Heroine Creation: All My Summons Are Custom Made

Chapter 251: This Demon Scout Is Proof [Bonus Chapter]

Back in Lancet and Astensia’s zone, more killing and clearing continued. The town’s broken stone lanes narrowed and widened in uneven stretches as they advanced, cliffs and old quarry walls rising on either side in jagged tiers.

The miasma was cleared where Espel had already passed, and the lands had been reborn, free of Demon rot and as new as the day the town was built. Every few steps another Demon lunged out of an alley, dropped from a ledge, or came clawing up from the broken earth itself.

Lancet killed each and all of them. Notifications filled his vision, and not just from him, but from Astensia, Thor, Kestrel and even Spectra.

All their kills fed him EXP and Creativity Points. Not just that; their kills also charged his Phantom Ring.

Twenty-seven...

Thirty-one...

Thirty-seven...

When Astensia registered her 110th kill, Lancet felt the ring in his finger pulse hot with stored force.

Forty-two charges.

A Bug Demon burst from a broken wall toward her shoulder, and she had simply caught it mid-lunge with her left hand, fingers clamping around its throat. She squeezed and the insect shattered like a biscuit.

[Heroine, Astensia, has killed a Demon (Rank: Fallen)]

”PATH CLEAR!” she barked, wrenching her blade free.

Lancet looked away from his screen and headed towards her. But unbeknownst to him, a giant spear was coming right at him!

It struck from far away with a shriek of force, hurling straight for Lancet’s back.

By the time he knew what was happening, Astensia had already reacted.

She caught the spear in one hand, the impact ringing like a bell struck by thunder. Astounded, she lifted her gaze toward the source of the throw, her golden helm flashing in the light.

On top of a dome-like building built into a slab of rock, Astensia saw what was definitely a semi-sentient Demon standing in a hunched, watchful posture. It was humanoid, with limbs long and powerful, and a silhouette that was sharp against the sky.

It had thrown the spear with deliberate force, and now it stared down at them with a cruel, intelligent stillness.

Astensia’s eyes hardened.

Then her hand tightened. With a sharp squeeze, she snapped the spear in two.

Lancet turned fully and looked at the Demon in the distance. He squinted in recognition.

”Is that a—”

”A Demon Scout,” Astensia said, the words coming out like an accusation. She stood straight, glaring at the Demon. ”You were right about us coming here, Master Lancet. The Second World is clearly not living up to the truce. This Demon Scout is proof.”

The Scout suddenly leapt from the dome, trying to flee into the next structure as if it had already realized it was outmatched. Astensia’s eyes narrowed.

Quickly, she raised her greatsword. ”Blessed Blade form!” Gold light exploded around the weapon. ”Blessed Lance!”

The Blessed Blade lengthened and transformed in her hands into a giant golden lance, its shaft burning with a radiant force that made the air around it ripple.

Astensia hurled the lance without relenting.

The projectile tore through the air in a mini-second. The Demon Scout twisted mid-leap, trying to avoid the strike, but the weapon struck the building behind it anyway and detonated in a brilliant golden combustion.

The dome roof burst apart. Stone shattered and the Scout was thrown forward into the open street in a spray of dust and broken masonry.

Astensia held out her hand and the lance returned to her grip in a sweep of gold and steel.

The weapon reshaped itself instantly, flowing back into its greatsword form as it settled once more into her hand.

Knowing immediately that it would not survive, the Demon Scout scrambled to its feet and tried to run.

Astensia grimaced, showing no intention to let it escape.

With a thunderous leap, she crossed the street faster than the eye could see. The Scout looked back and saw her looming over it. Its six eyes widened in terror, all of its confidence gone in an instant.

When she landed, Astensia caught it by the back of the neck with one hand and slammed it face-first into the ground.

Stone cracked. Dust burst outward. The Demon Scout grunted in pain as she dragged it chest and face down across the rocky earth while it ate stones and painted the ground with blood. Then, she flung the Scout away in a wide arc toward another building.

As it was flying, Astensia’s voice cut across the street again.

”Blessed Blade form!” The greatsword split and reshaped in a flash of radiant gold. ”Blessed Axe!”

The weapon shifted into a massive gleaming axe just as the Scout slammed through the wall of the building ahead of it. Astensia spun once on her heel and hurled the axe after it with a force that made the air crack.

The axe struck the Demon in its spin, then with a golden energy, it kept spinning, pushing the Demon through walls of buildings.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

Wall after wall. Building after building.

Each impact drove the Demon Scout deeper through the cluster of ruined structures, its body spinning and tearing through stone and wood alike as the Blessed Axe shredded its flesh and spine in a trail of splintered masonry and bursting dust.

The Demon’s dying roar came out in broken pieces as it was hammered through the remains of Deathrock’s half-collapsed buildings, until the axe finally tore free of the chain of destruction and returned to Astensia’s hand in a flash of gold.

The weapon settled back into the Blessed Blade.

Astensia looked furious. Not at the Scout alone.

At the entire ruined city. The truce. The lie. The fact that something like that had been hiding in the cracks of Deathrock all this time.

”We must scourge away from this land,” she said, her voice low and shaking with a kind of righteous fury that made even Lancet pause.

He stared at her, shocked.

That was not the gentle Astensia he had come to know. This was her at her truest form. The Ironwill Knight at the height of battle, the woman who had once held the Greatest Gate and refused to let the world fall while she still had breath in her lungs.

Behind them, the streets they had already cleared began to brighten again.

Espel had arrived.

She stepped into view at the edge of the street, her expression blank as usual as she stared at the giant tunnel the Scout had been shattered through.

”What happened now?” she asked.