by new attacks and unable to focus on a single target.

He was like a wounded beast.
Since that was the case, it was easy for Borkus, Vigaro and Eleanora, who regularly hunted powerful monsters, to make sport of him.

But Blood Potion and the healing magic of Zadiris and the others were not unlimited in supply.
This was a contest of who would collapse first – Budarion and his allies, or Ravovifard… or at least, that was what he thought.

Clear air gently filled his surroundings.

“GAH?!” Borkus shouted.

“Uooh… what was I… ugh,” Budarion groaned.

“My strength is… fading…” Eleanora mumbled.

Reasoning returned to the eyes of these three.
They felt an intense sense of fatigue and stopped moving.

As Undead, neither Borkus nor Princess Levia and the rest of the Ghosts felt physical fatigue, but their mental fatigue was tremendous.
Borkus fell to his knees, while the Ghosts flickered and vanished.

And Ravovifard was unable to take advantage of this opportunity.

What is this? My fragments went against my will and continued to stay active, so what happened?! And what is this presence and this incomprehensible sense of exhilaration?!

These events unfolded before Ravovifard as he stood where he was.

“That took a lot of effort… since the fragments were noisy and activated on their own, and they were difficult to control…” Vandalieu, who was supposed to have been immobilized by the blood, horns and carapace, stood up.
“It seems that the effects of the Demon King’s luminescent organs were halved because they became stained with blood.
As for the scent glands, I knew that their effects would be removed if I erased your scent with the death-attribute spell Deodorization, but it was difficult casting spells while keeping the rampaging fragments under control and providing everyone with Mana, and on top of that, as expected of a scent produced by the Demon King’s scent glands, it wasn’t easy to erase.”

Vandalieu’s appearance was bizarre.
He was a roughly person-shaped object made of the Demon King’s blood, which was in a jelly-like form and pulsing ominously, as well as carapace, horns and suction cups that had appeared haphazardly all over it.
And Vandalieu’s face, the only part of him that was exposed, was where this bizarre person-shaped object’s chest should have been.

Vandalieu was speaking in a calm, quiet, matter-of-fact tone.
But even now, there was a harsh, grinding noise coming from inside his body as the Demon King’s fragments raged inside him, trying to appear once more.

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Perceiving this as a pleasant sensation, Vandalieu spoke to Ravovifard.
“How dare you… You’ve gone and done a lot, haven’t you?”

“… What… did you say…?” Ravovifard asked incredulously.

Wasn’t Ravovifard the one who’d had all kinds of things done to him? But Vandalieu’s view on things was very different.

『The Levels of the Demon King Fusion, Grotesque Mind, Status Effect Resistance, Multi-Cast, Long-distance Control, Parallel Thought Processing and High-speed Thought Processing Skills have increased!』

“I thought I was going crazy.
Seeing everyone getting torn apart while I was unable to move my body as I wanted, unable to cast spells, forced to devote all of my concentration to controlling the fragments.
Do you understand how powerless I felt?” Vandalieu asked.

The moment the Demon King’s scent glands and luminescent organs activated, the fragments in Vandalieu’s possession had started making an uproar.

“Release our anger! Release our hatred! Release our destruction! Destroy those who undeservingly hold some of us in their possession and release us!”

With those words, the fragments had impulsively tried to destroy Ravovifard, along with the surrounding area… Vandalieu had supported Budarion and Borkus during the battle while controlling the fragments within him.
If he hadn’t done this, the damage inflicted to the Noble Orc empire and most importantly, his companions, would have been enormous.

Vandalieu had seen Ravovifard being attacked one-sidedly during that time, but that wasn’t significant enough for him to take into account.
He didn’t care about the circumstances of someone who had cornered him into an unfavorable situation.

The problem was that everyone had been damaging their own bodies in their frenzy.

“But with this, I’ve finally managed to make everyone calm down.
Borkus, Eleanora, everyone, I’ll take care of things from here, so please rest,” said Vandalieu.

As he walked forward with unnatural-looking movements, Eleanora hastily stopped him.

“W-wait, Vandalieu-sama!”

Vandalieu’s Mana was tremendous, but his other Attribute Values were barely within reach of a B-class adventurer’s, and his combat-related Skills were of about that level as well.
Even though Ravovifard was incomplete and had become weakened, he was still an evil god who had incarnated himself in this world, and Vandalieu would be no match for him.
Even Borkus and Budarion would not be able to defeat him head-on.

Even though Vandalieu possessed the Demon King’s fragments, they were meaningless if their attacks did not land.

That was why Eleanora and Budarion tried to stop him.

“Vandalieu-sama, it’s impossible to fight alone!”

“Holy-Son-dono, I can still fight!”

But Basdia and Princess Kurnelia held them back.

“Eleanora, leave this to Van.”

“Wait, Darling.”

That’s right, what do I have to fear!

Ravovifard returned to his senses, realizing that Vandalieu was an enemy that could never defeat him if they fought head-on.

I can win! Ravovifard thought with certainty as he charged towards Vandalieu, who resembled a living mass of the Demon King’s fragments.

Like a charging rhinoceros, he moved to crush Vandalieu’s unprotected head.

Perhaps Vandalieu had withdrawn the Demon King’s fragments scattered around; the ground was bare, clear of the Demon King’s blood and ink.
Thus, it was impossible for Borkus and Budarion to utilize Group Binding Technique to act as his shield.

To Vandalieu, Ravovifard’s speed would have appeared to be like teleportation.

“To expose your weakness and leave it unprotected, your overconfidence will be your downfall!” Ravovifard shouted.

The Demon King’s carapace and horns were unable to keep up with him; they showed no reaction at all.
Vandalieu’s head was crushed easily, not even giving off a squishy sensation or noise.

“VANDALIEU-SAMA!”

“BUOOOH!”

Eleanora and Budarion let out sorrowful screams.
Ravovifard sneered with his fangs exposed, feeling his anger turn into joy.

In his mind, he could clearly picture himself being worshipped as the chief god in the southern region of the continent… no, in the entire world of Lambda.

“FUHAHAHAHA! I’VE WO – GOBOBOH?!”

Ravovifard’s fist, which had crushed Vandalieu’s head, sank into the person-shaped mass of the Demon King’s fragments.
It offered no resistance, as if it were made of water, and didn’t stop at Ravovifard’s upper arm; his shoulder and head were engulfed as well.

“PUHAH?!” Ravovifard was astounded by what he saw as his arm and head emerged on the other side of the mass.

“Hey,” said Vandalieu, who was floating in the air using Flight with a composed look on his face.

“I-impossible! I crushed your head! It wasn’t an illusion; I definitely crushed it!” Ravovifard shouted, astonished, with still only his arm and head protruding from the person-shaped mass’s back.

“Yes, that’s right,” Vandalieu said in a carefree tone.
“Though it was the head of a clone I made using Out-of-body Experience and materialized with Materialization to use as a decoy.”

The truth was that Vandalieu’s head that had been protruding from the fragment mass’s chest was that of a clone, and crushing it had only caused pain rather than a fatal injury.

The real Vandalieu had been floating behind it the whole time, where neither Ravovifard nor Eleanora and the others could see him.

“A decoy, you say?!” Ravovifard was astounded as he realized that he had been played for a fool.
He immediately became enraged and tried to extend his arm towards Vandalieu in anger, but realized that he couldn’t do that and felt astounded once more.
“My arm, my body won’t move?!”

Just a few seconds ago, the person-shaped mass of the Demon King’s fragments had provided no resistance, as if it were made of liquid, but it had rapidly increased in viscosity and stopped the movements of Ravovifard, even though he possessed physical strength equivalent to an Elder Dragon’s.

Not only that, but the Demon King’s horns extended towards the inside of the mass, impaling Ravovifard who was trapped inside.

“GUOAAAAAAAAH!” Ravovifard let out a scream that shook the very air as blood poured from his mouth, his entire body impaled by the Demon King’s horns that possessed the effects of the God Slayer, Soul Break and Hostility Skills.

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Eleanora sank onto the ground.
“Basdia, you knew, didn’t you?!” she said.

“Rather than knowing, I could see the real Van from here.
But I couldn’t just explain things to you, right?” Basdia replied.

“That’s true, but… Well, it’s fine.
I’ll have Vandalieu-sama comfort me later.”

“And Darling will be comforted by his wife~♪” said Princess Kurnelia.

“No, Princess, the battle is still ongoing,” said Budarion.

This conversation made it sound like the battle was already over, but Ravovifard didn’t have the time to pay attention to it.
In addition to the Demon King’s horns, the Demon King’s carapace was trying to crush his limbs and the Demon King’s blood had started crawling up the arm and across the head that he was still able to move.

He opened his mouth to let out a roar and release a shockwave, his only remaining method of attack, but he was showered with a rain of Mana Bullets, Death Bullets and the Demon King’s horns unleashed by Vandalieu.

With a wind-hole opened from his mouth to the back of his brainstem, Ravovifard let out a scream rather than a roar.

“There’s no way you could make a counterattack while your head is exposed so defenselessly, is there?” said Vandalieu.
“Ah, have this while you’re at it.”

As if as an afterthought, he threw a coagulated lump of the Demon King’s blood that had turned into poison with the Deadly Poison spell, and it landed directly in one of Ravovifard’s eyes.

The evil god let out more screams that had gradually begun to sound like dying screams.

“You fell for a stupid trap, but I think that’s understandable,” Vandalieu told him.
“You were being pushed by the voices in your head, weren’t you?”

Though he was tormented by intense pain, Ravovifard listened to Vandalieu’s words and became aware of voices other than his own inside his own consciousness.

“Release us! Set us free! Release us from this false host! Fall, and release us to our true body!”

These are the voices of the Demon King’s scent glands and luminescent organs?! The sense of exhilaration, the joy, they were not mine but the emotions of these fragments! I mistakenly thought that I was controlling them, but they were really manipulating me?! Then the monster whose mind is preserved even though he possesses even more fragments than me, the one that the fragments refer to as their ‘true body’…!

Ravovifard looked at Vandalieu with the eyes of a living prey in the jaws of its predator.

Ravovifard saw in Vandalieu something in common with someone he had sworn obedience to in the past, a being that he could not defy under any circumstances.

“D-Demon-King-sa –” he whispered.
“GOBYUH?!”

But his words were cut short as his head was pulverized by a bowling-ball-sized mass of the Demon King’s carapace fired by a gun barrel that Vandalieu had created from the Demon King’s frozen blood.

At the same time, the fragments’ loud voices faded from within Ravovifard.
The Demon King’s scent glands and luminescent organs had been removed.

And in the next moment, life vanished from Ravovifard’s body.

“Ah, Prince Budarion.
Please finish off this extremely rude person,” said Vandalieu.

“Eh? Is it all right for me to do that?” asked the bewildered Prince Budarion.

“He was Bugitas to begin with, and at this rate, I won’t gain any Experience Points,” said Vandalieu’s spirit form clone, who fused with Budarion to give him the effects of Soul Break, God Slayer and Hostility.

“Thank you… Farewell, Bugitas.
My brother,” Budarion said in a fatigued but firm voice as he thrust out his magic sword.

Its tip pierced the head of Ravovifard, which still just barely had traces of its appearance from when he was Bugitas.

That was the final blow, and Ravovifard stopped moving completely.

The person-shaped mass of the Demon King’s fragments dissolved and returned to Vandalieu.

『You have acquired the Demon King’s scent glands and the Demon King’s luminescent organs!』

『The Levels of the God Slayer, Demon King Fusion, Superhuman Strength, Enhanced Agility, No-Attribute Magic, Mana Control, Spirit Form, Unarmed Fighting Technique, Materialization, Coordination, Commanding, Throwing, Artillery Technique, Armor Technique, Shield Technique and Group Binding Technique Skills have increased!』

『Death-Attribute Magic has awakened into Dark King Magic!』

As expected, it seemed that the amount of Experience Points gained by defeating an evil god was vast; Vandalieu’s Skills and Levels increased greatly and Death-Attribute Magic had awakened into what was likely a superior Skill, Dark King Magic.

The Corpse Demon Commander Job had likely reached Level 100 as well.

“We have been released! We are you! You are us!”

“You’re too loud,” Vandalieu said, slapping his forehead, and the voices of the fragments quietened down.

And so the throne usurpation incident in the Noble Orc empire was resolved.

 

 

 

But in a certain Divine Realm, the battle was not over yet.

Because although Ravovifard had performed some work on Bugitas’s body, his power had increased and he could not descend onto Bugitas with all of it, so Ravovifard’s main body still remained in his Divine Realm.

But though Ravovifard remained, he was in such a pitiful state that there was no other way of describing him other than as having barely survived.

He hadn’t managed to send his entire being into Bugitas, but important parts of him, including his personality, had been in the part that did descend.
Thus, with that having been destroyed, Ravovifard was now in a position from which he could not recover.

But as rotten as he was, he was a god.
If he were to continue on in this state, he would have been able to make a recovery over a long period of time, but… now that he was in this state, there was no way that the gods of the southern region of the continent, whose movements Ravovifard had been preventing up until now, would leave him be.

“We shall take you apart in a way that it will be impossible to recover, and seal you away for all eternity!”

“Sleep in your eternal nightmare!”

Mububujenge, Zozogante and the gods of the other cities like Zanalpadna tore Ravovifard to pieces and sealed him away.