I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 191: Legion of Steel

The first blow never came from Isaac.

It came from the Sovereign.

A pulse of energy erupted from the demon's chest—raw, hungry will spreading like a stormwind. The stone floor fractured. Isaac's boots slid slightly, but he remained upright, calm.

"Obedience," the Sovereign whispered.

A ripple spread through the air, tinged with command magic—[Voice of the Sovereign – Rank S+] activated.

Asmodeus braced, her aura flaring as a countermeasure, but it wasn't necessary.

Isaac blinked.

Then tilted his head.

"...Was that supposed to do something?"

The Sovereign's eyes narrowed. "You should have knelt."

"I don't kneel for people who need to ask."

With a thought, he activated his response.

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[Phantom Legion – Rank EX]

Activated.Weapon Count: 1,250 spectral copiesFormation: Surround & ConvergeSync: [Aetherfield Sync – Rank S+], [Essence Efficiency – Rank EX], [Telekinesis – Rank A]

—

The air rippled.

Blades, hammers, spears, chains, scythes—every weapon Isaac had ever seen or touched shimmered into being. Rows upon rows circled around the chamber, floating midair with eerie precision.

They glowed with mirrored soulflame, humming with anticipation.

The Sovereign paused—just for a second.

Then scowled.

"You dare drown me in toys?"

Isaac grinned faintly. "No. I drown you in inevitability."

He snapped his fingers.

The Legion surged.

Weapons descended from every angle like a tidal wave of forged judgment. Each weapon moved with independent precision, linked by Isaac's will and powered by the systems reinforcing them. They twisted midair, pivoted, swarmed.

The Sovereign flared his aura, summoning black flame and curved blades from his spine to parry—but the onslaught did not relent.

One second, fifty blades struck.

The next, two hundred more.

He blocked. Dodged. Countered. Disintegrated dozens.

But for every weapon he shattered, a hundred more surged forth.

System Log:

[Phantom Legion – EX]: Strike Rate: 214 per secondMana cost reduced by 90% via [Essence Efficiency – EX]Synchronization stable. Telekinesis linked.Processing… Optimal kill angle queued: 412 instances

Isaac stayed still.

Watching.

Directing.

His eyes tracked openings like a maestro—not playing an instrument, but conducting an orchestra of death.

The Sovereign dashed through the storm, his [Abyss Mantle – Rank S+] absorbing partial hits, his arms covered in shifting crimson armor. Several of Isaac's weapons scratched through—cutting his robes, drawing black ichor.

"You adapt quickly," Isaac admitted. "But you're still too slow."

The Sovereign snarled.

"You think this is slow?"

He raised his hand and pulled power from deep within, his own skill—[Soul Engorge – Rank S]—activating. Shards of broken soul flared around him, expanding his frame and darkening the room.

Three more waves of Isaac's weapons crashed into him.

Two were deflected.

One pierced through.

The Sovereign staggered—but remained standing.

Isaac's grin faded slightly, impressed.

"Huh. You're holding up better than I thought."

But the Sovereign's breath was ragged now.

His once-perfect robes were tattered.

His stance faltered as another dozen swords pierced the stone around him.

"I am Sovereign," he growled. "You will not erase me like a phantom—"

One blade cut across his cheek.

He froze.

The silence stretched.

Isaac raised a brow. "You were saying?"

The Sovereign roared in frustration—and Isaac rolled his shoulders.

"Okay," he murmured. "Playtime's almost over."

More weapons began to shimmer in behind him.

Another thousand.

Asmodeus, still watching, exhaled softly.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Isaac didn't look back.

"…A little."