Frieren: Reincarnated As a Demon

Chapter 139: Ash Vs -

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Two devil-like horns sprouted from Ash's forehead, further increasing his already towering height.

The once-loose clothes now stretched tightly against his growing body, bulging with the strain of his transformation. A circular wave of air erupted from him, scattering dust across the ground in all directions.

The overwhelming magic power, capable of sweeping away everything and instilling despair, was now fully unleashed. The space around him seemed to twist and distort, pulsating with abnormal fluctuations.

A terrifying magical storm filled the vast chamber. Though the storm was restrained, its sheer intensity caused the entire dungeon to tremble slightly.

All the magicians who had entered the dungeon felt an involuntary shiver run down their spines. Even without directly sensing the binding magic emanating from the depths, they instinctively knew that something monstrous had awakened below.

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The moment Ash released his power, all the replicas in front of him simultaneously raised their hands, unleashing beams of magical light.

At the same time, Ash, along with his own clone, stepped forward and stomped on the ground.

Boom!

The roar of purple gravity thunder echoed throughout the chamber. The ground, fortified with defensive magic, cracked and sank under the force of the impact, and the entire dungeon shook violently.

The arcs of purple lightning spread across the floor like serpents, causing the gravity in the chamber to increase exponentially. Within this crushing field, Fern and Denken were pinned to the ground, their magic interrupted mid-cast.

Without the resistance of their magic power, they would have been instantly crushed into fragments like brittle tiles. Lawine and Kanne, reacting a moment too late, weren't as fortunate—they were crushed into pulp and died once again.

However, three individuals near Ash managed to preserve a small area around themselves, resisting the crushing gravity and thunderstorm with considerable effort.

The next moment, Sense's hair transformed into electrified drills, launching themselves toward Ash from every direction with tremendous force.

Frieren's wand glowed with a mixture of white and purple lightning as she cast the Thunder of Destruction—a spell that served as the prototype for Ash's gravity thunder.

Meanwhile, Ash's replica, still in human form, unsheathed a blade and transformed into a blur of motion, appearing instantly in front of him.

The coordination among the three replicas was unexpectedly seamless, creating a formidable attack, but Ash smirked.

"As expected, there's a limit to what can be replicated. You're all too slow!"

Ash, fully aware of his own abilities, wasted no time. He reached out, grabbed the head of his clone, and smashed it into the ground with overwhelming force.

Bang!

The impact echoed loudly as the clone's head shattered, leaving a deep crater in the magically-reinforced ground. The surrounding floor compacted further under the weight of Ash's gravity magic.

But just as the clone was destroyed, the Thunder of Destruction and the electrified drills collided with Ash's body.

However, with his magic power unleashed, ordinary spells had no effect on him. The high-density magical aura surrounding him formed an unyielding barrier, akin to an iron wall, capable of repelling even the most intense attacks.

The roaring Thunder of Destruction and the spiraling electric drills failed to penetrate, stopping just short of his body.

But these were no ordinary spells, and Ash quickly noticed their unique strength as they began to chip away at his magical defenses bit by bit, surprising him.

At that moment, his pinned clone suddenly unleashed a powerful repulsive force.

The ground trembled and buckled, breaking apart violently as Ash was forced to step back two paces. The clone quickly raised its hand, summoning invisible claws that tore through the ground as it lunged toward him.

Ash, however, stood firm. With a casual wave of his hand, he released an even more devastating impact, sending the clone hurtling backward with overwhelming force.

The large amount of rubble scattered around him began to gather in mid-air, compressing into rock-like spheres. These spheres were so densely packed that it was no longer accurate to call them mere rocks—they had become something far more solid and lethal.

As the highly dense shells formed, the clone activated defensive magic, blocking the tearing impact that Ash's wave had unleashed. Simultaneously, dozens of purple light spheres, each larger in diameter than a human, materialized around the clone. These spheres radiated an intense, lethal magic before they shot toward Ash with terrifying speed.

Ash remained motionless. The overwhelming magic power surrounding him easily counteracted the barrage. However, Sense's hair had already transformed into a massive scythe, brimming with destructive energy.

At the same time, the tip of Frieren's wand, combined with the clone's immense killing magic, formed an enormous magic circle with a diameter exceeding 10 meters. From this circle, a colossal black beam of light surged forth, resembling a flood breaking free from a dam.

The convergence of various energies created an unrelenting cascade of shockwaves. Each wave was powerful enough to lift the broken bricks and stones scattered across the ground. Even the defensive barrier in front of Ash began to show signs of strain, gradually weakening under the onslaught.

At that exact moment, the massive scythe made of hair completed its energy buildup. As if seizing the perfect opportunity, it sliced through the air, radiating a strange and ominous black light.

Faced with the combined magic, Ash relied solely on his overflowing magical power to withstand the relentless onslaught. Amid the swirling torrent of energy and the billowing smoke and dust, he calmly raised his hand and caught the giant hair sickle, a construct of countless intertwined spells.

However, the sickle displayed an unnaturally exaggerated flexibility; its center suddenly caved inward, avoiding his grasp.

While the magical barrier in front of him weakened under the continuous attacks, Fern, from a distance, unleashed a compressed magic strike that hit Ash squarely in the face without warning. The giant sickle followed immediately, slashing toward his head with the intent to cleave it in two.

Amid the constantly interweaving light of the battlefield, Ash's seemingly impenetrable iron wall of magic finally gave way.

Bang!

The delayed sound of a powerful impact echoed through the chamber as the sickle managed to tear through his skin, causing blood to splatter.

Under the bombardment of these highly charged magical attacks, Ash's figure was pushed back dozens of meters across the ground, leaving a trail in his wake. A shallow but unmistakable cut appeared on his cheek, with red blood trickling down.

It was a rare sight. Apart from injuries inflicted by those eccentric masters during his training, no one had managed to harm him in the past century, regardless of how many opponents had tried.

This was the first time, since transforming into a demon nearly a century ago, that he had been bloodied—though it was merely a breach of his passive defense, a barrier constructed casually from his excess magic power.

However, just as the iron wall of magic briefly shattered, Ash immediately activated several layers of defensive magic around him. He wiped the blood from his cheek with his fingertips, letting out a slight sigh before raising his hand and hurling several compressed rock balls at his enemies with devastating precision.

At that moment, his own clone suddenly shattered the ground beneath its feet, sending fragments of stone flying as it lunged forward with alarming speed. With swift, precise movements, the clone's blade sliced through the supersonic rock balls, cutting them into pieces one by one.

The other replicas followed suit, attempting to gather energy and unleash their own spells. But Ash, no longer playing defensively, finally launched a true counterattack.

His blade scraped across the rocky ground, leaving behind a trail of explosive sparks. Yet, before the fiery sparks could catch up, Ash's figure broke through the sound barrier, arriving directly in front of Frieren. With a single, instantaneous slash, he severed the defenses created by Sense's hair, along with multiple layers of protective magic.

"You're too meticulous as a magician!"

Ash's voice was cold as he watched Frieren, whose legs left the ground as she was flung backward at high speed, unable to avoid the strike. Her body was sliced cleanly in half, her fragile form no match for his blade.

Yet, even as her body split, Frieren stared back at him coldly, her expression unwavering. Without hesitation, she rushed toward him again, her eyes wide with determination.

But Ash remained unmoved.

"This level of attack might trouble ordinary magicians," he said disdainfully. "But using it against me… what were you thinking?"

Even as the force of the attack scattered bricks and debris in every direction, Ash stood firm, completely unaffected.

The shockwave caused by the impact sent a strong wind billowing around him, making his clothes flutter noisily. Still, he simply raised his hand, gazing at Frieren's bisected body as it flew backward.

Clenching his palm tightly in the air, he declared coldly, "No more playing. Disappear."