Conquest of Dahaluk Kingdom 3

“Since the demon blocking our way has been defeated, what about the gate? Should we destroy it too?” one of the Gavian soldiers asked.
“Destroy it!” one of the Aryapanggulu royal soldiers shouted.
“Hah, whatever,” Sudirja sighed.
“In that case, please move aside—my tail is dangerous, you know,” one of the Gavian soldiers requested.
The soldiers from both the Aryapanggulu and Tirtawijaya kingdoms quickly moved out of the way. They knew it wouldn’t end well if they were stubborn—more likely, they’d end up dead because of the Gavian’s tail. And that wouldn’t be funny at all.
One Gavian soldier approached the gate, then turned his back to it so he could destroy it.
With a powerful swing of his tail, the gate shattered upon impact.
“Hah, what a mess,” Dion sighed.
Not wanting to look at the destruction, he raised his right hand to create a magic circle.
The circle formed above him—a round pattern with four small stars inside a diamond shape, glowing gold. “Ultra Transmutation,” Dion chanted.
Slowly…Bit by bit—
The rubble vanished until nothing remained.
William wanted to try something—detection magic. He knew that magic in this world wasn’t a supernatural phenomenon; it was a direct result of quantum physics.
He raised his hand.
A magic circle formed in front of the Gavian’s face—the one he was riding on. Its pattern was circular with rose petals inside, glowing in sea-blue.
“Is someone using magic here?” the Gavian asked.
William stepped toward the Gavian’s head, not to answer but to observe the magic circle.
“Are you the one casting that spell?” the Gavian asked again.
William didn’t hear the question—he was too focused on his magic circle.
“Hey! He’s asking you!” Dion shouted.
William snapped back to awareness, but his focus remained fixed on the magic circle. “Yes, that’s me,” William replied.
He tried to sense something from it—and he did. A certain energy, left over from Dion’s magic. That energy was clearly from one of the elementary particles. It annihilated any particle it touched.
“Dion, I sense one particle in your magic that causes the matter’s constituent particles to vanish,” William said, carefully examining the circle.
“That particle is the Xerekon (ξ)—a mass-carrying particle, but not a positive one. There are two mass-carrying particles in this world: Flafion (F), which carries positive mass, and Xerekon (ξ), which carries negative mass,” Sudirja explained.
“So the Xerekon (ξ) is a particle that carries a scalar field?” William asked.
“Correct,” Sudirja confirmed.
“If I’m not mistaken, the Xerekon (ξ) is emitted by the Glasar—or more precisely, the core of the demon king Bagong,” the Gavian added. “Normally, this particle can only exist in high-energy environments, but it can also exist in rare conditions—specifically when Manneon decays. But that’s uncommon.”
“So if the Xerekon (ξ) comes from the Glasar, does that mean the rubble is truly gone?” William asked.
“Yes,” the Gavian replied.
“Wouldn’t that be dangerous if soldiers were around the vanished rubble?” William asked.
“Relax—the particle has negative mass, and a very large one at that. The quantum physics of this world dictates that particles with negative mass can only exist as long as the force they carry remains, but if the negative mass is extremely large, the force’s half-life becomes very short—unless there’s energy to sustain it,” the Gavian explained.
Hearing that, William was relieved. The particle he feared could only exist under special circumstances.
Still, he wanted to know about the decay of the Manneon particle—what it would decay into. So he asked his alter.
“My alter, you said Manneon (M) is a vector Ruller, right?” William asked.
“Yes, why?” Sudirja replied.
“What does Manneon decay into?” William asked.
“Manneon (M) is somewhat like the Z boson in our original world, but it behaves differently. It’s produced by aftulc particles—magical neutrinos that interact with etimuoren particles—quarks that create shadow particle phenomena—or by aftulc interacting with leptons. Its behavior is also similar to a hypothetical particle in our world: the graviton. Manneons reinforce each other’s fields, and when that happens, they begin to decay,” Sudirja explained.
“In our world, gravitons never decay because they have no mass, right?” William asked.
“There are major differences—Manneon (M) has a mass of about 120 keu/C, equivalent to 22,788 keV. It also has a distribution value—or, in our original world’s scientific term—a dynamic and flexible spin number,” Sudirja explained.
“keu/c? Never heard of that unit in physics,” William tilted his head.
“You’ll understand someday,” Sudirja replied. “Back to the point—Manneon’s decay products depend on how much its field changes when interacting with others. Large changes lead to Ruller particles, small changes to materialis particles.”
“And for anti-gravity magic?” William asked.
“That happens when Manneon decays into a Ruller of the tidal type,” Sudirja answered.
“How can you tell the field’s change strength?” William asked.
“Every symbol and color in a magic circle has a different magnitude, and in vocal spells, each letter has a value—just as in motion spells, every gesture has its own magnitude,” Sudirja explained.
After hearing this, William now had a general understanding of how magic worked in this world.
Then they moved on—into the Dahaluk territory. As the demons from Jagrapati suspected, the demons of Dahaluk were already aware of their arrival.
Right after passing through the ruins of the destroyed gate, the demons attacked.
Of course, they fought back—their goal was to conquer Dahaluk.
Their swords clashed against the demons’ bodies.
Painful? Absolutely.
The demons’ bodies sent strong vibrations through their blades upon impact.
Wanting to help, William grabbed his exoferite sword from his back.
He jumped from the Gavian’s back and charged at the demons.
His blade rang against the demon’s waist—but he didn’t give up.
With all his strength, he swung again.
Time and again, his blade struck the demon’s body.
After much exhausting effort, he managed to cut off one of the demon’s legs.
He wouldn’t give the demon any chance.
Struggling, he aimed for the neck.
Still too hard—
—he needed more effort.
Finally, he severed it.
Fortunately, the demon’s birthplace was far from his current location.
“Well, how rude of you to enter the territory of my friend’s kingdom,” a voice came from above.
They looked up—to the source of the voice.
A terrifying figure stood there.
Three sword-like horns on its head, a face as red as blood, large round eyes, and two tusks curving like crescent moons.
Its robe burned red like fire.
“Badranwuruk,” Pusmoko said, staring suspiciously at the figure.