Reincarnated With A Summoning System

Fifty kilometers from the Farm, a battered Demon with a gaping hole in the chest of his armor, right over his heart appeared and dropped to the ground with a solid thud.

"Damn that Ancient. My Resurrection Amulet was single-use, and that monster managed to one-shot me. I will have to find another before I face him again. And a more competent army. How they managed to lose to an army of summons after I put so much effort into giving the Mages a Mythic Anti-Magic barrier is a mystery only the Gods themselves know." He muttered.

The General of Morgeth's army was not in a good mood, especially as he only had one percent of his health left after the resurrection amulet took effect, and his everything hurt. Even parts inside him that shouldn't be able to hurt somehow did.

Downing a pair of Health Potions, he climbed to his feet and started making his way back toward the shore, where he would be out of the enemy territory and into a relatively safe neutral area.

He knew he had to come up with a plan quickly before that bimbo named Morgeth who he had been using as a shield against assassins got any bright ideas and started taking over the cities he had captured and turning them against him, using his own orders.

He didn't know yet that the effects had all ended the moment that he died, the General fully expected to come back to loyal and compliant populations. His skill was an amazing one but every skill had some sort of limitation, and this one required decisiveness. He couldn't give an order that directly countermanded one that he had given before.

He had made the cities that they captured loyal to the "Army of Morgeth", so if he was declared a traitor, he wouldn't be able to make them loyal to himself again without releasing everyone and carefully rephrasing his orders.

That was dozens of cities he would have to return to if he didn't act in time. Unacceptable, but he would find a way, he always did.

The Demon General wasn't the only one with a strong impression of the battle. On the far side of the Southern Continent, a blue-haired elven woman was watching the whole thing through a crystal ball with a shocked look on her face.

"What sort of Combat Power is that? You didn't tell me that an Ancient could one-shot a warrior a whole awakened rank above themselves." The young Elf told the equally youthful-looking woman sitting next to her.

"That's because it's ridiculous, nonsensical, and implausible. Don't judge your impression of Ancients by that one, he is the favored one of the Laughing God, and he has hidden tricks that even the treacherous scum that are called the Human Gods would be proud of." The Librarian told her protege with a vicious smile.

She had waited so long for the Ancient to return to free her from an eternal life as a Puppet, not knowing if he was ever coming back, and then today she was just suddenly freed with no warning, right in the middle of an epic battle for a single farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.

Nothing made any sense anymore, but she had seen enough to know that either Ancient Cain or his people would be here at the End Of The World portal soon enough.

Her viewing spell had already shown her what she needed to know. He knew what the End of the World was now, and he had dispatched a Seraphim and an insane young Dragon her way. Why he would trust them with such a mission was beyond her understanding, but the Seraphim had a good reputation everywhere, so maybe the Dragon was just a bodyguard?

If he had sent that bloodthirsty Demon and the Leviathan, they would likely be here by now, and they could have brought that lazy Ancient with them.

"Where did he even go for a thousand years?" She complained, while her acolyte smiled, used to the Librarian's random outbursts after years of experience.

She had trained a dozen others in the ways of the Ancients as a failsafe over the years since Youkai and Elves lived for a millennium or longer if they didn't suffer a tragic death. The books themselves had all been painstakingly manually copied by each acolyte and securely hidden in various spots that they were certain would survive even if they didn't.

So long as one of them lived, the knowledge that the Ancient needed would live on.

The acolyte turned back to her entertainment in the Crystal ball and saw that the battle seemed to be cleaned up faster than expected.

"They paralyzed and put as many to sleep as they could so that they didn't have to kill them all." The Librarian told her, shaking her head at the excess.

"One day, I will be that cool. Just imagine, being able to actually use all of these spells and do things like that in a battle between Awakened." The Acolyte sighed.

She had learned soon after she started copying the Ancient Scripts that even though she had learned to read them from the Librarian, many of the spells simply couldn't be used by anyone but an Ancient, including the one that the Librarian was after which would revoke her status as a Puppet and let her resume a normal life span.

Cain sneezed and looked up from his work checking the damage reports around the farm, wondering who might be thinking poorly of him. It was a silly superstition from his past life, but he was quite sure that this time someone really was talking about him behind his back.

"Must be that General cursing my name. Hopefully, the patrols catch up to him. I will keep killing him until he stops resurrecting even if it takes me a year." Cain muttered, annoyed at his failure to kill a single Warrior.