BXBX NOVEL Chapter 415 Death is the next step toward evolution!
Chapter 415: Death is the next step toward evolution!
While Alex had a peculiar introduction to Schnee’s grandpa, the war on another continent had reached a critical point.
The Light Church forces led by Yasir had been cleansing the undead legions through sheer force amplified by holiness. Their tanks were immovable, monks crushed skulls with bare hands, archers’ arrows disjointed limbs seamlessly, healers healed and smitten the evil, and mages, as usual, caused chaos.
Yasir had the whole continent’s army behind himself and didn’t need to exercise too much about it. A few victories on the battlefield and his charisma had done all the work for him.
He even had marriage offers already!
“Where’s your daddy?” Yasir’s lips curved into a wide sneer after those words. He directed them at the gorgeous woman with soul eyes, white hair, and a cheongsam dress. She had bone tails behind her, blood dripping from their edges.
She cast a fierce glare at Yasir, not saying a word.
That girl was naturally Eva Mora, and she was on the very front with level two hundred coursing through her curves, her strength was mighty and powerful. But even with undead forces around her and Legendary Necromancer Class by her side, Eva couldn’t win against Yasir and his forces.
It was true that she held the authority of the soul grave-keeper’s realm and could summon forces for her aid from that land. It was one of the reasons she could level up faster than others.
Alas, Yasir had a way to seal outside, and no realm could step into that mortal continent as if that land belonged only to mortals.
“It seems like it’s over,” Legendary Necromancer bitterly smiled, sweeping through holy forces without any hard feelings. The game was about winning and losing, and no one had been only on one side.
A loss eventually would take down everyone without any exceptions.
He had received the legendary class some time ago and was instructed to plot and deal with the holy forces. It was easy at first, but all changed when the antagonist’s leader joined the scene.
At that point, Legendary Necromancer had suffered many losses, and he also learned about something dreadful — the antagonists could steal classes from other people.
There was a legendary class user whose class had been stolen already by those with red eyes!
“It’s not over until I die,” Eva Mora said, glancing at her ally with mixed emotions. This man had been a great help to her, and he was loyal. But she really wanted to punch his face for casually talking about losses and death.
He would die, lose class, and respawn. But what about her? She would either get enslaved or die tragic death!
She wouldn’t give up, though.
But just as Eva raised her hand and her bone tails bent to attack enemies before her, the black clouds loomed on the horizon. They swarmed the sky, casting a shadow over the whole holy army.
Their shining and blinding holiness faded away.
“The Antagonist’s Leader… We had the pleasure of working together for some time… You’ve seen through me and my forces… And I’ve seen through your origins… A group of losers who had been given a second chance.
You are one of the best pieces for constant evolution, yet you dare to go for the undead extinction? Laughable! Really, laughable!” the old voice swept through the holy forces like a black wind, like a curse.
Just his voice alone brought down weak-minded people down. Some grew warier and tense while others trembled from the excitement as the last boss arrived.
Yasir belonged to that last group, his eyes twinkling and lips curved even wider.
As he stood at the helm, Yasir had the best view of the giant undead whose steps caused earthquakes of seven multitudes, and his appearance alone scratched the hearts of the holy people.
The frightening skull with blue orbs, the abundance of arms, and that hair-scratching height brought terror down on the holy forces, for they believed that the Undead was indeed not an easy target, and taking one leg would exhaust at least half of their forces.
Standing atop the skull with his highest equipment, holding a black staff with perched black skull, and sneering widely was naturally the old man, Eva Mora’s father.
“Arise and befall, my people!” the soul grave-keeper shouted like a king, raising his staff and calling all his forces.
From the ground, the zombies, skeletons, ghosts, and a combination of these, the ghouls, crawled out, their hands and bones flailing. From the sky, the same undead plummeted like stones, not caring about their chances of survival, for these were high indeed.
“Death is the next step toward evolution, Yasir!” the old man crazily screamed, spreading his arms wide. At that moment, his perfect creations — in much fewer numbers — came out from behind the perfect Undead, their stomps causing weaker earthquakes.
All forces moved toward the holy army, including the biggest undead with the old man atop it.
The King of the Underworld lifted his staff, casting his skills on all undead. He began with the falling undead, his mana increasing their sturdiness and intangible forms. They flashed with blue flames as if straight from the underworld.
At the same time, the holy army prayed, conjuring a holy barrier, their goal to stop those undead bullets before they could reach them.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
They were successful, albeit some cracks spread across the golden cradle. Their smiles lasted seconds, for countless undead had survived the crash. Zombies howled, bashing at the barrier with their foreheads.
Skeletons thrust their bones like swords, and ghosts spat chillness around as they sprawled on the cracks and licked them all.
The final battle on the holy and evil continent started.
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The soul grave-keeper’s realm had fewer members and was highly vulnerable. That was sure because the master had been forcefully brought to the Avander World, and he immediately exerted most of his forces.
Thus, the realm had many gaps, and someone could use them to sneak inside…
[Elias Deathwill has entered the Deathwill Castle.]
[Elias Deathwill’s people had entered the Deathwill Castle.]
And it was quite empty, for Alex’s girls were hard-working ladies. In the castle, there was currently Celia, Veronica, Anais, and Yumia — and their demi-human people.
“It’s you…” Elias Deathwill said, his eyes locked on Celia, “You tempered my pride with your disgusting love. Because of you, Sara produced the least sin for me…”
Celia trembled, unable to move and utter a word, for Elias Deathwill’s hatred held her in one place. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she was on the verge of fainting…
“I’ve always wanted to kill you…”
And even though she wanted this to stop and believe it was a dream — it was not the case… She could only gaze at the man whose hatred toward her was, for some reason, unbelievably deep.
Veronica was the same — though she had seen many hatred and cruel acts — she couldn’t move an inch before man soaked in sins and hatred. That man was a different kind of a beast, his energies on a totally different level.
And this very man, Elias Deathwill, raised his sword to kill Celia.