Chapter 701 - War Against Fate (X) (2/2)

“Siya!”

Simon finally couldn’t keep his cool any longer. He let out a snarl and the pitch-black ring on his finger erupted in an unprecedented, glaring lightning flash as though an artillery shell had just been blasted. The dazzling beam struck the Hell Hound and blasted it into the mass of Skeleton Guards. But shortly after, a scorching flame pillar rushed into the sky in an ear-deafening explosion. Then, Simon witnessed several Skeleton Guards flying upward and getting completely devoured by the flames.

Ssss—!

Simon sucked in a deep breath of cold air.

It had been centuries since he had given up his life to become a Necromancer, but he had never seen such strange battle tactics and summoned creatures. If he didn’t blast that self-exploding creature far away, perhaps he would have been dead by now! Simon gazed around him and realized that none of the Skeleton Guards existed. He looked into the distance and found all his 50,000 Undead Creatures enveloped in wild, sacred flames. Not only that, but he had also sensed unprecedented, intense holy powers from the enormous ritual hovering above him. Is everything the doing of that little girl?

This thought flashed in his head for a mere second. He didn’t have much time to ponder this question anymore because three figures had struck toward him in the sound of the shattered ice thorns.

Celia clasped her sword with an unwavering expression and charged forward like a war chariot. Everything that obstructed her silver-whitish, sacred flames and holy white wings were shattered into filthy dust. On the other hand, Celestina had expanded her bat-like wings majestically and flew over nimbly. The chain sword in her hands spun and trembled non-stop before eventually transforming into a viper that slithered with its wide opened poisonous fangs.

“!!”

Simon took a step back hurriedly. He had no time to weigh the pros and cons of the situation anymore. He had just used up the only amulet and he wouldn’t face any fortunate consequences no matter if he ended up in the hands of the Angel or Demon. But now, he only had one last chance!

He turned around and pounced at Rhode. The latter was obviously ready for this. The shadows before Rhode extended and countless, pitch-black tentacles fluttered to wrap Simon.

Unknown if it was due to Simon’s desires to survive, he unleashed extraordinary strength. He dodged the incoming tentacles and darted forward. He was only two arms away from Rhode now.

Simon let out a grim laughter and extended his arms.

But at the next moment, Rhode pierced two swords into Simon’s body.

“Wahahahaha!”

Simon wasn’t feeling afraid or regretful. Instead, he was wild with joy. Rhode twitched his brows to Simon’s peculiar behaviors because it was apparent that he had neglected some kind of trouble.

But Simon wouldn’t allow Rhode to come up with a response.

A dense mass of dark energy spurted out from Simon’s body and locked onto Rhode’s swords and arms like fetters and handcuffs. At the same time, Simon aimed for Rhode’s skull and struck out his hands.

“Master!”

“Hey!”

Celia and Celestina shrieked in horror. They might be quick, but Simon was one step ahead. The difference of this one step was the distance between heaven and earth. The two young ladies watched helplessly as Simon’s shriveled, sharp fingertips struck out at Rhode’s skull. The strength of Undead Creatures had nothing to do with their class as they weren’t Humans. In fact, a Necromancer’s strength wasn’t anywhere weaker than a sturdy, muscular Swordsman. However, it was their skinny stature that made them look extremely weak.

But… such a misconception could be deadly at times.

And sometimes it wouldn’t.

“…”

Simon’s fingertips were just a few inches away from seizing Rhode’s life. But, he couldn’t move any farther.

“What… What did you do?!”

This was the first time that the eyes filled with spiritual flames of death emerged with absolute fear. The reason was simple. Simon couldn’t control his body at all as though a powerful, unquestionable external force had snatched his soul.

Simon realized that there was something emanating a faint radiance from Rhode’s collar.

“I know what you’re thinking, Mr. Necromancer.”

Rhode lifted his hand. The dark energy binding his arms shrunk and returned to Simon’s body. Then, Simon noticed an azure ball in Rhode’s hand which didn’t exist before. Not only that, but it also trembled and pumped like a heart.

“You… You…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you that easily.”

Rhode toyed with the ball in his hand and sheathed his weapon. Simon stood on the spot like a puppet, but judging from his widely opened eyes and trembling voice, it was apparent that it wasn’t due to Rhode’s beauty that he was mesmerized and didn’t leave instantly.

“You’re still useful for us,” Rhode said.

The beautiful, twinkling stars and round, silver moon hanging in the sky cracked in an instant with snowy radiance spilling through and shining even brighter as though responding to a calling. Shortly after, a storm arose again and everyone shut their eyes. When they opened their eyes, the boundless prairie and river had disappeared to nowhere and were replaced by the silent mountainous range and valleys. However, the remains of the Undead Army and traces of battles reminded them of the brutal war that had taken place.

“Everything seems to have ended… for now.”

Rhode let out a sigh. He lifted his head and gazed into the horizon.

The sky was turning bright in the east.

Morning arrived.