I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod
Chapter 115: Death Spare

Chapter 115: Death Spare

The battlefield thundered with roars of war. Aamir stood tall beside his friends and Master Haider Ali, bloodied but unbowed. Behind them, Aryavrata’s remaining forces formed up. Healer Mages knelt in rows behind the lines, weaving healing spells over the wounded. The stench of smoke, blood, and mana saturated the air.

Suddenly, the skies rumbled.

—

Far away, at the mountain’s edge...

Veerendra and Ivanka’s clash had escalated beyond human comprehension. With a shout, Veerendra swung his sword in a wide arc—

BOOM!

A mountain behind Ivanka split clean in half from the sheer force of the slash.

Ivanka’s expression twisted in fury. She raised her hand and fired a concentrated energy beam, tearing through the terrain, disintegrating trees, rocks, and everything in its path as it screamed toward Veerendra.

Just as it reached him—

CLANG!

Veerendra deflected it with his bare hand.

Ivanka’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"What... but how?!"

Veerendra’s voice was like thunder.

"You were drunk on your own power, proud to reach the Limit-Breaker Tier. But I—"

His eyes glowed crimson.

"—I’ve long since mastered it. You are a child wielding fire you don’t understand."

Ivanka’s lips curled. "That’s impossible!"

Veerendra stepped forward.

"No. It’s not."

Desperate, Ivanka summoned a powerful artifact—sky-blue wings of ethereal energy burst from her back. She shot into the sky like a comet, flying toward the main battlefield.

Veerendra summoned the same artifact, wings spreading behind him as he soared after her.

"You can’t run, Ivanka!"

"I’m not running," she shouted over her shoulder. "I’m ending this war!"

—

Back on the main battlefield...

The Valkorian reinforcements had joined Calonia’s forces—75,000 enemy soldiers now bore down on Aryavrata’s defenders.

But Aamir and his friends stepped into the storm like titans.

A soldier lunged at Aamir—he sidestepped, bending low, and smashed the attacker’s legs with a sweeping kick. The soldier collapsed—

CRACK!

—before Aamir finished him with a brutal axe kick to the skull.

Another came from behind with twin daggers.

Aamir twisted, caught his arm mid-swing, and hurled him into a group of advancing troops.

Meanwhile—

Seenu’s sword blazed with orange flames, every slash turning enemies into ash. He moved like a storm of fire, shouting a battle cry that echoed across the field.

Riya floated slightly above the ground, casting magic without a wand or incantations. Her control was absolute.

A terrified soldier screamed,

"She—she’s a Magus! She’s not a mage—she’s something else!"

Kunal and Meera, wielding their twin daggers with precision, moved like ghosts through the chaos, slashing necks and slicing tendons, never stopping.

Raj, calm and sharp-eyed, used his pressure point technique, each precise strike causing soldiers to crumple in agony without a single wasted motion.

And in the heart of it—

Haider Ali faced five enemy generals at once, his great blade dancing with deadly grace.

A General shouted,

"He’s just one old man—flank him!"

Too late.

SLASH!

One fell, neck slit clean.

Haider growled,

"You think age weakens resolve? Come... I’ll teach you what it means to stand against Aryavrata."

—

Suddenly—

A powerful boom echoed in the sky.

Everyone turned to see two figures racing through the air—Ivanka and Veerendra. The sky trembled with their clash as they streaked toward the battlefield.

Aamir looked up, fists clenched.

Haider Ali ducked and slammed his fist into the chest of the first general charging from the front.

CRACK!

The man flew back, armor dented inward.

A second general dropped from above with a high spinning kick—

WHAM!

Haider raised his arm and blocked it mid-air with a solid thud. But the third came from behind, sliding under and driving a blade into Haider’s ribs.

Haider winced. Blood seeped through his robes—but he roared, turning sharply and elbowing the third attacker away, then swept his blade in a wide arc, forcing all three generals back.

The five enemy commanders panted, eyeing him with disbelief.

"He’s not human," one of them muttered.

Haider Ali chuckled darkly, wiping blood from his mouth.

"Hm? What happened? Tired already?"

The soldiers around them paused mid-fight, unable to look away.

"He’s... fighting five generals at once?"

"And holding his ground! Who is this man?!"

—

Meanwhile—

BOOM!

Above the battlefield, Veerendra and Ivanka clashed in midair like crashing meteors, shockwaves rippling across the sky.

Steel met magic, rage met fury.

"Now," Ivanka said, her voice echoing unnaturally. "It’s time."

She suddenly stopped midair, then descended rapidly, landing in the center of the battlefield with an earth-shaking crack.

Dust exploded around her. Flames and blood surrounded her.

She raised her hand—and behind her, a swirling dark portal opened.

From it, five hooded mages in black and crimson robes stepped out, one by one, their eyes glowing ominously.

The air turned cold.

Ivanka’s voice was sharp, commanding—

"Protect me. I need time to prepare the Death Seal Sphare."

The five nodded silently and formed a protective circle around her, their staffs glowing with ancient sigils. A dome-shaped barrier enveloped them all.

Then—

Ivanka took out a strange ancient artifact, shaped like a dagger entwined with bone and obsidian.

She knelt on one knee, stabbed it into the ground—and whispered in an old, long-forgotten tongue.

The artifact began to glow violently, pulsing with black light.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOOOM!

Three dark pulses erupted from it in slow, thunderous waves—

Each wave sweeping across the battlefield like a shockwave of death.

Riya gasped, holding her head.

"This mana—it’s... necrotic. Something is wrong!"

Aamir’s eyes narrowed.

"She’s raising the dead."

And then—

All around them, the dead bodies scattered across the field began to glow with black energy.

Broken warriors. Shattered enemies. Fallen friends.

Their corpses began to twitch.

Bones cracked.

Eyes glowed red.

Armor rattled as the dead began to rise—pulled unnaturally toward Ivanka, as if feeding her power.

A chorus of whispers echoed in the wind.

The battlefield began to shake.

Seenu stared in horror.

"No... she’s using a forbidden ritual. She’s drawing power from every soul that died here!"

Ivanka, eyes closed, began to levitate slightly within the barrier.

Veerendra roared from the sky—

"IVANKA, STOP THIS MADNESS!"

But the mages guarding her raised their staffs, and a barrier surged upward, blocking his path.

The sky darkened. The clouds twisted.

Ivanka opened her eyes—void-black, soulless—and whispered:

"Let the dead return... and end the living."

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield, broken only by the moans of rising corpses and the sizzling hum of ancient magic.

Ivanka hovered inches above the ground, encased in the barrier alongside the five dark mages.

She raised her hands slowly, and a swirling black vortex began to form in her palms—like a miniature galaxy of shadows and hatred.

It crackled with chaotic energy, pulling in particles of light and dark from all directions.

The air grew colder with each passing second.

The ground beneath her cracked as if rejecting her very presence.

Her voice echoed, layered with something inhuman—

"Devour the light... Death Sphere: Genesis."

The black ball in her hands began to grow—

Basketball-sized. Football-sized. Then larger.

It pulsed like a beating heart, absorbing the dark energy from the undead rising around her.

The soldiers of Aryavrata, already struggling against Valkorian forces, began to panic.

Aamir’s system pinged urgently.

[WARNING: Catastrophic Threat Detected]

[Anomaly: Forbidden Ritual Detected – Code: END DECREE]

[Immediate Intervention Required]

Aamir’s eyes widened. His instincts screamed.

He dashed forward, lightning with blue flames crackling around his body.

"I can’t let her finish that spell!"

He lunged at full speed—faster than sound—targeting the closest dark mage.

His punch landed like thunder—

BOOM!

—but struck only a barrier of glowing red runes.

The ground around the barrier cracked from the force, but the barrier itself?

Not even a scratch.

Aamir staggered back, clenching his fist.

"Damn it... it’s protected by a multi-layered ward seal. I can’t break it alone!"

Seenu stepped forward, fire raging around his sword.

"Then we break it together."

Kunal and Meera nodded, spinning their twin daggers.

Raj cracked his knuckles, veins glowing faintly from internal energy flow.

Riya raised both hands, spell circles forming in the air without a single word.

Aamir turned to them all.

"Attack together! Now!"

The five heroes charged at once—

A surge of flames, lightning, wind, martial force, and pure magic colliding with the barrier at the same time—

BOOOOOOM!!!

The shockwave blew across the battlefield like a storm.

—

Inside the barrier, Ivanka didn’t flinch.

The Death Sphere grew larger. Too large.

She opened her eyes slowly—now entirely black, no pupils.

And she whispered, calm and cruel—

"You’re too late."

Ivanka stood with her arms raised, the massive Death Sphere floating above her like a black sun.

It pulsed ominously, sending out waves of dark energy, twisting the air and warping the sky itself.

Aamir and his friends stood outside the unbreakable barrier, struggling to break through.

Cracks had begun to form, but it was not enough.

Ivanka opened her eyes, now glowing a deep abyssal black.

Her voice echoed across the battlefield.

"It’s futile to resist now."

She looked directly at Aamir, then slowly scanned across his friends—Riya, Seenu, Raj, Kunal, Meera.

"Your efforts are pointless."

"It’s almost complete."

"You’re all going to die here—and now."

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