Chapter 524 Struggles in the Fores (2/2)
There are only about 30 Undead Creatures left and I still have over 100 well-trained soldiers. How is it possible that we'll lose to them?
But…
The Adjutant laid eyes on the Necromancer and he couldn't read his expression behind the white bone mask. The Necromancer and the Demon above him didn't seem to be making any moves and they were as though watching the fall of the Undead Creatures…
Why don't they seize this chance to attack? Could it be that this Necromancer has other schemes? Or that Demon… Even if we defeat these Undead Creatures, we should we do next? Should we continue to attack the Necromancer and the Demon?
As the Adjutant was hesitant in making a decision, the situation took a turn!
”Heya!” A soldier slashed an Undead Fighter fiercely and it shattered into bits. The soldier looked up and realized that the evil Necromancer was standing within the bushes near him.
Get rid of him and everything will end!
”Attack, my brothers!” the soldier snarled. He and his comrades trampled over the corpses and darted towards the Necromancer. Nothing was more thrilling than this battle because they thought that they were dead meat for sure. But now, they managed to take down the Undead Creatures and were even about to exterminate a Necromancer!
The soldiers were boors to begin with,and weren't concerned about any traps or schemes. As long as the enemy was within reach and they would defeat it to gain victory!
They're finally here.
No matter how Rhode disguised himself, he was still an imposter Necromancer. Apart from summoning Undead Creatures to put up a facade, he almost couldn't cast any spells that Necromancers possessed. This was why he stood at the back and observed the fight quietly. If he were an authentic Necromancer, he would have cast a 'Swamp Quagmire' before casting a 'Poison Cloud' and 'Weakening' and his Undead Fighters would slice the soldiers like cutting cucumbers.
After all, Rhode was a Swordsman, and a Spirit Swordsman at that. Even though Rhode could come up with some magical moves, those weren't authentic magic at all. But… this didn't mean that Rhode was unable to come up with a solution.
As mentioned earlier, Rhode 'almost' couldn't cast any spells that Necromancers could—almost. But not entirely.
And he was about to rely on that.
”Came at the right time,” Rhode smirked and extended his left hand. A card emerged above his palm in the blink of an eye.
[Sacrificial Shift (Spell Card): Turn all corpses within spell range into Undead Creatures. Amount of transformation depends on the holder's level. No one can stay indifferent in the face of fearful death. One will not hesitate even if one receives a false life.]
Activate, Spell Card.
Rhode turned his wrist around and crushed the card into bits.
A strange halo burst out of his clenched fist and spread apart glaringly.
That terrifying Necromancer is just ahead. Just a few more steps and I can annihilate this sinister presence.
The soldier raised his sword above his head and suddenly, his huge, sturdy body stopped moving abruptly.
He lowered his head in disbelief.
A shimmering blade punctured from his back and through his chest.
Who?
He tried to turn around but collapsed before finding out who his murderer was.
But shortly after, he sprung open his eyes and the hopeful paradise that he had envisioned was reconstructed into unmatchable darkness. He rocked to his feet slowly while fresh blood flowed from his wound. He had become an Undead Creature who turned towards his former comrades with his sword.
Oh my goodness!
The adjutant sucked in a deep, cold breath of air. He finally understood why the Necromancer stood idly before. He didn't need to worry about his Undead Creatures at all because the corpses would become his troops!
As though confirming the adjutant's guesses, the soldier corpses were bestowed new lives. They rocked to their feet and lifted their swords against their former comrades that had fought alongside them.
This time, the soldiers couldn't hold on anymore.
They discovered that everything they did was pointless against the Necromancer and they were bound to fail. Disparity and fear once again clouded their minds. Some escaped into the forest while others fought hopelessly against their former comrades to live seconds longer.
Rhode grinned. ”Celestina, you can have some fun now.”
”Huhuhu, leave it to me, Master.” Celestina's eyes glistened. She flew skyward and raised her hands to summon a massive, scarlet ritual circle in the night sky. The air around the forest reeked of blood and was filled with the aura of death. The soldiers that couldn't escape in time felt their body shutting down and their legs immovable. All they could do was to gaze at the night sky in despair.
”Foolish, worthless humans. Cherish this gift of mine!” Celestina laughed evilly. She swung her arms downward and the enormous scarlet ritual circle descended from above!
”Ahh!”
The soldiers trapped in the ritual circle wailed painfully as their skin and flesh melted in the sinister, cruel Dark Demonic powers that permeated into their bodies. The other soldiers tossed their weapons like madmen and bolted away from this appalling, vicious place without even looking back.
”Huhuhu, that's fun. I'll never get sick of hearing the laments of humans…”
Celestina descended to Rhode's side while giggling behind her hand-cupped lips like a perfectly fine, elegant lady—apart from her exciting and joyful expression when she looked at the soldiers struggling with pain and stepping into death. ”Master, is this really fine? I can play hide and seek with them if there's a need to.”
”That's fine, Celestina,” Rhode shook his head and gazed forward—the man that was over there had gone missing. ”This is just an appetizer, so don't fill your stomach yet. The feast is coming right up.”