The Military Princess Won’t Fall in Love with a Magic Scientist

Chapter 180 : Chapter 180

Chapter 180. Logaris: Sudden Power-Up!

“Why?! Why is the world accommodating you?!” Ifreles felt a furious sense of absurdity.

With a roar, Ifreles whipped around and smashed out with an elbow.

But Logaris’s figure turned ghostly once again, phasing out like a phantom before scattering into countless black particles that dissolved into the air.

In the next second, hundreds of meters up in the sky, those black particles gathered again. Looking down from above at the red speck on the ground, Logaris hovered there with his tattered light wings gently beating behind him, like a god of judgment.

“What a disgustingly nostalgic ability!!” Ifreles shattered the earth beneath his feet and launched himself upward like a missile.

“Get down here!”

In midair, he flung both hands forward in rapid succession. Hundreds upon hundreds of lava fireballs, compressed to the absolute limit, materialized out of nowhere and blanketed the sky as they rained down toward Logaris.

Faced with that overwhelming barrage, Logaris remained suspended in the air, his ruined light wings fluttering softly behind him. He raised one finger and elegantly traced a circle in front of himself.

“‘Vor... Zalas...’” (Demonic Tongue)

Those ancient syllables again—so revolting they made the skin crawl!

By instinct, Ifreles wanted to open his mouth and answer with the same Demonic True Speech, to counter it and cancel it out. But the instant he tried to form the sound, a scorching agony rose from deep in his throat—the warning of the world’s laws, as though an invisible chain had clamped down across his vocal cords.

“Ungh!” Ifreles could only shut his mouth in frustration and watch helplessly as Logaris cheated.

Space twisted and folded at Logaris’s fingertip. The roaring lava fireballs, just as they were about to strike him, suddenly plunged into invisible pockets of space one after another.

Then, in the next instant—

behind Ifreles, above him, beneath him, countless spatial wormholes opened at once.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The attacks he himself had unleashed came crashing down upon his own body in full, returning at even greater speed and from even trickier angles than before.

The sky exploded in fire, turning the night above Winter City as bright as day.

“You bastard!!”

Ifreles burst out of the smoke and flames. Though his body was scorched black all over, that monstrous regenerative ability of his had already healed the wounds within a few breaths. The red glow in his eyes burned even brighter now—it was fury brought to its utmost extreme after being toyed with.

“I’ll tear you to pieces!!”

He accelerated again, his form turning into a streak of scarlet lightning as he tried to close the distance and force the fight into close combat.

But high above, Logaris raised his left hand. In midair, a unique spell sigil belonging only to him flared into existence—that was the research achievement he had been proudest of back when he was a professor at the academy, now forcibly driven to its ultimate limit by demonic power.

【Ultra-Long-Range Positioning Spell · Total Domain Lock-On】

As long as something lay within the range of his perception, every spatial coordinate was an attack point.

Logaris brought together the fingers of his right hand like a blade and slashed through empty air hundreds of meters away.

Rip!

Ifreles, who had been charging forward at high speed, suddenly jerked to a halt as a deep wound exploded open across his chest without warning, so deep that the bone beneath could be seen.

“What?!” Ifreles’s pupils contracted violently. He had not seen any trajectory of attack at all!

But that was only the beginning.

Logaris’s hands, sheathed in obsidian keratin, turned into blurs as he began slashing wildly through the empty air. At the same time, the obscure murmur coming from his mouth suddenly grew sharp and urgent, as though countless venomous souls were shrieking all at once.

“‘Rax... Ash'talo... Kree...!’” (Demonic Tongue: Infinite... Riftspace... Slash)

Rip! Rip! Rip! Rip! Rip!

A scene both bizarre and terrifying unfolded.

Ifreles was like a rag doll trapped at the heart of a storm, being cut and flung through the sky from one direction to another. One moment, a crack appearing from nowhere slashed him toward the left; the next, another wound suddenly opened across his back and smashed him downward; then a new fissure below him hurled him high into the air again.

There was no casting windup. No room to dodge.

Every black spatial fissure simply “spawned” directly on the surface of his body, slicing his keratin shell apart and ripping through his flesh.

Blood rained down in torrents, bursting into gorgeous clouds of red mist in midair.

In just a few breaths, the once-clear night sky looked as though some mischievous child had furiously scribbled across it with a black pen, filling it with dense, crisscrossing black fissures.

Ifreles was drenched in blood.

He tried to predict. He tried to evade. But these attacks made no sense whatsoever. They skipped over the entire “process” and preserved only the “result” of being hit.

He was being suppressed.

A Grand Duke of Hell—reduced in the mortal world to a plaything, battered around like a ball by some half-blood mongrel!

“Unforgivable!!!”

Ifreles let out an earth-shaking roar. The hellfire inside him erupted recklessly, forcibly shattering apart the tangled spatial fissures clinging around his body. Enduring the storm of slashes, he charged straight toward Logaris by brute force.

Yet then something even more disgusting happened—something so vile it made him want to curse out loud.

When he tried to rush upward, his body instead slid ten meters to the left.

When he predicted Logaris’s position and threw a punch to the right, his fist inexplicably crashed into his own knee instead.

And when he tried to retreat and reset his stance, he seemed to slam into an invisible wall of air and pitched forward instead.

Up and down were reversed. Left and right were scrambled. Front and back were confused.

Ifreles felt as though he had fallen into a giant kaleidoscope. All sense of direction had been stripped from him. Even the direction of gravity itself was changing more than ten times per second.

The dizziness was so intense it nearly made him vomit.

“This nauseating way of fighting... that bastard Astaroth!!”

Ifreles’s mouth twitched. The familiar disgust brought back certain very unpleasant memories.

Logaris paid no attention to his roaring.

He merely raised both hands slowly, his ten fingers moving through the air with blinding speed. As he did, the space around Ifreles began to solidify, forming a transparent cube visible to the naked eye.

No matter how hard Ifreles rammed against it, that cube remained like an inescapable prison, trapping him firmly in place.

It was a prison drawn from the very fabric of space.

The light wings behind Logaris flared open to their limit. Countless complex runes materialized around him, only to be forcibly infused by that obscure Demonic Tongue with violent abyssal magic.

“‘Sol... Iras... Vex...’” (Demonic Tongue: Aether... Disintegration... Corona.)

Hum—hum—hum—

The air itself began trembling, letting out a cry of unbearable strain.

Not one.

Thirty-six of them.

Thirty-six blinding crimson-gold spheres of light formed instantly around Ifreles, packing that cramped spatial cube so tightly that not a single gap remained.

A multiplied version of 【Aether Disintegration · Corona】!

Logaris gently pressed his finger downward.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom—!!!

Thirty-six suns erupted at the same time!

Terrifying energy ricocheted, stacked, and compressed over and over within that locked space.

In an instant, all things were swallowed by blinding white light. Above Winter City, it was as if a genuine newborn star had risen into the sky.

“AAAAAAHHHHH—!!!”

At the center of that brilliance came Ifreles’s shrill scream. Under the searing heat of the Aether Disintegration, his body was breaking down, regenerating, and breaking down again without end, enduring agony like being carved apart by a thousand blades.

A few seconds later, the light finally began to fade.

Ifreles’s body was already in tatters. Half of him had been charred black, and he was staggering as he tried to crawl out of the shattered remains of that spatial prison.

The instant Ifreles lifted his head, he met a pair of crimson eyes.

【Enthrallment Spell · Abyssal Reflection】

Ifreles’s movement abruptly froze.

In his vision, the world vanished. In its place remained only endless darkness.

And even a single instant of disorientation was enough.

Logaris raised his right hand high. In his palm, a spatial fissure so black it seemed capable of swallowing even light itself was being compressed and extended to the limit.

In the end, it transformed into a black blade of light a hundred meters long, suspended between heaven and earth.

“‘Ash'talo... Thul...’!” (Demonic Tongue: Riftspace... Heaven’s Execution.)

With that whisper, Logaris brought his arm down as if swinging a blade.

Sss—

A black line as thin as a strand of silk appeared between heaven and earth.

There was no explosion. No thunderous roar.

The whole world seemed to become a motionless oil painting, and that black line was the sharpest cutting knife in the painter’s hand.

It slashed brutally across Ifreles’s body—

and across the sky behind him as well.