Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son-Novel

Chapter 753 753 World Crushing Gauntlets

The skies above the battlefield, once a canvas of serene blue, now erupted into a storm of artillery fire.

Like a torrential downpour, shells rained down upon Mordrak, each one a glowing harbinger of destruction. The Celestial Platoon had called down a devastating barrage, turning the tide of the battle into a spectacle of awe and terror.

Mordrak, his massive form silhouetted against the onslaught, roared defiantly. The ground around him erupted in explosions, plumes of fire and debris soaring into the sky.

Each impact sent shockwaves that could be felt even at the furthest reaches of the battlefield.

Aldred, standing a safe distance away, watched as Mordrak attempted to fend off the barrage. The demon admiral swung his hammers with wild abandon, shattering shells mid-air, but for each one destroyed, dozens more took its place.

The relentless bombardment was a test of endurance and resilience.

"This demon admiral isn't that special," Aldred said. "Zelthrax was much more destructive. Perhaps she's the strongest of them all."

Suddenly, a projection appeared in front of him. It was Rayanor. "Aldred, when can I attack?"

"Wait for a bit. I will give you the opportunity to assure the kill."

The bombardment ceased as abruptly as it had begun, leaving a scene of apocalyptic devastation in its wake. Mordrak, emerging from the smoldering craters, was a vision of demonic resilience. His wounds, grievous and numerous, began to close rapidly, dark energy knitting his flesh together. Yet, the onslaught had taken its toll; he stood slightly hunched, his breathing heavy, a titan wearied by the relentless fury of the Celestial Platoon.

Aldred, observing this, knew the moment was ripe. "Time to end this," he murmured, determination etched in his features. With a burst of speed, he closed the distance between himself and Mordrak. His blade, glowing with a fierce energy, was raised high, poised for a decisive blow.

But Aldred had more than just raw strength. As he neared the demon admiral, he employed his most formidable ability.

In a blur of motion, he cloned himself – once, twice, thrice. Within moments, there were eight Aldreds surrounding Mordrak, each an exact replica, their blades reflecting the light of the fires around them.

Mordrak, taken aback by this sudden multiplication, growled in frustration. "Trickery!" he spat, swinging his hammers in wide arcs, trying to keep the encircling Aldreds at bay. "You cannot defeat me with mere illusions!"

But these were no mere illusions. Each Aldred moved with the skill and precision of the original, their coordinated attacks a whirlwind of lethal grace. They darted in and out, their blades finding their mark time and again. The sounds of steel biting into flesh, the sight of eight warriors moving as one – it was a dance of death, choreographed to perfection.

Mordrak, despite his brute strength, found himself overwhelmed. He roared and lashed out, but for every strike he landed, he received countless more. His movements became sluggish, his reactions dulled by fatigue and pain. The circle of Aldreds tightened, their attacks growing more ferocious, a relentless storm from which there was no escape.

Up above, Rayanor watched, his body tense, like a predator waiting for the signal to pounce. He saw Mordrak falter, saw the synchrony of the Aldreds' assault. His hand hovered over the trigger mechanism, his muscles coiled in anticipation.

Then, the signal came. Aldred's voice cut through the chaos, clear and commanding. "Now, Rayanor! Strike!"

Rayanor didn't hesitate. With a ferocious cry, he activated his jetpack and activated his magic power, propelling himself from the sky at mach 8. He became a meteor, a human projectile aimed directly at the heart of the battle.

Mordrak, sensing the impending doom, tried to raise his hammers for one last, desperate defense. But the Aldreds, sensing their opportunity, intensified their assault, leaving no room for the demon to maneuver.

Rayanor, his form enveloped in a fiery aura from the sheer speed, crashed into Mordrak with the force of a thousand suns. The impact was cataclysmic, a shockwave rippling outwards, throwing the Aldreds back and tearing a massive crater in the battlefield.

When the dust settled, Rayanor stood in the center of the crater, his breathing heavy, his armor scorched and smoking. At his feet lay Mordrak, the demon admiral, finally defeated. His body, battered beyond recognition.

[You have killed Mordrak The Steel Giant]

'A pretty weak demon for such grand title,' Aldred thought.

[Experience Gained: 135,000 EXP]

[Rewards: Heart of the Abyss, Gauntlets of Endless Might, 50,000 Gold]

"Cih. So little gold."

[Gauntlets of Endless Might]

[Gauntlets of Endless Might (Legendary)]

•tIncrease Strength by 2000%

•tIncrease Vitality by 1800%

•Passive: Unyielding Grip – Grants the ability to manipulate and crush objects with unparalleled force, enhancing hand-to-

hand combat capabilities.

•Passive: Indestructible – Renders the wearer's arms impervious to physical damage and environmental extremes.

•Active Skill: Titan's Fury – Temporarily boosts physical strength and attack speed, allowing for devastating blows.

•Active Skill: Earthshaker – Channeling energy into the ground, creates shockwaves capable of toppling structures and unbalancing foes.

•Synergy: Enhances Sword Art skills, adding brutal force to sword strikes.

"Not bad."

[Aldred]

Level: 186 (Adamantite Rank)

Health Points: 550,692 /550,692

Titles: Treasure Boy, Giant Killer, Little Hunter, True Warrior, Ork Killer, Demon Slayer, Bug Exterminator, Brave Explorer, One Man Army, One Against Billions, Savior, Pyro Master.

Power:

•Fire Manipulation (Click to show the list of skills)

•Water Manipulation (Click to show the list of skills)Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

•Air Manipulation

•Earth Manipulation

•Mana Manipulation

•Non-Elemental

•Shape Shift Lv. 4 (Click to show the list of morphs)

•Racial Ability (Click to show the list of racial abilities)

•Sword Art (Click to show the list of Sword Art)

Attributes:

Strength: 36,660

Vitality: 36,144

Intelligence: 48,748

Dexterity: 42,352

Stat Points: 776

Skill Points: 776

Rayanor, still catching his breath from the monumental attack, watched Aldred with a mix of confusion and awe. He could sense the surge in Aldred's strength, a palpable aura of power that seemed to emanate from him. His gaze then fell on the Gauntlets of Endless Might that now adorned Aldred's hands, their legendary aura unmistakable.

"Those gauntlets… they're not just any artifact, are they?" Rayanor asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.

Aldred turned his hands over, observing the gauntlets with a thoughtful expression. "These are the Gauntlets of Endless Might," he replied, his voice carrying a note of respect for the item's power. "A tool of immense strength, capable of altering the very fabric of battle."

Rayanor stepped closer, intrigued. "They look like they could crush mountains."

"More than that," Aldred said, clenching his fists and feeling the raw energy coursing through the gauntlets. "They could, theoretically, crush an entire world."