nagpurpolice Chapter 529: Malignant Mayhem.
Chapter 529: Malignant Mayhem.
A distant trumpet rang in Lucien’s ears.
It was like the horn of war echoing from afar...
Along with the beating of a drum echoing endlessly...
A sound not of victory...
Not of defeat...
But of a warning...
For the arrival of he... who should not exist...
For the arrival of something TRULY... EVIL.
However, that distant melody did not resound throughout the skies of the battlefield.
Rather, it echoed deep into the minds of every living creature on the battlefield.
Whether they were a Human, a Ghost, or an Elf.
Perhaps, that Evil One’s followers heard the echo of it with the greatest clarity.
Even the insects, plants, and wild beasts heard it all the same as long as they possessed a consciousness.
Every single entity within the confines of that bloody battlefield heard that indistinct note growing clearer and clearer and buzzing in their ears.
Rahh!!!!!
Raahhh!!!!
Raaaahhhh!!!
Raaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!
A collective sense of unease spread through the seekers for both sides of the army.
Battles gradually ceased; a form of oppressive silence took over the chaotic warzone. As the melody of that trumpet grew too loud to ignore, it was as if the world itself was screaming in rage, in fury, in wrath at the emergence of the Cursed One, whom the world itself despised.
Lucien’s pupils constricted at the malevolent echoes ringing in his ears; a trace of fear bloomed in his heart. It was as if he knew it, he heard it, somewhere... somehow, but could not remember it.
His heart began to beat louder and louder, and he frowned at himself for the instinctive reaction which he did not understand.
Lucien noticed the hideous smile that formed on the face of The Corrupted Elf, who had moments ago been drowning in despair, and the unease in him only grew stronger. The four peak third-phase powerhouses were about to blast them away, ignoring the anomalous event.
Right when the sound of the trumpet reached a tipping point, Lucien’s gaze automatically flicked towards the gray fog barrier that was close to complete dissipation.
step...
Step..
STEP...
A figure donned in complete pitch-black clothes walked out, a white skull mask on his face, and two curved, blood-red, demonic horns protruding out of his forehead. Blood-red eyes with a black slit of a pupil in the middle.
The figure walked in an extremely relaxed manner, an arrogance that oozed from every cell of his very bloodline.
He did not enter the battlefield like a warrior who was about to face countless enemies; his posture was that of a tyrannical monarch who came to cause genocide for his sole interest alone.
As if noticing Lucien’s gaze, the demonic entity also looked back at him. A shudder ran through his entire body, which the prince wasn’t able to hide. And....
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!
A monstrous wave of demonic energy burst out of the Skull Masked Entity that spanned out for tens of kilometers. Under the crushing weight of that demonic energy, every single living entity within that battlefield from either side experienced true terror for the first time in their lives.
A fear that stemmed from the very blood of the humans, an emotion solely reserved for the vicious race of pure-blooded demons, which all lesser beings of the continent would experience upon facing that potent demonic energy.
No one below the 4th phase could even move an inch.
Even the 5th phase existences were forced to turn their attention to the bloody battlefield, which was completely frozen in dread.
But even they shuddered at the sheer implications of what was happening right in front of their eyes...
As if to incite that overwhelming terror into complete despair, barks of six inhumane demonic laughter echoed at the arrival of that demon.
Conner Ravenspire,
Elira Whitehelm,
Theron Stormmere,
Caelan Dawnridge,
Zena Karmann and Wangnan Baek all laughed in unison, with a hideous grin that almost split their faces in half because their Lord had arrived.
The Lord of the Demonic Armada had emerged...
Only their shrill, demonic laughter echoed in the deathly silence of the battlefield; despair bloomed all around... just from his arrival.
Suddenly, the Skull Masked Demon disappeared from the spot he was standing upon, arriving at the very center of the battlefield in a flash so fast that none could comprehend.
At the same time, the heads of the four powerhouses who were about to kill Wangnan and the Royal Heirs behind him exploded one after another.
Not only that, three other peak 3rd-phase seekers were besieging Zena, almost killing her. Their heads now exploded with a bang.
The laughter of the Thralls of Osiris only grew more demonic by the display of that shocking might.
The screams of more than a dozen 4th-phase seekers resounded from the edges of the battlefield, filled with anxiousness: "EVERYONE RUN, THAT IS A PUREBLOODED DEMON."
More than 40 fourth-phase seekers were madly flying in this direction to attack the vicious adversary that appeared.
They were pressing against the monstrous pressure of Osiris’s demonic energy, which finally gave most of the soldiers a sliver of chance to move.
The soldiers did not dally a single second, heeding the resounding warning, not to mention the overwhelming terror that gripped their very souls, and they were forced to run away.
Yet, just as the numerous human seekers moved to flee like dogs...
For the first time, the Skull Masked Demon spoke, his monstrous, beastly voice sending ripples into the very souls of the soldiers of the Unified Army.
"I hereby forbid every human in a 5-kilometer radius from... moving."
"And, of course... I will kill anyone who violates that rule..."
His command was like an irrefutable declaration that could not be disobeyed, as if something worse than death awaited whoever dared to defy him.
The enraged screams of the 40 fourth phase seekers grew louder from afar. Still, no matter how much energy they put into retaliation against the crushing Demonic Energy, not a single soul dared to move even a finger as they turned to a statue mid-run.
The forces of the Ghost race and the minor kingdoms, on the other hand, were rapidly moving back; in fact, they had already backed away quite a bit in advance.
The followers of Osiris also ran back to the Ghost army’s camps.
Only Wangnan paused for a brief moment, looking at the majestic sight of a single entity powerful enough to make an entire army shake with pure dread. He shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, to think he even thought of standing equal to his lord.
What a foolish thought he had.
The mechanical voice of Prime Nexus whispered into the ears of Osiris. Followed by a rumble that came from far beneath the battlefield.
The ground beneath them started to quake...
[Initiating activation of ’Despair’ attribute-based skill ’Circle of Dread’]
[Activation in 5...4...3....]
"Not yet...." Osiris whispered.
Axel slowly started to pull the palms of both of his hands together in slow motion, and with every passing second, the quaking of the earth only became stronger.
"Not... yet...."
The wave of mighty 4th phase seekers was preparing their strongest attack against him, almost reaching him, to let out their destructive strikes.
"Still... not... yet..."
Osiris could also smell the Despair growing stronger in the hearts of the thousands of terror-stricken, frozen soldiers, negativity spreading like wildfire.
[Activation completing in 2...1....0]
[Redirecting a fragment of all the passively absorbed negative emotions of the warzone onto the slumbering entity]
[Circle of Dread has been fully activated.....]
"NOW...." roared Osiris.
The thousands of frozen 3rd phase seekers, all at his signal, dashed out like a comet, flying into the air, moving towards the camps at the back at blurring speed, with the best of their abilities.
At that exact moment, massive cracks spread across the ground from the central point where most of the human seekers had been just moments before. A massive crater of 300-meter radius formed right there, but the shaking of the earth had no signs of stopping.
The bottom of the crater became so deep in a matter of seconds that it could no longer be seen.
Shock and fear gripped the hearts of the 4th-phase seekers, but they did not stop; they charged to attack Osiris, as he was the source of all these anomalies.
Suddenly, a monstrous howl reverberated throughout heaven and earth. The sound came from the very deep crater; it felt like a call from the abyss itself.
Everything froze once more under the might of that ghastly shriek; the gargantuan body of a slithering black worm emerged. As it rose higher and higher, the creature resembled a black tower that was a kilometer high. That shadow cast by the titanic worm fell onto the Human army.
Causing them to feel despair, as the creature opened its mouth, it was the inverted blooming of a profane flower, made of jagged teeth and wriggling flesh. The creature shrieked, facing the human army, causing a shockwave so powerful that the third phase seeker’s army could barely withstand it.
And then, the creature attacked.
What unfolded afterward was complete and utter Chaos.
And the Demon of Despair... reveled in that malignant mayhem with a wide grin.