Kill III

Thaddaeus Stone

Boom Boom Boom

The undead explodes as I chase after Wayne. The bastard is fast and with all the undead, creating the blockades, it is hard to catch him.

The explosions aren't a threat to me, and I am tearing through the blockades, but they are slowing me down.

I have been chasing the bastard for ten minutes and I have yet to catch him.

I wanted to give up and focus on other powerhouses. If I had done that, I am confident; I would have finished killing at least one, but doing that isn't wise.

I cannot leave him, because if I join the battle. It will also join it and Ardan Wayne is no weakling.

He will kill our powerhouses. So, whether I want it or not, I will have to keep chasing him.

I waved the halberd, cleaving through as the group of undead came to stop me.

There was a pillar, but I didn't touch him. I could have easily killed him, but didn't.

There is an understanding. I didn't touch his people, while he didn't touch mine. Like me, he could also be people below Lv. 30, and being a mage gives him a greater reach to do that.

Though I could not kill them, I am moving men toward them, but it is hard because of the sheer number of undead.

A minute and a half passed, and I was still chasing him when a smile appeared on my face.

'It was the right decision,' I thought, seeing Vandal killing Payne Blav.

I was sending him toward Har Scott, but when I saw Blav, I sent him toward him. Vandal has the most envious skills, in one of the most demanding types.

His skills focused on surviving. From Poison Resistance to Shift Injuries too fast healing; having one of these skills makes one person feel jealous, and he has more than three.

Such people are especially sought in the armies; they could survive battles. This means they could gather more experience and level-up.

Giving them a better chance of reaching higher levels, than others.

I had ordered him to move toward Har Scott; the enemy, I earlier sent to fight, before sending him to fight Blav. Rasal is having trouble with him. With Vandal joining, the battle would end quickly.

It is the fourth powerhouse we have killed, and we have lost one, but it is far from enough. We need to kill more. At least ten more, or all five remaining necromancers to affect the horde, and we only have a little more than an hour to achieve that.

It is a tall task, but we need to accomplish it to survive.

Boom Boom Boom!

Another group of undead exploded, shaking me. This explosion was more powerful than any other, I had experienced.

They had gathered power from a large number of undead and focused on the small group. The moment I reached them; the pillar blasted them on me.

My skin burned and death energy was trying to infiltrate my body, before being vanquished by the elder-blood power.

These injuries are light, compared to what had suffered earlier. I really thought I would die and would have died, if I hadn't used every bit of elder power, to protect myself from the fire.

After the battle, I am going to thank her deeply.

Without her help, I wouldn't have been able to control such power effectively to protect against the fire. Even with the bronze energy, I had suffered scalding injuries and needed to drink the potion to help them.

The elder-blood gives fast healing, but it would have taken time to heal those heavy injuries.

The potions make it faster. Especially to me; the elder-blood processes the magical things faster than normal people.

Once again, the undead exploded. I bore the injuries and continued to chase him. Unlike me, there was no resistance or interference for him; as he moved, a couple of ways opened in front of him.

He could move in any direction he pleases.

I am chasing him, with all my speed, and would have caught up to him despite his speed. If not for this interference, blast every minute.

Hun!

Another smile appeared on my face. It is a big smile as the most powerful mage in the army, had shown her worth. She had killed a powerhouse, not a normal powerhouse, but a necromancer.

She was able to do that, despite the unsuitable element. The powerhouses of light, element, lightning, fire, and divine are best against the necromancers, earth is not so much.

Valentina Elar is the most powerful mage we have. An Earth Mage and I called her most powerful because of her collection of spells.

She is not as experienced as Zela, but she could defeat Zela. It was hard when they were pre-level 30, but after it, she gained a big edge over all the mages, that breached Lv. 30.

She has the biggest advantage because of her spell collection.

The mages are terror, but they have one weakness after they made big advancements. The spells collections: the mages receive spells from the great sky, but it is only one; it is rare to get two.

The spells also rarely upgrade.

It is why, our mages are purely on the defensive. I had asked them because they didn't have enough spells in their arsenal to contend against the enemy mages.

Thankfully, they have only brought eight mages, with six being necromancers. We have already killed two necromancers and one mage.

Unlike others, Valentina had studied Grade 4 spells, before she even became High-Mage. She has been doing that for years. So, at the moment she becomes a High-Mage, she begins practicing those spells.

In one month, she had an arsenal of six Grade 4 spells.

Grade 4 spells are rare and expensive; it is not easy to get them. I don't know from where she got them, nor do I care. I am glad she has those spells and killed the necromancers as now; I can do what I want.

I gave them the command while smiling at Wayne, who was looking at me with a bad expression on his face.

If I had been in his place, I would have had the same expressions. Necromancers are an important part of the horde, and he had already lost two.

A minute passed and then another, when Earth Lances and Dusky Arc came in front of Wayne. He was barely able to dodge them and turned to glare before dodging another attack.

I nodded at Paladin Carr and Mage Valentina before turning. I could see, a faint relief flooded into Wayne's eyes.

With the three of us, we would have been able to corner and kill him with enough time, but he isn't the target. If we kill him; the battle would still continue as if nothing happened.

The control of the horde is hands of the necromancers and pillars. Killing them is the key to winning the battle.

He understood what I was planning to do, and his expression turned bad. He nearly stopped in its tracks, before moving to dodge the attack from Mage Valentina and Paladin Carr.

Boom!

A moment later, the undead around Mage Valentina and Paladin Carr exploded, but a second later, both of them moved out of it, looking fine.

These two are best to handle Wayne. They will keep Wayne busy, while I will be able to do my job without any worry.

Some might say, I am making a mistake here. I should have sent the Mage Valentina and Paladin Carr to deal with necromancers while I kept chasing Wayne.

It would have been a wise strategy. If I didn't think, I could do the job faster. They both are capable powerhouses, who had individually killed the necromancers, but I think, I will be able to do the faster.

My abilities and the artifact in my hand will let me do that.

Boom Boom Boom!

The necromancer seemed to have sensed me coming. As the undead began exploding left and right around me, I bore the explosion and soon, reached the necromancers, where the explosions were happening.

The company of soldiers is being bombarded by them. It is a desperate move. Thankfully, there are enough mages that are protecting them from the blast, but they won't be for long.

I could see things getting desperate.

I entered the blockage created by a company inside of its Bishop Merial, fighting against the Necromancer Carcyne.

He is a tall elf wearing a grey classic necromancer robe, holding a staff of wood with bone pearl on top of it.

Aside from them, there are four pre-level 30 warriors who are dealing with special zombies and skeleton constructs.

"Your excellency," I greeted politely, before leaping toward Necromancer Carcyne.

Bishop Alanis isn't a fighter or Battle Priest. Her specialty lies in healing, but that doesn't mean, she couldn't fight.

She had been fighting the Necromancer Carcyne for nearly an hour and there were barely any injuries on her. She had also stopped him from running away, which is much harder to do when there are undead exploding everywhere.

Necromancer Carcyne seemed to be prepared for me as the tens of Bone Lances shot toward me.

Bang Bang Bang!

But before they could reach me, a light shield appeared in front of them, stopping them in their tracks, and giving me the clear way toward the necromancer.

The necromancer seemed to be expecting that a dark, sharp spindle appeared over me and came at me with incredible speed.

Even my expressions turned serious and was about to spin to deal with it.

Bang

When just an enormous sword, made of dusky light, appeared above me and shot toward the spindle and clashed against it.

The necromancers' expressions changed, and a fear appeared in his eyes.

A field of big bony thorns around appeared him, covered with dense grey energy. It is not the thorns that are dangerous, but that deathly energy; I shudder in my heart whenever I think about it.

I had had the curse of this energy and knew how dangerous it was, but it had been eradicated during the awakening.

It is the reason; I was able to awaken or even use the elder-blood power. There are millions of giant bloods across the world, but less than 0.001% of them go through awakening, and even fewer survive.

It was a curse that put the elder blood under enough strain along with other conditions, that it started to awaken.

I was about to send an arc to crush the thorns, where the tide of dusky energy washed cover it, before freezing over, trapping the thorns within.

Seeing that, a smile appeared on my face. There are great advantages of fighting alongside people like Bishop Alanis; they pull more than enough weight.

Thud!

I landed and spent toward him. He attacked me again, with bone lances and acid balls. He had even tried to cast the dark chains, but Bishop Alanis handled it all.

Soon, there was less than a thirty-meter distance between us.

He is trying to retreat, but the progress is slow; Bishop Merial has created walls and other blockades that have slowed his retreat.

Hun!

Suddenly, a change occurred. The bone constructs that were fighting against the pre-level 30s moved toward me.

Bang Bang Bang!

Bishop Merial reacted, but they had crushed through her walls as dark energy covered them.

'He is burning their core,' I thought, looking at constructs.

It is not something the necromancers usually wouldn't do. These bone constructs are hard work and expensive to make. Burning their core means they wouldn't be used again.

They surrounded me. When there were fifteen meters between me and the necromancers.

"Die!" He said, with an angry smile and a bone wall appeared in front of him, blocking my view.

'Fuck!' I cursed and bronze energy burst out of my body.

At the same time, dusky armor covered me and dusky walls around me; the bishop also understood what the necromancer planned to do.

I thought it was planning to use them to stall me, but no; it was planning to make them explode. It is dangerous, more dangerous, than even the furnace, that Ardan Wayne had trapped me.

Boom!

The bone constructs exploded in a shower of bones and death energy. I felt the sharp bones tearing through the dusky walls and armor, before coming at me.

These constructs are laid with many enchantments including this self-destruct, which is designed in such a way, that it will do maximum damage to the person, who is being targeted.

Puch Puch Puch

I felt the bone shards piercing through me. Even armor and the elder energy weren't enough to stop them all.

It lasted less than three seconds, but felt like minutes, with tens of shards piercing into me, forcing death energy into my body.

I looked at the Necromancer Carcyne, who had turned toward me while retreating and held a shock on his face. He thought I would die, but I didn't; I am seriously injured, but not dead.

"It is your turn," I said through a bloody mouth and leaped with all my power, feeling the shuddering pain with every movement. It would have been wise to remove shards and drink the potion before moving at the enemy.

I didn't want to give the enemy a second more, to think of ways to escape.

I may not have drank potion, but powerful healing spells covered me, the moment I moved. I am grateful for it.

Bang Bang Bang!

Necromancer released the spells crazily. Most of them were defended by Bishop Merial, and those came at me, crushed by my halberd.

Thud!

Finally, I landed in front of the Necromancer, who had covered himself with dark armor and then a huge bone armor and sent a massive lance with a crystalline tip, wreathed in death energy at me.

It is powerful enough. If it hits me, it will tear through me.

"Die!"

I screamed as I poured every bit of elder power into the halberd and swung it toward the massive lance.

Krrrrr!

My halberd clashed against it, before cutting through it.

The halberd may be broken, but it is an artifact. Its edge is such, that it could cut through any magic, and it did.

It didn't stop after cutting through the lance and kept moving. I could see the horror on the necromancer's face. His last gamble had failed.

Now there is only my halberd and him.

"I su" He tried to say something at last, but I didn't listen.

Pachak!

The halberd cut through his armor, before cutting through the necromancer, killing him.

Immediately, I felt the change around the undead. They stopped exploding and slowed down their crazed charge.

"Three dead, three more to go," I said to myself and moved toward the fourth necromancer. There is no time to waste. The sooner we kill them; the quicker we will gain victory.

Saving people who are losing their lives every minute fighting the horde.