CHAPTER 235: SUMMONER

The demon shot forward through the air, but he didn’t attack. He moved his hands in some sort of pattern and created a magical circle. The circle grew, and out of it came a massive wyvern summon, its eyes blazing red.

The demon got on its back and flew toward Quin. The wyvern let out a powerful flame breath, the flames engulfing Quin completely until he couldn’t be seen again.

The demon smiled, feeling that he had managed to get a hit in.

"Don’t get cocky, that’s Quin. Watch out," Lara said, and immediately the demon looked up only to see a hand coming for his face.

He instructed the wyvern to pull back, and it did, managing to escape with just one inch. The wyvern flew into a loop and tried to get away, but Quin had already expended the mercy he had.

He kicked the air and lunged forward, a black sword forming in his hand. Lara didn’t dare step in now, this battle wasn’t hers yet. All she wanted was for that demon to weaken Quin so she would be able to finish him off.

Quin blitzed to the front of the demon. He was taken by surprise. His wyvern immediately tried to attack with a flame breath, but Quin dealt with it in a second. He thrust his sword fast, stabbing through the head of the wyvern and killing it instantly.

The demon leaped off the back of the wyvern as it collapsed to the ground. He looked at Quin with rage and lunged forward. He waved his hand in the air, and another circle formed above. Small birdlike creatures with rock-hard heads flew out in massive numbers.

They moved faster than an arrow, and an impact from them would shatter a normal human bone into bits.

Quin looked at the birds and clicked his tongue, then attacked. He moved fast, his sword slashing through each one, cutting them into bits despite their tough heads.

’I’m guessing this demon is some sort of summoner. Being capable of summoning this many creatures and also a wyvern, he is definitely high level. I should take him out now, he’s too much of a risk,’ Quin thought. He moved forward and slashed through all the birds in a matter of seconds, blood spraying in all directions.

The demon saw that all his summons had been killed. He immediately turned tail and flew down, heading fast toward the ground.

"No way will I allow you to get into the kingdom," Quin said and shot down himself, flying so fast that he caught up in seconds. The demon looked behind him and saw Quin. He panicked and immediately took out his demon wings, adding even more speed.

Quin’s black sword gleamed in the moonlight as he descended like a shadow behind the fleeing demon. His movements were precise, almost lazy, yet impossibly fast—like a predator enjoying the thrill of tormenting its prey.

The demon’s wings flapped violently, tearing through the night as he tried to gain distance, sweat running down his temple despite his regeneration. His body screamed in pain, every wound Quin had inflicted barely closing before another strike tore it open.

"Stop running," Quin said calmly, his voice carrying through the night as if he stood right beside him. "You’ll only make me chase longer. And trust me... I can do this all night."

The demon cursed under his breath and spread his hands. A massive circle lit up behind him, its crimson glow staining the night sky. Two wyverns burst forth, their wings snapping open with violent gusts of wind. Their roars shook the air as they immediately turned to intercept Quin.

The demon didn’t wait; he dove lower, hoping the distraction would buy him time.

The first wyvern spewed fire, while the second came at Quin with talons sharp enough to shred stone. Quin barely twitched. With a single swing, his sword cut through the talons, severing one claw before he spun mid-air and plunged the blade into the fire-breathing beast’s throat. The wyvern gargled out a final screech as flames sputtered from its jaws before its body plummeted like a falling star.

The second wyvern attempted to escape, but Quin wasn’t merciful. He extended his hand, grasping at the empty air. The wyvern jerked mid-flight as if caught by invisible chains. It let out a horrified screech before Quin closed his fist, its body collapsing inward, bones shattering as blood mist filled the air.

The demon’s eyes widened in terror. "Impossible...!"

Quin didn’t answer. His cold gaze shifted back to him, and in the next instant, he was right at his side again. The demon flinched, swinging his claws out desperately, but Quin sidestepped and tapped his shoulder lightly with the blunt side of his sword.

Boom!

The force of the tap was monstrous. The demon spun through the air, coughing blood as his shoulder nearly tore apart from the impact.

"Still alive? You’re tougher than most," Quin muttered, almost bored. "But not tough enough."

The demon’s healing tried to catch up, sizzling across his wounds, but Quin never allowed it to finish. Each time flesh began knitting together, the black sword would strike again, carving across his ribs, slashing his thigh, or piercing just deep enough to reopen every scar. It wasn’t a fight anymore, it was a slow dismantling.

Desperation clawed at the demon’s heart. He roared and flung his arms wide, summoning another circle. From it, flocks of those hardened, birdlike creatures erupted once more, but this time there were hundreds, blotting out the stars.

The swarm screeched as they dove in, aiming to overwhelm by sheer numbers.

Quin finally smiled, though it was cold and sharp. "More birds? You’re making this too easy."

He moved. His figure blurred, becoming afterimages slicing through the swarm. Each stroke of his sword carried an eerie precision, cutting through one, two, five creatures at once. Heads burst, wings severed, blood sprayed in scarlet arcs. Within moments, the flock that had once filled the sky was nothing but raining corpses.