Tale of a Hedonistic wizard Chapter 291: One man army

Standing in the crater he had ford, his eyes smoldering with umbral energy, he glared at the now empty space where Li and his n had been monts before.

Bitter questions and suspicions whirled through his mind.

The fury detonating within Jaegar was like an arcane bomb, rupturing the very fabric of reality.

Torrents of unfettered power flooded through his being, unleashing violent, uncontrolled outbursts. Writhing coils of crackling energy slithered up his arms, dancing across his knuckles in coruscating arcs as the buildup of enraged arcane energies within him vented in erratic pulses.

Dark stormclouds massed overhead, roiling and churning in ominous formations as if answering the wizard's elental wrath. Jaeger's aura crackled through the atmosphere, ionizing the air into a supercharged maelstrom. Forks of brilliant azure lightning erupted from the thunderheads, lashing downward to split the earth in an unrelenting barrage.

Each successive bolt that struck the battlefield hurled concussive force outward in rippling shockwaves, the very air rendered viscous and sparking with the acrid tang of spent mystical power.

Across the field of battle, Lylith's predatory senses instantly detected the titanic, distant surge of mystical might, like a wolf sent feral by the hot scent. The demoness paused mid-slaughter, one of the army's elite mages suspended in her crushing grip as his life's blood still pulsed hotly from the gouges left by her talons.

Her burning erald gaze tracked unerringly towards the epicenter of the arcane disturbance.

Slitting her nostrils, she drank in the potent aura, so redolent of dark power yet strange—almost familiar.

"Is it that kid?" she purred, her serpentine tongue flicking out to taste the charged air.

"Such delicious power...I can practically taste its richness on the winds." Her pupils contracted to slits as a cruel smile played across her lips. Perhaps toying with this mortal spellcaster could prove...entertaining.

But Jaegar's mind was consud by far darker thoughts as he stord towards the central pavilion, each footfall leaving scorching prints seared into the earth.

The few soldiers remaining cowered at his inexorable approach, instinctively recognizing the aura of vast magical fury rolling off him in violent waves. Sparks of eldritch force danced hungrily across his fingertips, seeking release.

"That man," Jaegar's voice was a low, resonant rasp of restrained power, "the one who just departed. Who is he?"

Jaegar hadn't forgotten about the man who was responsible for the hell he had endured for the past few months. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he awaited the answer, his jaw clenched in barely contained rage.

Mustering their courage, the soldiers ford a desperate defensive line to shield their general.

But their ager efforts proved laughably futile against Jaegar's might. With but a subtle twitch of his fingers, lancing tendrils of crackling force whipped out, effortlessly coring through their ranks and reducing them to butchered shapes in spatters of viscera.

One by one, they fell, until only the general remained. The man's face was a rictus mask of sheer terror as he quaked, rooted to the spot by the overwhelming dread radiating from the wizard looming above.

"Answer , if not," Jaegar shot a lightning bolt at the soldier who was running at him. That bolt struck his chest, piercing a hole right through his chest. "the sa will happen to you, but much worse than that."

"Y-You can't do this," he gibbered, spittle flecking his lips. "I d-don't know! He said he was just a trader! Offered those brute savages to our forces in exchange for gold ores and c-coins."

Jaegar held the pathetic man's gaze for a long, piercing mont. The general shook with fear, but he slowly spilled what he knew.

So this Xilong Li had been the one to supply Daikrimore's army, arming them with monstrous shock troops. But beyond that simple fact, the general appeared to know no more.

The wizard's lip curled in disgust. A dead end, damn it! Spheres of pulsing force coalesced around his clenched fists as he struggled to master his fury.

"Xilong Li..." Jaegar growled the na like a blasphemous invocation. "I will hunt you down."

With those words hanging in the air like a solemn vow, the wizard snatched up a fallen soldier's blade. The battered steel sword felt almost comically mundane in his grasp after wielding the eldritch furies he had unleashed re monts before. But it would suffice for his needs.

Jaegar whipped the blade around in a blurring ark, the very air shrilling at the disturbance as the sword's razored edge sheared through the crumpled general's neck in one lethally precise strike.

Blood geysered briefly before congealing in foul icicles as it struck Jaegar's wintry aura. He snagged the severed head by its lank hair, already turning to stride away from the ruined command encampnt.

Squads of Daikrimore's soldiers rushing to reinforce the position erged from makeshift fortifications, only to pull up short at the sight of their comrade's desecrated remains gripped in the wizard's grueso trophy display. Their ragged courage swiftly crumbled at the aura of unbridled nace radiating from Jaegar.

Weapons clattered from suddenly nerveless fingers as the demoralized n scattered, routed by the re sight of this rciless reaper, who was covered in blood.

But the sorcerer took little notice, his gaze locked on the central battlefield, where Kyra and Kaeso fought amidst the chaotic swirls of combat. Each step left burning footprints scorched into the earth as Jaegar advanced. He paid little heed to the remaining foes, skittering from his path like startled vermin.

Which was just as well, for a new presence had taken interest in these unfolding events.

With a resonant boom like the firing of so eldritch cannon, Lylith materialized in a vortex of sulphurous smoke to drift languidly before Jaegar. Despite the demoness's towering height, the wizard did not so much as flinch at her baleful manifestation.