Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 26: Another Mission

Clang!

A sharp, fierce sword strike, as aggressive as a wild wolf, ultimately failed to even touch Aizen’s clothes. Although Leo managed to keep hold of his sword, his hand had gone numb, and the web between his thumb and forefinger was torn.

The force that Aizen had suddenly unleashed was overwhelming, terrifyingly immense.

In the instant that his unexpected sword strike failed to pierce Aizen’s body, and when Aizen’s powerful inner strength erupted, Leo realized that he had severely underestimated his opponent.

He wanted to retreat! He needed to retreat! But there was nowhere to retreat to.

He was like a moth caught in a spider’s web, only able to wait helplessly as death approached.

From the moment Aizen had left the city, Leo had eagerly set his own trap. And from the moment Aizen drew his sword, Leo had unwittingly ensnared himself.

Aizen’s sword flashed like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the darkness like a serpent of thunder. After a clever loop-and-bind maneuver, his blade lashed out like a whip, with the speed and precision of a venomous snake or a shooting star.

Leo pushed his movement skills to the limit, leaping back with all his might. Even so, after retreating only four feet, he felt the icy touch of steel brush against his throat.

Aizen’s lashing strike had grazed Leo’s neck. If it had been an ordinary sword strike, it would have only cut the surface of his skin, far from fatal.

But this was no ordinary strike.

This attack was infused with powerful inner energy, carrying a sharpness akin to sword aura. It was fierce, terrifying, and utterly domineering!

Even though it wasn’t a full sword aura, the edge of the strike was so intense it could still wound.

Leo stumbled backward, a thin line of blood slowly spreading from the wound on his neck. His retreat was desperate, but Aizen didn’t let up; he chased Leo mercilessly.

Despite his injuries, Leo’s footwork remained impressive. His survival instinct flared to a peak, driving him to evade with unmatched determination. Even as Aizen pursued aggressively, he struggled to catch up to the backward-moving Aizen.

In a matter of moments, the distance between them had stretched to over fifteen feet. But Leo’s speed suddenly faltered, and he stumbled.

Blood continued to pour from the gash in his neck. Breathing grew more difficult, and it was a wonder he had managed to hold on this long. His eyes widened, filled with a desperate desire to live, but also an overwhelming fear of death.

As Leo’s pace faltered, Aizen lunged forward, closing the gap instantly. Aizen’s eyes began to lose their luster, and his entire body was drenched in his own blood. The cut on his neck had severed a fifth of his windpipe, and even that was enough to be fatal.

Shhhck!

Aizen’s expression remained icy, and he showed no mercy. His sword pierced into Leo’s heart.

Dark red blood slowly trickled down the blade, seeping toward the hilt and dripping onto the ground.

Leo’s body shuddered violently, as if in spasms. His pupils dilated, and with wide-open eyes, he succumbed to death.

Aizen frowned slightly. He felt fear, revulsion, a deep nausea rising in his gut at the sight of the bright red blood.

But he stood still. He knew these reactions were normal. If not for the bloodshed he had witnessed over the past half year in this brutal world, he would never have remained this calm.

But calm he must remain. Anyone who seeks to kill must always be composed.

He stared into Leo’s lifeless eyes. These were the eyes of a dead man. Aizen watched quietly, almost as if looking at his own reflection.

After a long moment, his fear dissipated, and a faint smile curled on his lips. He slowly withdrew the sword embedded in the corpse.

The sensation of the sword leaving the flesh told Aizen just how deep he had driven the blade.

It wasn’t just a few inches—it had gone deep.

A clean stab to the heart.

"What a pity."

As Leo’s lifeless body slumped to the ground, Aizen’s voice carried a hint of lament, like a rare moment of compassion from an executioner.

And it was indeed a pity. A fighter as powerful as Leo was rare among the hundred thousand black-clad disciples, and his death was a loss. But his death had been inevitable.

On the other side of the battlefield, only one of the Three Shades of Malevolence remained. The lone survivor attempted to flee, but escape was impossible.

His body had already been ravaged by poison, his skin turning black and blue.

Aizen scanned the area. The mountain hollow was devoid of hidden enemies. Leo had truly only brought his three most trusted lieutenants, leaving the other four Shades back in Demonic Mountain City.

"Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! Sister Lilith, I’ll serve you, I’ll be your loyal servant!"

The Eye-Gouging Shade, once a ruthless killer who didn’t hesitate to murder, was now groveling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly. He knew escape was impossible and that survival was unlikely, but even a dying fish struggles to live, let alone a human.

Aizen approached slowly. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind surged toward him.

The Eye-Gouging Shade’s eyes flared with a final burst of killing intent. In that instant, he sprang up and lunged at Aizen, thrusting a steel fork aimed directly at his eyes.

Aizen didn’t even pause. He calmly thrust his sword forward.

A simple, precise strike pierced the Eye-Gouging Shade’s left eye, skewering his head. The sword tip emerged from the back of his skull, still gleaming.

An eye for an eye, blood for blood.

The Eye-Gouging Shade’s body went rigid, and his steel fork fell to the ground with a clattering, lifeless thud. He was dead—completely, irrevocably dead.

Once, he had used that fork to stab into people’s eyes, piercing their brains and feasting on their eyeballs. Now, he had perished by the same method, slain by Aizen’s blade.

"It seems I’m easier to deal with," Aizen remarked lightly, drawing his sword from the Shade’s corpse.

"He begged me for mercy but still risked his life to kill you."

Lilith approached, bouncing gracefully from ten paces away. Her innocent, playful demeanor seemed out of place for someone who had just slaughtered without hesitation. Yet she was undeniably a blood-soaked warrior.

Aizen shrugged, wiping his sword clean on a corpse. "If you had been closer, he wouldn’t have dared to attack me."

Lilith pouted but didn’t argue, kneeling to search the Eye-Gouging Shade’s body for spoils.

Unfortunately, she only found a few ounces of silver—nothing else of value.

The other two Shades, riddled with darts, were similarly impoverished.

"Check Leo. He should have something worth taking," Aizen suggested as he cleaned the blood off his sword. His mind, however, had already drifted to his system interface.

Lilith’s eyes sparkled at his words, and she dashed toward Leo’s corpse as if it were a treasure chest waiting to be opened.

Meanwhile, Aizen’s face twisted into a wry smile. His heart felt heavy.

The system had triggered another mission.

"System Notice: Main Quest ’Disciple of the Demonic Path’ triggered

(activation requirement: kill ten people). Mission objective: Become an Outer Clan nDisciple of the Heaven Demon Clan within a month and earn the title of ’Demonic Disciple.’

Reward: 10,000 Activity Points, Intermediate Wisdom Chest with item selection privilege x1. Penalty for failure: Loss of all learned internal cultivation techniques."