Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race

While Rygar was destroying the capital of Milis with every clash against his opponents, far away, in the Holy District of Milis, and also near an imposing Tower, a fierce conflict was unfolding.

It was there that Ghislaine Adoldia found herself, engaged in a duel against a swordsman who wielded two magical swords. The Magic King.

The speed with which the two exchanged blows was such that ordinary eyes could barely follow.

The aggressiveness and intensity of the combat were so great that, after a short time, the fight spilled out of the tower. 

Both collided with the ground and continued their battle through the ruined streets of Milishion like two phantoms in constant collision.

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Some time before this scene, the group formed by Ghislaine, Verdia, and Gretta had been marching toward the Magic Tower without pause.

At every block, they faced new dangers. Knights stood in their path, determined to stop them at any cost.

Several magical traps manifested around them.

The most dangerous among them occurred when a group of six warriors of Saint level attacked. They had been assigned a single mission: kill Verdia Solarion.

They were stealthy, silent, and extremely lethal. The ambush was nearly perfect.

If it weren't for Verdia anticipating and managing to react to the attack, and for the immediate support of Ghislaine, she could have died right then and there.

There was also a high-complexity Illusory Barrier that almost managed to trap the three of them in another Containment Barrier.

But Verdia was able to read the flaws in the magic circle and destroyed the anchoring points before the worst could happen.

The Seven Magic Towers continued to respond to the commands of the Magic King; he was still manipulating all of them, coordinating defenses, traps, and attacks like a conductor in a symphony of destruction.

At one point, even a large-scale spell was cast against them.

Verdia had to activate the high-level Barrier magic circle that Rygar had left her.

The amount of mana required was great, but fortunately, the current staff she wielded amplified her mana efficiency far more than the previous one.

With strength, knowledge, and preparation, the three women crossed the entire city to the Central Tower, where the Magic King was likely located.

There was nothing left but destruction in their wake.

As far as they knew, the Magic King was different from his other enemies.

He did not follow the traditional sword styles—Sword God Style, Water God Style, North God Style—but mastered several schools of magic.

He held the status of King in Healing, Barrier, Fire, Water, and Wind, and was an experienced scholar in magic circles. His swordsmanship was refined, deadly, and unpredictable.

Obviously, he had his own retinue of guardians, who blocked the three women's advance with fanaticism.

Judging by the soldiers' behavior, it was likely that the Magic King was in the middle of something very important.

The soldiers' orders appeared to be not to let the invaders pass, even if it cost them their lives.

During the confrontation with the guards, Ghislaine felt a strange pulse in her magical earring.

The bond she shared with Rygar vibrated, emitting a pale red glow.

That meant Rygar was injured. And it was a serious wound. She froze for a moment. Her heart tightened.

She turned her eyes to the tower. The Magic King was still somewhere inside. And then she put the pieces together.

Rygar was hurt.

The Magic King was in the middle of something important.

He was probably the cause.

"Rygar is in trouble."

Those were the four words she said to her companions. Then, without caring about her own safety, she forced her way through the barrier of soldiers.

She sustained cuts and deep wounds but managed to break through.

Using the Beast God Style, she channeled all her strength into a single kick and shattered the gate that separated them from the central chamber.

The Physical Barrier protecting the Magic King also splintered.

There he was.

Clad in silver armor adorned with arcane ornaments and protective runes, wielding two swords—one gray, dull, and absorptive, and the other green, bright, and smooth.

His face remained hidden beneath a helmet engraved with dragons. He was drawing a complex magic circle on the ground, but did not seem surprised.

He had probably anticipated an invasion and quickly turned to face the intruder, ready to fight.

Ghislaine lunged at the Magic King with fury, without uttering a single word.

She had no idea how to undo whatever he was doing with those complex spells, but perhaps Verdia knew.

Therefore, all she needed to do was kill him.

The clash began fiercely inside the tower, but within seconds, the two were already outside again, colliding in the alleys and wide streets of Milishion like two streaks of extreme speed.

Meanwhile, Verdia and Gretta must still have been dealing with the knights protecting the magic tower, ensuring that Ghislaine had this chance.

But the Magic King was more formidable than she had imagined. His swords, both the gray and the green, possessed strange and extremely dangerous effects.

When struck by the gray blade, Ghislaine felt her body slowly go numb, as if her muscles lost firmness and her mind clarity.

The green blade, on the other hand, caused her wounds to bleed more than normal, as if amplifying the effect of each cut.

With each exchange of blows, he gained the upper hand.

Ghislaine had already begun that fight with injuries, and with every passing second, felt even more exhausted.

The numbing effect made her movements heavier, and the bleeding weakened her rapidly.

To make matters worse, her attempts to pierce the Magic King's silver armor with Hiramune were being frustrated: the magical protection resisted the cuts with surprising durability.

She relied on the Wild Dash to stay alive. With it, she avoided fatal blows by a hair's breadth, moving like an instinctive blur.

Her Demon Eyes were constantly active, analyzing the effects of her enemy's weapons and armor.

At one point in the fight, Ghislaine advanced with Hiramune in a high guard, the Longsword of Light gleaming under the sunlight that covered them.

She aimed for the enemy's eyes in a cut so swift it could barely be followed by the naked eye.

The Magic King blocked it with one of his swords, but lost the clash of strength. The ground beneath them cracked from the impact of the collision.

In the same instant, he counterattacked with his other blade, targeting the hilt of Hiramune, and managed to disarm her.

A victorious smile spread beneath the Magic King's helmet. In his mind, he already saw himself gloating over having defeated an Emperor-level swordswoman.

He believed that, without her sword, Ghislaine would have no chance. After all, everyone saw her primarily as a Sword God Style fighter, dependent on her weapon.

But he made a mistake.

Ghislaine let him believe that.

The moment Hiramune fell, she surged forward with even greater ferocity. The Magic King, surprised by the sudden offensive, tried to retreat and swung his sword.

The blow struck her, piercing her arm, but Ghislaine did not falter. With a low growl, she ignored the pain and advanced with her claws.

The Beast God Style also fought in close combat, especially with claws. They pierced the opponent's armor as if it were made of paper.

The claws also passed through the Magic King's torso, tearing through the enchanted layers of armor, the muscles, and finally, the heart.

He had no chance to live any longer. Unlike Rygar, he did not have control over where his organs were. Few were as abnormal and bizarre.

He was merely a powerful man who trusted too much in his magical defense.

With her Demon Eye, Ghislaine identified that her opponent's armor was especially resistant to metal; blades would not be effective against it.

So why not use her claws? Her thinking was no longer as rigid as when she was only a practitioner of Sword God Style.

The Magic King was dead.

Without wasting time, Ghislaine pulled the sword still embedded in his arm, her face resolute.

With a deep breath, she began to cast an Intermediate Healing Magic on her wounds.

It was something she had learned through great effort during the months of war, under Verdia's direct guidance.

The magic was enough to at least close her most severe wounds and stop the intense bleeding, but it did not dispel the numbing effect.

She did not complain.

With an explosive leap, again using the Wild Dash, she began to run back to the tower. A blur of speed tearing through the devastated streets.

Now that the Magic King was dead, the Seven Magic Towers were no longer under anyone's direct control.

They would likely operate automatically, and this was a huge advantage.

All that remained was for Verdia to completely deactivate the magical mechanisms protecting Milishion.

Ghislaine briefly glanced toward an ice explosion she had seen in the distance. She hoped Rygar was still well.

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On the other battlefields, the offensive of the Iron Legion had regained its momentum.

After destroying the first reflection of the White Knight, Eris returned to the front line to reinforce the Legion's century.

She was never a refined strategist or commander, but that did not matter much.

All she needed to do was march ahead and cut down every enemy in her path. And she did that like no other.

Her mere presence was enough to inspire the soldiers. When Eris moved, they followed her.

When she was surrounded or targeted by spells, the Legion's warriors appeared to protect her. No one could defeat Eris in a one-on-one fight.

Still, she remained cautious, for a slip could be costly.

Her greatest advantage was speed; with the magic cloak that made her lighter, she became a black and red lightning bolt ripping through the enemy ranks.

Combining the North God Style with the Sword God Style in a way incomprehensible to her opponents, Eris was chaos embodied as a warrior.

When cornered, she executed the Rotation of Light technique, charging with a red whirlwind that tore through enemy lines.

Seeing her ferocity, the title of "Red Lioness" seemed to fit her perfectly, yet perhaps it was still insufficient.

As Eris fought, Ornthorn received information from Lisena: a single direct wound could destroy the reflections.

Ornthorn was not an expert in precise attacks. He preferred massive blows that expressed his full strength, which is why he wielded a three-meter-long sword.

But with Lisena by his side, it was easy. A single Howling Magic used by her was enough to damage the reflection of the Water Emperor.

With a crack like glass shattering, his opponent vanished like dust in the wind.

Ornthorn then also joined the front line to assist the main battle, while Lisena went to warn Taes, who was also fighting a reflection with the help of his ebony wolf companion, Freki.

However, as they approached, a shockwave hit them all. It was a Howling Magic, but an immensely more powerful one.

But the source was distant—on the other side of the city, where Rygar was fighting. Even with the colossal size of Milishion, the wave reached them.

The reflection Taes faced was also caught by the magic and shattered and disappeared.

If Taes had known beforehand that it would be so simple, he would have used the Howling Magic from the start.

That was why knowing the enemy was so important. In any case, Rygar's roar spread through the city like thunder.

Ordinary Milis soldiers were stunned; some even fainted. Even at that distance.

But the Iron Legion took advantage of it. Many were of beast races, accustomed to the waves of Howling Magic.

And all were elites. For them, the roar stunned them, but it was more an opportunity to catch their enemies off guard.

One by one, Milis's commanders, realizing that the Seven Magic Towers had stopped providing active support, began to order discreet retreats. They knew they were losing.

All that remained was to trust that the Divine Warrior would kill Rygar. Other than that, there was no hope against the Iron Legion's brutal offensive.

As the Legion's battle approached its conclusion, Ghislaine returned to the tower where she had left her two companions.

Gretta was already waiting for her at the entrance, her halberd still dripping blood. She was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Hm? Where is Verdia?" Gretta asked.

Ghislaine stopped, frowning.

"She was fighting alongside you in the tower. Why would I know?"

Gretta widened her eyes, looking surprised.

"What do you mean? She said she was going to help you in the battle!"

The two warriors stared at each other, tense expressions. Something was wrong.

Verdia Solarion was missing.

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Don't worry, this one will continue as normal; I expect it to end around 470-500.

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