Rebirth Of The Bastard Spirit Summoner

Stark was barely standing. Holding onto his bleeding side, with multiple bruises on his body, he stared ahead with a complicated expression on his face.

The banshee watched him with an unshifting gaze, her full attention on his bleak form.

Over the past couple of minutes, he had gone all out, doing everything he could to kill her.

But no matter what he did, the banshee simply wouldn't die, leaving him in a terrible predicament.

He could only fight for so long before running out of stamina. But the banshee? Spirits could only run out of mana; exhaustion was not a thing they had to worry about.

Maybe Jade is doing better than me?

That was what Stark thought, just before he heard a low whimper—a feminine voice on the verge of screaming, yet holding back with pure willpower alone.

He immediately turned in Jade's direction, his eyes widening as he saw her.

Jade was on her knees, hand clutched painfully on her head as she tried her best not to scream.

She had been fighting two banshees, but now, there was only one left… the other one nowhere in sight.

Her jaws were wide open as she stared at Jade. Stark could not hear anything, but that didn't mean she was doing nothing.

Whatever attack she was using had to be something targeted at spirits specifically, an attack Jade could not avoid.

Isn't that cheating?!

His jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he alternated gazes between the banshee in front of him, Jade, and her adversary.

She would not die even if she was destroyed, but that would leave him alone against two banshees.

Stark had to help her somehow, but the banshee in front of him would not simply let him pass.

His mind raced through multiple possible solutions, and yet none came to his mind.

Just yesterday he had been a simple noble, and today he was battling in the evil forest.

He had not even had enough time to adapt to his powers, and yet he was meant to defeat two banshees?!

A low ringing sound reached his ears, as the banshee in front of him prepared to unleash another devastating blow.

Shit! I need more time to think!

Just as Stark jumped back, he saw a rush of crystals explode from the floor, closing the distance between Jade and her opponent.

Jade turned to glance at him, a pained expression on her face as she struggled to get to her feet.

The crystals were seconds away from slamming into her opponent when Stark's banshee sent a sound wave crashing into it.

Boom!

The crystal shattered into a thousand pieces, glowing shards scattering all around them.

And in that moment, it finally clicked in Stark's mind. He knew what he needed to do…

He sucked in a deep breath, and like the banshees, he unleashed a sound of his own.

Not a wail, neither was it a screech nor a shout.

It was a whistle.

A sharp, clandestine sound that cut through the forest, ringing melodiously in the ears of the banshees.

With a devilish smile on his face, Stark brought his hands together and intensified his whistle.

"COME!"

The forest trembled, the trees shaking violently and the leaves rustling in the wind.

As though to mark the sudden change in the environment, lightning blitzed over the sky, bathing the forest in a pale blue light.

And underneath that light, Stark stood smiling, just as in front of him, a large figure emerged from below the earth.

It was a giant warrior, shimmering blue in colour and dressed up in full knight armour from head to toe.

His sword came first, a gauntleted hand tearing through the earth along with a gigantic claymore, and then out came the second hand, pulling the ancient warrior out of the earth.

In its eyes were nestled pale blue flames, its body fraught with energy.

Just as it arose, it unleashed a guttural shout, and then it placed one hand on its ear, grunting angrily as it turned to face the banshee.

[Death Singer]

—Spirits hear your voice, a melodious tune that causes them to rise, a lure, a trap, bait. They rise at your call, yet you are not their master, not until they rest in the bosom of your soul.

"Heh."

Stark chuckled lightly, his gaze sharp and calculating.

He could not control the spirit he had summoned, but who said he had to?

In normal circumstances, it would have outright killed him, but this wasn't normal circumstances, was it?

Not when the banshee was unleashing sound waves meant to affect spirits.

Wham!

The spirit knight slammed its sword against the floor, causing the earth to crack, a split in the ground charging toward the offending banshee.

Stark was already moving.

With the air whistling past his ears, he sprinted toward Jade, grabbing her from the skirmish, and darting into the bushes.

He kept running, not bothering to look back as tremorous sounds reached his ears.

When he was far enough from the battle, he hid behind a bush, placing Jade carefully on the floor.

Stark could have simply summoned her back to his soul, but he didn't yet know if he would be able to summon her back since she was injured.

It was too risky to try, so he grabbed her himself.

"Tch." Jade hissed, rubbing her ears with her fingers. "Such a dirty move."

Resting in the bush, Stark let out a quiet breath and nodded, silently agreeing with her.

She then glanced at the way they came. "What now?"

Stark's lips curled up slightly.

"Now, we wait."

The battle between both banshees and the spirit knight raged on for several tense minutes. No monster or spirit dared to come even remotely close to the area of their clash, fearing for their lives.

And then finally, the forest was still.

Stark stood up to peek, but as he did, his eyes caught the spirit knight and he immediately squatted down.

Jade grabbed his hand, pulling him deeper into the bush, and then they waited.

From the covering of the bushes, they could see the spirit knight looking around, no doubt searching for Stark so that it could kill him.

Spirits hated to be disturbed, and he had basically roused this one from its nap.

The only punishment was death.

But after a few more moments, it seemed the spirit decided it was not worth it, because it dissipated into thin air, vanishing without a trace.

Stark and Jade crawled out of the bush, dusting their clothes before they began walking to the site of the clash.

That part of the forest was utterly trashed. Trees were shattered by terrible sound waves, the ground was torn apart, making the entire floor muddy.

In the middle of that mess was the banshee, lying in a broken mess.

Yet, it was not dead. The exact conclusion Stark had hoped for.

They both walked up to the banshee and stared down at the evil thing.

Stark glanced at a large rock sitting next to her and then at Jade. "Do you want to do the honours?"

She chuckled, a large chunk of crystal already appearing above them.

"Gladly."