Chapter 115 - 064. Angel Of Death (1/2)
Chapter 115: 064 Angel of Death -4 (Part One)
The great hero responsible for killing Necro Amon, Kelt Olfolse, had personally entered the battlefield
Step by step, he walked on the dry and barren landscape, slowly approaching the huge arht pushed Aslan’s Field Marshal Gallas even further into the pit of confusion
Their opponent was the ruler of the Theocratic Empire The Holy Emperor himself
However, someone like that was on the forefront? Not only that, all by himself too?!
On top of that, look at his attire, look at his posture That was not how one should look when one was about to enter a battle
His only weapon was a reat arone senile? If neither of those were true, thenthe army of a hundred thousand co on – none of that ht now
Indeed, this was a wonderful chance
This event was basically the sa Gallas with an opportunity to achieve a truly e to kill that oldRahareat achieve the Holy E half of the Theocratic Enitude would not present itself the second tireat hero, no one could do anything about the decay of human lifespan
There would only be one chance to… kill the frail Holy Emperor
Gallas yanked out his sword and pointed it towards Kelt Olfolse, as still walking closer to his army in the distance “Kill that fool! I shall handsoes to kill that e to the soldier, or one hundred slaves and a territory to the Necromancer!”
Gallan’s roar loudly resounded out
His adjutant next to hi as soon as the Field Marshal bellowed out
Dru out from Aslan’s formation
The undead howled and screeched out as the slaves raucously cheered on
Their eyes could see it They could see a lone defenceless oldtowards the someone like that should be incredibly easy!
“Go! Go and take the head of that old man!”
Vu-wuuuuuuu-!
The sounds of battle horns blared out They served as the signal for the undead and slaves to rush forward
Thecreatures unsheathed all sorts of weapons
The land rocked and quaked under their feet
Crazed lights shot out fro, and the slaves who lost themselves to the allure of potential rewards
“I… I will kill hi forith all hisa mace, he leapt up as spittle drooled down from the corner of his e for his skinny fraht instantly shatter the head of the defenceless old man
Unfortunately…
Kelt Olfolse raised his hand Then, lightly waved it
For the briefest ht and an arc of electricity
Theslave’s head at the front of the pack simply ‘vanished’ Not even ashes remained where his head used to be The headless body siround
“…!”
The slaves rushi+ng in flinched and iether But by then, they had already arrived in Kelt Olfolse’s range
He raised his head and glared at the slaves
“If you’re guilty of so, then that would be…” He raised the warhah up in the air “…Foolishly standing in my path”
The warharound below exploded
With hiht flashed The barren land was dyed pitch-black in an instant while the arcs of lightning currents danced and floithin the scorched earth
A huge lightning bolt rose up froround and headed to the heavens above
But, was that all?!
The rising lightning bolt coalesced and transforous wall of electrical currents
“Wha… what is…?!”
The slaves faltered and stuhtning was slowly tipping over towards the out to all corners of the land
This was a wave – a wave of lightning that spread out in every direction!
“What the hell?! What…!”
“Uwaaaahk!”
The slaves hurriedly turned around and ran in the opposite direction However, theinstantly sed the all of its victi behind even a handful of ashes
Gallas, standing several hundreds of ht at thatwith a sudden flash of light, the Holy Eround exploded once ht rapidly accelerated forward and burned everything in its surroundings to death
Eventually…
Gallas was starting to doubt his own eyes
“Fuu-woo…”
It was because… Kelt Olfolse was literally standing right before Aslan’s Field Marshal
The Holy E at Gallas with a pair of narrowed eyes
The thunderclap belatedly reverberated throughout the world afterwards
Gallas sed back his dry saliva and tightly grasped the hilt of his sword It was then, his eyes suddenly caught another flash of light He reflexively swung his weapon
What he defended against was a lightning bolt The scorching pain of his hand burning aas acco his body far away