Reincarnated as a Mushroom?

Chapter 37: The Final Stand 2

The high priestess required no additional prompting.

She raised her staff.

A brilliant glow emerged from the staff's tip which illuminated the battlefield with sacred illumination.

And then

Magic surged.

A powerful teleportation magic spell covered the battlefield to transport all remaining human fighters who battled against the mushroom horde.

The tired swordsman experienced his body rise into the air.

His body floated upward as a bubble enveloped him while he ascended toward the sky.

He barely managed to understand the situation before he became aware of his situation.

It wasn't just him.

Every human being who had survived or not survived floated through the air.

Each human disappeared one after another.

The entire mushroom army remained motionless in complete shock.

The enemy forces stood helpless while their adversaries disappeared from sight.

The high priestess showed signs of intense stress by clenching her jaw. Sweat dripped down her face.

The magic drained her energy but she continued the spell without stopping.

The humans disappeared one by one until they all vanished from sight.

A single human group survived the massacre.

The strongest.

The blonde warrior strengthened his hold on his enormous sword.

He informed them with a stoic expression that distractions no longer existed. "Let's finish this."

He took a step forward.

The ground beneath him shattered.

And then

His blade cut through the air causing it to vibrate.

A single figure maintained his position in the midst of battlefield chaos that raged endlessly. He planted his foot on the ground which broke apart before he stabilized himself for the approaching destruction.

His sword grip remained steady like an integral part of his body. His lungs received a deep breath before he began.

ROOOOOOOOAAAAAR!

A war cry erupted from his throat, shaking the very air around him. The force of his voice alone sent a chill through the battlefield. It was a declaration, a warning, a promise of absolute destruction.

Then, with one powerful swing, he struck.

The Hero's Blade carved through the battlefield, unleashing a devastating cutting wave. It was not just a simple slash—this was a force of pure annihilation. The energy surged forward, slicing effortlessly through everything in its path.

SHHHHHHHHHRRRKKK!

A line of devastation was carved into the war-torn ground, as dozens of mushroom creatures were split apart, their bodies disintegrating under the force of the attack. Even those that weren't directly struck were sent tumbling backward from the sheer shockwave of the swing.

Yet before the dust could even settle, another figure had already taken action.

A shadow flickered through the air.

The ninja had moved.

His hands clasped together, forming a familiar sign one that had been made famous by a certain orange-jacketed boy from another world.

And then.

He multiplied.

One became ten. Ten became fifty. Fifty became a hundred.

The sky itself seemed to darken as his clones filled the air. Each one wielded a blade, each one prepared to strike.

The Whirlpool Blade Technique activated.

Twenty-five blades spun at once, generating a vortex of cutting force that roared through the battlefield like a hurricane of steel. The clones followed suit, forming an overwhelming storm of slashes that rained down upon the mushroom forces.

SCHHHHKKKKK!

Screams echoed as the enemy was shredded, their bodies torn apart by the relentless assault.

Yet, amidst the carnage, something stirred.

A massive shadow loomed from within the ranks of the mushroom army.

A towering figure, its enormous cap stretching outward like an umbrella, stepped forward.

This was no ordinary soldier.

This was a Mage Mushroom.

Its structure was dense, its body reinforced like armor. Unlike its lesser kin, it did not flinch in the face of the oncoming storm.

Instead, it raised its cap.

The air around it shifted.

A spell was forming.

Before the ninja's attack could fully land, the Mage Mushroom's protective barrier activated. A shimmering dome of energy surrounded it, deflecting the incoming blades. The clones were sent flying, their strikes unable to penetrate the powerful magical shield.

Behind the Mage Mushroom, its allies gathered, preparing their own counterattack.

The enemy mages began chanting, their voices echoing in unison.

A powerful spell was about to be unleashed.

But then.

BANG!

A single, deafening gunshot rang out.

The battlefield froze.

And then.

SPLAT!

The Mage Mushroom's head exploded.

Its massive cap, once a symbol of its power, was now nothing but a scattered mess of spores and gore.

The spell never finished.

Before anyone could even react

BANG! BANG! BANG!

More shots followed.

The enemy mages fell one by one, their faces obliterated before they could even understand what had happened.

From afar, standing atop a small pile of rubble, the shooter calmly lowered his smoking rifle.

His face was unreadable. His stance relaxed. It was as if he had merely been swatting away insects.

But his job wasn't finished.

A sneezing mushroom, one of the few remaining enemy spellcasters, had witnessed everything. It trembled in fury, its body swelling as it prepared a devastating counterattack.

And it wasn't alone.

A group of explosive mushrooms rushed forward, their bodies already ignited, ready to detonate upon impact.

A true artillery barrage was coming.

But the shooter?

He didn't even blink.

He exhaled, calmly loading another cartridge into his shotgun.

Click.

He tossed it into the air like a coin.

Click.

It landed perfectly into the chamber.

Click.

The gun was cocked and ready.

Then, with a slight smirk, he pulled the trigger.

BOOOOM!

A hailstorm of incendiary pellets was unleashed.

Each shot split into dozens of smaller projectiles, turning into a devastating scatter shot that tore through the battlefield.

The explosive mushrooms never made it.

Their bodies were shredded before they could even reach their target.

And the sneezing mushroom?

It could do nothing.

Its body was ripped apart, its spores igniting in the air, turning it into nothing but ash.

The battlefield roared once more, as the human forces pushed forward.

The tamer, standing nearby, reached into her bag.

A small, delicate hand retrieved a powder compact.

She opened it, applying a bit of makeup to her face.

Then, she smiled.

Her other hand reached into the depths of her pouch.

From within, a deep, menacing growl rumbled.

A clawed hand emerged.

The creatures had no idea.

They had no idea what horror was about to be unleashed upon them.