The Demonic Games (Disgardium Book #7): LitRPG Series by Dan Sugralinov (iphone ebook reader TXT) 📗

but with his help, I could solve the problem of my enemies once and for all. I couldn’t afford to make a fatal error… Although it wasn’t like the situation could get worse.

Fine, teach me how.

In mental images, Despot showed me what to do and which words to say. A Summoning Pentagram appeared before my eyes, and then his quietened voice said in my head: Water it with enemy blood and summon me.

Well, there was a use for Youlang…

My spirit bar was almost empty when I arrived at the Cursed Chasm churchyard. Before our flight ended, Youlang managed to finish casting Sheep, but the cast did nothing. In response, my Talon burst through the spellcaster’s chest. Youlang’s dead body began to fall slowly, then I rushed to Inchito, who was busy shooting at my allies, and sent him back to respawn with a single hit.

In the few seconds left before my quickening ended, I managed to draw the Summoning Pentagram, threw the spellcaster’s corpse onto it to make sure there was plenty of blood, then emerged from Clarity and shouted the curse!

Youlang’s body melted like wax, feeding the pentagram. Black beams shot from her corpse into the sky. The body evaporated and a spatial rift appeared in its place. With a thunder and rattle, Despot climbed out of it!

“Freedom!” he roared. “Finally!”

“There’ll be time to celebrate later, Horns. Get ready, you’re going to need all your speed to catch them all!”

I ordered my few surviving allies to make for the Pitfall. Judging by the raid list, we had around twenty people left. A pillar of light flashed up nearby — the gnome tailor Hox reviving. Squinting blindly, he looked at me and suddenly ran over, barreling into me and jabbing at me with a rusty knife. He dealt no damage, but didn’t seem to realize it, just kept stabbing away with the weapon like a needle on a sewing machine. He was looking down at the ground and shouting furiously:

“Die! Die! Die!”

Despot watched thoughtfully, his head bowed, but made no move to kill without my command. Hox really was bloodthirsty — first he’d been cutting at Destiny’s leg with that knife, and now at me. What a psycho!

I grabbed the front of his tunic and lifted him up before my face:

“Hox! It’s me, Scyth! Put your knife away before you hurt yourself!”

“Scyth?” He threw back his head, blinked, rubbed his eyes and put the knife away. “Didn’t recognize you… Where’re all the others?”

I showed him where our allies had gathered. The gnome ran off toward them, his bare feet pattering.

I went into Stealth, ordered the demon to hide in the shadows. We were ready to give a warm welcome to everyone stuck in Spirit Shackles. I chose the graveyard as their resurrection point.

Around a hundred enemies appeared at once, crowding the cemetery. Urkish’s head span, his elephant ears flapping. Vampire Riker materialized next to him, and a little off to the side — Smoothie. Messiah appeared and immediately got lost among the strong players.

In the meantime, dark knight Caville looked around and shouted:

“Heads up! Marcus is gone! I’m the leader now! Looks like the Threat threw him down the Pitfall, and now we’re the next target! Get ready for battle!”

“Fat chance!” Geyserix argued. The barbarian berserker’s gaze went glassy like he was reading information in the raid interface. “Let’s let all the officers elect a leader!”

“Once the Threat is dead, then we can vote!” Caville barked. “In the meantime… Everyone form up! Hunters, launch flares! Casters…”

“Sic em, Despot!” I shouted.

Groghgrghr-ing in excitement, the hellish tractor rattled off to reap its bloody harvest — materializing behind the back of the astonished barbarian Geyserix, he waved his halberd arms crosswise, slicing the lowlife into three pieces. The twenty-foot demon’s appearance demoralized the enemy. They broke in all directions, shouting in terror, but there was no escape from Horns — that was his talent. Despot cut down my enemies and I helped him, and by the time the Markers realized what was happening, we’d taken down over half of them. The demon’s blink-like movements were invisible to the naked eye and left little chance of escape, and I was hovering above the graveyard watching closely for anyone who might slip through.

I nearly took off Caville’s head with a blow, but the dark knight survived and bubbled up. Leaving him for a while, I looked around and found Smoothie — I had a personal dislike for her Ephemeral Web of Pacification. On my way to the mage girl, I sent a dwarf gunner back to the graveyard as he ran off to one side, then smashed through the chest of a troll warlock and took off an orc shaman’s head. Next I took out Smoothie, then Riker as he hid in stealth nearby, and Phobos, who tried to escape. Then I beat Messiah the magician into the ground. He represented no threat, but shrewd types like him had a way of surviving, and I didn’t want the artful dodger to outlast more worthy enemy fighters. After meting out vengeance against another enemy, I returned to Caville, who had lost his invulnerability, finished him off and then… I started to lose count.

“You could have left something for me!” the demon roared, breathing steam out through his nostrils and looking around the empty battlefield in disgust.

“They’ll all be back in a minute, ally. They’re undying, remember!”

I looked across all the loot filling the graveyard and hesitated, thinking about picking it up by hand, but thought better of it. I changed my Magnetism filter to only pick up items at uncommon rarity or above — my allies could use even those. Bam! Suddenly, I was pinned to the ground with Overburdened!

I had to throw something out before I could carry it all to my allies. They had gathered in