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Chapter 413
chapter 326 part 1
Chapter 324: Khajiit's Swan Song, Enri's Echo Triggered!
The Corpse Pit.
Thump… thump…
Khajiit lay amidst the corpses, his eyes lifeless and pupils dilated, his heart beating slowly.
He was completely oblivious to the overwhelming stench emanating from the surrounding rotting corpses and the thunderous roar of colliding magic from the outside.
With so many rotting corpses, there should have been swarms of mosquitoes and flies. However, there wasn't a single bug in this area, because the Negative Energy here was far too dense.
Any living being that entered here would only be corroded!
His already emaciated body now seemed to be nothing more than a thin layer of skin stretched over bone.
A layer of gray gradually clouded Khajiit's eyes.
Am I going to die again?
His consciousness was gradually fading. The corrosion from the Negative Energy had long since ravaged his body, making the so-called transformation into an Undead utterly impossible.
In a daze.
A gentle, blurry face appeared in what remained of Khajiit's consciousness.
Who is it?
I can't see it clearly at all.
So familiar.
...
...
So... it's you, Mother.
...
Darkness enveloped him completely.
BOOM—
The terrifyingly immense Negative Energy and deathly aura of the entire Corpse Pit, as if a drop of water had fallen into a pot of hot oil, exploded into a violent boil. Then, like a waterspout, it surged into Khajiit's body at a ferocious speed.
Khajiit's body was rapidly corroded. In the blink of an eye, his organs and skin vanished completely, leaving only a skeletal frame.
The fragile-looking bones, under the continuous infusion of Negative Energy, rapidly became solid and rugged, transforming toward the shape of some kind of beast.
Wisps of a pus-like yellow and green miasma emerged from every bone, gradually enveloping its entire body.
*Mother can no longer be resurrected.*
*Then I'll drag all the living—into death with me!*
"Roar!"
A self-muttering voice, as if from the Abyss, emanated from the Corpse Pit.
Having fled the battlefield earlier, the Gray-robed Mage who had feared the Archangel Dominion was now stationed near the Corpse Pit, his attention fully fixed on the two figures battling high in the sky.
"Ahaha, as expected of the Alliance Leader."
"To be able to fight against such a powerful angel, he's no different from the Demon Gods of two hundred years ago."
The Gray-robed Mage's face was filled with adoration.
"No, even the legendary Thirteen Heroes might not be as powerful as the Alliance Leader!"
Suddenly.
The Gray-robed Mage felt a chill run through his body. His eyes widened abruptly as he whipped his head around to look behind him.
Crack!
Crunch!
The sound of grinding bones drifted from the depths of the Corpse Pit, growing progressively clearer.
A horse-like undead beast, nearly two meters tall and shrouded in a gleaming green and yellow miasma, climbed out of the Corpse Pit.
"This is..."
The Gray-robed Mage's pupils constricted and his body trembled. The thought of fleeing for his life instantly surfaced in his mind.
However!
His body wouldn't move.
The Gray-robed Mage seemed to be affected by some kind of debuff, standing rigidly on the spot.
An invisible pulse emanated from the undead.
Thud!
The Gray-robed Mage's eyes rolled back, and his life aura dissipated. He collapsed to the ground as a corpse, kicking up a cloud of dust.
This powerful magic caster, who had stepped into the Heroic Realm—a level of power that would be considered a national treasure in any country—had died without so much as a whimper.
In an instant!
The aura of the yellow-and-green-miasma undead surged violently. Swaying slightly, it stepped over the Gray-robed Mage's corpse and headed toward the center of the battlefield.
There, it could sense the auras of many living beings. It intended to bring death to them all.
High in the sky.
The massive, holy figure and the magic caster chased each other in battle, leaving the Humans and demi-humans on the ground stunned.
The scene before them was enough to become part of an epic, sung by countless bards for ages to come.
Figures of Priests and Paladins craned their necks to look up at the sky. To be able to witness this with their own eyes, a feeling of fortune actually arose in their hearts.
"Oh, God!"
"Even the legendary Demon Gods and the Thirteen Heroes were probably just like this."
A Priest from the Sunlight Scripture, gazing at the magnificent and powerful figure of the highest-tier angel, suddenly fell to his knees and prayed with pious hands.
Captain Nigun had been killed by the magic attack "Pale Fire," unable to evade after being caught by a magical bind, but the members of the Scripture Unit had managed to recover his corpse.
"Free Will Tang."
"That guy."
Kelart and Remedios had already reunited. They exchanged a look and fell silent, but a peculiar light shone in both their eyes.
As the two geniuses of the Holy Kingdom, and moreover, the right and left hands of the first Holy Queen, both Kelart and Remedios were extremely proud individuals.
But at this very moment.
Kelart and Remedios knew clearly that the battle before them was not one they could interfere in. They couldn't even offer assistance.
"Kelart, that Item..." Remedios suddenly began.
"No."
"Although its power is immense, it's not suited for this kind of one-on-one combat," Kelart hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.
"To think that in the end, the hopes of everyone in this calamity caused by the undead would rest on the shoulders of a single Adventurer."
Remedios looked up at the sky, her hand tightening around her holy sword before slowly relaxing. Complex emotions welled up inside her.
Of the two powerful enemies, the Death Knight had been indirectly eliminated by Tang Zheng. And now, even the terrifying Alliance Leader of Zuranon was being dealt with by this same man.
It was truly indescribable!
At this very moment.
Whether Human or demi-human, everyone was intently focused on the battle in the sky.
Everyone understood perfectly well that whether the Archangel Dominion controlled by Tang Zheng could defeat the Alliance Leader would truly decide if they would be victorious.
"God, please protect Lord Captain."
Enri clasped her hands together before her chest. She had never believed in any god before, but at this moment, she prayed with utmost piety, hoping that a god from the legends would descend.
Protect everyone, protect Lord Captain.
Kcha... At this moment, the peculiar aura around Enri's body actually showed signs of collapsing.
Just as everyone's nerves were stretched taut—
Panicked screams of terror erupted from the forefront of the demi-human ranks.
"What is this undead!"
"Kill it."
"Why are you all just standing there, not moving?"
"..."
"They're dead! Everyone died for no reason!"
An atmosphere of panic rapidly spread from the direction of the demi-humans, and their entire force began to stir restlessly.
Kōkosh of the Seven-Colored Scales and the Beast General, Hector Weiss, two of the Ten Elites, were actually unable to suppress the spreading panic.
"What's with these demi-humans..." Hearing the commotion from the front, Remedios looked up with an angry expression, but in the next moment, that expression froze on her face.
She saw.
Vast numbers of demi-humans, completely unable to resist, were falling to the ground in droves like reaped wheat.
And the cause of it all was a skeletal undead, roughly two meters tall. It resembled a horse-like beast and emitted a pus-like yellow and green miasma.
Wherever this undead passed, the demi-humans couldn't even resist. They would simply stand rigidly on the spot before dying, their life auras completely extinguished.
It was a bizarre scene.
An inexplicable chill ran through Remedios's entire body. "What is that!"
"A Soul Eater?"
"Why... why is there a Soul Eater here!" Kelart's light-cyan pupils dilated wildly, her fingertips trembling as she nearly screamed aloud.
Chapter 324: Khajiit's Swan Song, Enri's Echo Triggered!
The Corpse Pit.
Thump… thump…
Khajiit lay amidst the corpses, his eyes lifeless and pupils dilated, his heart beating slowly.
He was completely oblivious to the overwhelming stench emanating from the surrounding rotting corpses and the thunderous roar of colliding magic from the outside.
With so many rotting corpses, there should have been swarms of mosquitoes and flies. However, there wasn't a single bug in this area, because the Negative Energy here was far too dense.
Any living being that entered here would only be corroded!
His already emaciated body now seemed to be nothing more than a thin layer of skin stretched over bone.
A layer of gray gradually clouded Khajiit's eyes.
Am I going to die again?
His consciousness was gradually fading. The corrosion from the Negative Energy had long since ravaged his body, making the so-called transformation into an Undead utterly impossible.
In a daze.
A gentle, blurry face appeared in what remained of Khajiit's consciousness.
Who is it?
I can't see it clearly at all.
So familiar.
...
...
So... it's you, Mother.
...
Darkness enveloped him completely.
BOOM—
The terrifyingly immense Negative Energy and deathly aura of the entire Corpse Pit, as if a drop of water had fallen into a pot of hot oil, exploded into a violent boil. Then, like a waterspout, it surged into Khajiit's body at a ferocious speed.
Khajiit's body was rapidly corroded. In the blink of an eye, his organs and skin vanished completely, leaving only a skeletal frame.
The fragile-looking bones, under the continuous infusion of Negative Energy, rapidly became solid and rugged, transforming toward the shape of some kind of beast.
Wisps of a pus-like yellow and green miasma emerged from every bone, gradually enveloping its entire body.
*Mother can no longer be resurrected.*
*Then I'll drag all the living—into death with me!*
"Roar!"
A self-muttering voice, as if from the Abyss, emanated from the Corpse Pit.
Having fled the battlefield earlier, the Gray-robed Mage who had feared the Archangel Dominion was now stationed near the Corpse Pit, his attention fully fixed on the two figures battling high in the sky.
"Ahaha, as expected of the Alliance Leader."
"To be able to fight against such a powerful angel, he's no different from the Demon Gods of two hundred years ago."
The Gray-robed Mage's face was filled with adoration.
"No, even the legendary Thirteen Heroes might not be as powerful as the Alliance Leader!"
Suddenly.
The Gray-robed Mage felt a chill run through his body. His eyes widened abruptly as he whipped his head around to look behind him.
Crack!
Crunch!
The sound of grinding bones drifted from the depths of the Corpse Pit, growing progressively clearer.
A horse-like undead beast, nearly two meters tall and shrouded in a gleaming green and yellow miasma, climbed out of the Corpse Pit.
"This is..."
The Gray-robed Mage's pupils constricted and his body trembled. The thought of fleeing for his life instantly surfaced in his mind.
However!
His body wouldn't move.
The Gray-robed Mage seemed to be affected by some kind of debuff, standing rigidly on the spot.
An invisible pulse emanated from the undead.
Thud!
The Gray-robed Mage's eyes rolled back, and his life aura dissipated. He collapsed to the ground as a corpse, kicking up a cloud of dust.
This powerful magic caster, who had stepped into the Heroic Realm—a level of power that would be considered a national treasure in any country—had died without so much as a whimper.
In an instant!
The aura of the yellow-and-green-miasma undead surged violently. Swaying slightly, it stepped over the Gray-robed Mage's corpse and headed toward the center of the battlefield.
There, it could sense the auras of many living beings. It intended to bring death to them all.
High in the sky.
The massive, holy figure and the magic caster chased each other in battle, leaving the Humans and demi-humans on the ground stunned.
The scene before them was enough to become part of an epic, sung by countless bards for ages to come.
Figures of Priests and Paladins craned their necks to look up at the sky. To be able to witness this with their own eyes, a feeling of fortune actually arose in their hearts.
"Oh, God!"
"Even the legendary Demon Gods and the Thirteen Heroes were probably just like this."
A Priest from the Sunlight Scripture, gazing at the magnificent and powerful figure of the highest-tier angel, suddenly fell to his knees and prayed with pious hands.
Captain Nigun had been killed by the magic attack "Pale Fire," unable to evade after being caught by a magical bind, but the members of the Scripture Unit had managed to recover his corpse.
"Free Will Tang."
"That guy."
Kelart and Remedios had already reunited. They exchanged a look and fell silent, but a peculiar light shone in both their eyes.
As the two geniuses of the Holy Kingdom, and moreover, the right and left hands of the first Holy Queen, both Kelart and Remedios were extremely proud individuals.
But at this very moment.
Kelart and Remedios knew clearly that the battle before them was not one they could interfere in. They couldn't even offer assistance.
"Kelart, that Item..." Remedios suddenly began.
"No."
"Although its power is immense, it's not suited for this kind of one-on-one combat," Kelart hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.
"To think that in the end, the hopes of everyone in this calamity caused by the undead would rest on the shoulders of a single Adventurer."
Remedios looked up at the sky, her hand tightening around her holy sword before slowly relaxing. Complex emotions welled up inside her.
Of the two powerful enemies, the Death Knight had been indirectly eliminated by Tang Zheng. And now, even the terrifying Alliance Leader of Zuranon was being dealt with by this same man.
It was truly indescribable!
At this very moment.
Whether Human or demi-human, everyone was intently focused on the battle in the sky.
Everyone understood perfectly well that whether the Archangel Dominion controlled by Tang Zheng could defeat the Alliance Leader would truly decide if they would be victorious.
"God, please protect Lord Captain."
Enri clasped her hands together before her chest. She had never believed in any god before, but at this moment, she prayed with utmost piety, hoping that a god from the legends would descend.
Protect everyone, protect Lord Captain.
Kcha... At this moment, the peculiar aura around Enri's body actually showed signs of collapsing.
Just as everyone's nerves were stretched taut—
Panicked screams of terror erupted from the forefront of the demi-human ranks.
"What is this undead!"
"Kill it."
"Why are you all just standing there, not moving?"
"..."
"They're dead! Everyone died for no reason!"
An atmosphere of panic rapidly spread from the direction of the demi-humans, and their entire force began to stir restlessly.
Kōkosh of the Seven-Colored Scales and the Beast General, Hector Weiss, two of the Ten Elites, were actually unable to suppress the spreading panic.
"What's with these demi-humans..." Hearing the commotion from the front, Remedios looked up with an angry expression, but in the next moment, that expression froze on her face.
She saw.
Vast numbers of demi-humans, completely unable to resist, were falling to the ground in droves like reaped wheat.
And the cause of it all was a skeletal undead, roughly two meters tall. It resembled a horse-like beast and emitted a pus-like yellow and green miasma.
Wherever this undead passed, the demi-humans couldn't even resist. They would simply stand rigidly on the spot before dying, their life auras completely extinguished.
It was a bizarre scene.
An inexplicable chill ran through Remedios's entire body. "What is that!"
"A Soul Eater?"
"Why... why is there a Soul Eater here!" Kelart's light-cyan pupils dilated wildly, her fingertips trembling as she nearly screamed aloud.
