Ultraman: The Dark Shadow Mage, Creating a Magic Empire

Chapter 21 Desrem: Sorry, I'm the native one.

Desrem waved his hand again, and more fireballs rained down, scorching the area.

"Boom!!"

"what!"

The relentless bombardment of fireballs blasted the surrounding farmland and rivers into scorched earth.

Even Augustine's army could not withstand such an attack!

"Protect the mage! Spread out!" Augustine shouted, raising his sword and leaping towards Desrem.

"Oh? You actually dare to attack me? You have quite the courage."

Seeing this, Desrem laughed and then raised his hand to press towards Augustine.

Those who are able to serve as generals are not only those with outstanding military achievements and unwavering loyalty, but also those with exceptional talent who can keep up with Norman's thinking!

Augustine saw Desrem's movement, and at the moment of contact, he turned into a blood mist, then reformed in Desrem's astonished gaze, before thrusting his sword toward Desrem's head!

This series of actions was performed in one smooth motion, without any unnecessary steps.

but……

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Augustine was still hit by Desrem and slammed into the ground, creating a deep crater!

"Cough cough..."

Augustine crawled out of the pit and, though he stubbornly stood up, he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Not bad, not bad. Powerful physique, special abilities, courage, and perseverance—you're excellent. Submit to me, swear allegiance to the great Dark Emperor, and I will spare your life!"

"Pooh!"

Augustine spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "Don't even think about it! Your so-called Dark Emperor is not even worth a hair on my Emperor's head! You're not even worthy of eating his farts!"

"How dare you!!"

Desrem's expression changed drastically. He angrily teleported in front of Augustine and slapped him.

"Pfft!"

Augustine was instantly reduced to a bloody mist, but it quickly reformed.

Seeing this, Desrem attacked again, a second time, a third time, and a fourth time!

By the fifth reunion, Augustine was lying on the ground, pale-faced, and his body was reuniting much slower than before.

"These magical abilities are really troublesome, but there's always a limit."

Desrem snorted coldly and said, "Since you so admire your master, then I'll go and capture him, and kill him right in front of you! I want to see how you'll still be so stubborn then!"

"You, you...don't even think about it." Augustine heard that Desrem wanted to go to Norman and desperately tried to reach out, but he was powerless to do so.

He won't die, but he won't be able to move for a while either.

The soldiers around him were also mostly dead or wounded!

This is the most devastating loss the entire Black Kingdom has suffered since its bloodlines were awakened!

The last Black Riders only lost a thousand men, but this time they lost an entire army, a full ten thousand!

Desrem didn't look at him again, turned around and flew towards the most populous place, which was the capital of the Black Kingdom—the Black Throne.

Just as he took flight, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Since you've come to see me, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Kneel down and speak."

"who!?"

"Thump!"

"what!"

Desrem only had time to utter a question before he felt as if he had been hit by his own emperor, and he crashed downwards like a cannonball.

He was completely embedded in the mountain, and the violent impact made him feel as if his whole body was about to crack open.

That was Norman's furious blow!

He had traversed the entire distance by running, relying on his planetary-level strength, and now he was flying over Desrem, relying on pure brute force.

Unfortunately, the magic for flying and the magic for traversing space are only at the fourth and fifth tiers, which he hasn't learned yet.

Simply using blood magic to transform and fly is too slow; it's faster to run.

Instead of using magic to fly, it's better to just use magic to "squeeze" yourself up.

"Is he still alive?"

With a single blow, he sent Desrem flying into the mountains. Norman then landed, and upon witnessing the horrific scene, his murderous intent surged even higher.

"His Majesty……"

"Don't rush to speak, just eat it." Norman squeezed out a drop of his own blood and fed it to Augustine. After receiving the blood, Augustine's complexion immediately improved.

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Don't blame yourself. The opponent is very strong, beyond your current capabilities. If you feel resentful, then work hard to become stronger, and if you encounter something like this again in the future, fight back!"

Norman said, waving his hand and scattering blood, which he had just dug out of Desrem's body when they were fighting.

Blood splattered, landing precisely on every surviving soldier, replenishing their strength.

"Boom!"

"You bastard... this kind of power, you can't possibly be a native of this planet! Who are you?" Desrem broke free from the mountain, angrily smashing the mountainside, and shouted at Norman.

"How dare you replicate His Majesty the Emperor's experiences!"

Norman didn't look at Desrem, but instead put Augustine down first, saying, "Now, let me help you get revenge!"

"His Majesty!"

With tears in his eyes, Augustine recalled the scene when Norman found him years ago.

Norman stood up and looked toward Desrem.

He said, "I also want to know which star extinguished my home planet, but that's a matter for later. Now, you must pay for my soldiers' lives! Apologize to my general with your death!"

As Norman spoke, magic surged from his hands, and countless shadow arrows coalesced, firing a volley towards Desrem.

Meanwhile, the magic of darkness is mixed in, secretly inflicting double damage.

"Hmph! Ah!"

Desrem swung his hand to knock away the shadow arrow, but was struck by the dark fluctuations from the shadows, and a dent instantly appeared on his body.

Don't underestimate this first-tier magic. The tree branch in the Sword Saint's hand can kill. In the hands of Norman, a planetary-level being, it would be a powerful spell no less than a forbidden curse!

"Dark magic!" Desrem was startled; he dared not ask Norman for permission again.

With that power and magic alone, Norman could dominate a region of the universe!

If he underestimates his enemy again, he might become one of the indigenous people who gets slaughtered!

"Damn it, you bastard!"

Desrem waved his left hand again, and endless fireballs fell. At the same time, he teleported and attempted to engage Norman in close combat.

Seeing him charging at him, Norman gathered all his strength and threw a simple, unadorned punch at him.

Norman recognized the race of the Desrem, but did not know that it was a Desrem.

The current Desrem is far from reaching the strength shown in the TV series Ultraman Mebius.

Even now, there are still many years until the Great Ultra War!

"Wait, here—no! I can't die here!"

The moment Desrem made contact with Norman, he realized the gap between them!

If it were more than 20,000 years later, he would definitely reach the level of a high-planetary, and it's even possible that he could continue to grow and reach the level of a galaxy.

But right now, he's just a low-level planetary who still needs a spaceship to leave the planet.

Compared to Norman, they are far too weak!

"No, no, no! His Majesty the Emperor will avenge me! Ah—"

(End of this chapter)