Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
At The Backlines
???: [——You're annoying!]
With the raging fire that was spit by the Elemental Bow that Abbadon had, his flames had spread across the ground before only being wiped away by Marcus.
Marcus was wielding the form that allowed him to use Dark and Light Magic at once.
He was combining them to extinguish the Dark Flames and purifying them into normal flames that then would quickly be extinguished.
Marcus: [You otherworlders are so damn... arrogant!]
As Abbadon tried to overwhelm Marcus with his rapid consecutive blasts with his Elemental Bow, Marcus retaliated with a short light beam that shot through the next, hitting Abbadon in the shoulder.
It was able to tip him sideways, spinning and rolling in the air before falling backward.
Abbadon: [——Hhk!!]
Abbadon rolled out backward, struggling to stand up after breaking a few bones in his ribs.
However, his face showed something other than anger but rather a puzzled face after seeing that same attack.