Chapter 979: Clash of the Immortals

"Gah-oh~~~~~~~~"

As the War Elephant of Death took shape, Darius III roared once more, raising his battle axe and pointing it forward.

The next moment, the army of 10,000 undead soldiers charged forward, led by 300 vanguard warriors who had just crawled out from underground.

Their flesh had long since decayed, with some reduced to mere skeletons. Their thoughts had vanished into the endless river of time, yet their spirits remained intact, forever with their king.

They were the king's spear, piercing all his enemies.

They were the king's shield, protecting all that he wished to defend.

As long as King Darius III lived, no matter how many times they were struck down, they would rise again from the ground, regroup under their king's banner, reform the War Elephant of Death, and fight their enemies once more!

This was a nearly invincible army, with few in the world capable of opposing them—yet among those few were the two vampires present at this very moment.

Roa had undergone eighteen reincarnations and gained special Mystic Eyes capable of perceiving the fragile lines of living beings. No matter how strong the defense or how tough the body, nothing could withstand a single strike from him. Wherever his dagger passed, limbs were severed, and even the supposedly immortal 10,000 cavalrymen were no exception.

If that were all, it might still be manageable. After all, the range of the dagger's attack was small, and he could only kill a few soldiers at a time. While he was busy killing, they could surround him and overwhelm him with sheer numbers. However, Roa's strength was not only in the offensive power granted by his Mystic Eyes but also in his astonishing regenerative ability.

Whether pierced by spears, crushed by shields, or trampled by war elephants, within a few breaths, he would restore himself to his original state—his clothes intact as if untouched. This could no longer be described as simple regeneration; it was a mysterious power far beyond the immortality of the 10,000 cavalrymen.

"I can kill you with a single strike, but no matter how many times you strike me, you can't kill me. So what if there are more of you?"

Sounds unfair, doesn't it? But if you think that's the most unreasonable thing here, you're wrong. The most unreasonable one is Nrvnqsr Chaos.

Roa, no matter how strong, was still just one person. Compared to an army of 10,000, he was nothing. Even if he cut down one squad, another would take its place, and the soldiers he had killed before would regroup and recover.

The army, composed of corpses and skeletons, could be replenished infinitely as long as their magical energy held out. Although their speed couldn't compare to Roa's, they could compensate for the time difference with their numbers. Could Roa truly overwhelm the entire army's regenerative abilities?

Roa, bound by Kirei Kotomine's body, could not unleash such power—but Nrvnqsr Chaos could.

Perhaps in terms of scale, Nrvnqsr Chaos's beast horde wasn't as grand as the Athanaton Ten Thousand, but in terms of individual strength, the beasts were far superior. Even the lowest-grade beasts could fight the undead soldiers one-on-one, while stronger ones could take on many at once. The fantastical creatures at the core could fight hundreds, showing the terrifying strength of their high-level mysteries.

While Roa struggled to cut down a hundred soldiers, the beast horde had already wiped out an entire battalion of a thousand. Of course, the beasts had paid a heavy price—most of the lower-level beasts were annihilated, and half of the fantastical creatures were dead, with the remaining ones severely injured.

Having experienced countless battles, Darius would not let this opportunity slip. He immediately mobilized another battalion of a thousand soldiers to finish them off in one decisive strike.

One side bore heavy losses, while the other remained intact. The outcome was predictable—the remaining fantastical creatures were wiped out, and spears blazing with green fire pierced Nrvnqsr Chaos's body, turning him into a pincushion.

What was surprising, however, was that despite being pierced by dozens of spears, Nrvnqsr Chaos showed no signs of pain.

"Do you think you can kill me like this? Foolish! Even if you kill all my familiars and completely tear this body apart, it won't matter—unlike other vampires, I didn't use other creatures to form my body. Instead, I integrated the genetic factors of animals into Chaos, using it as my flesh. From the beginning, I had no concept of a true body or familiars. Whether it's this body or the familiars you see, they're all just part of Chaos!"

As he spoke, black, murky fluid gushed from the wounds where the spears had pierced him, far exceeding the amount of blood any human could possess. Moreover, these black liquids had unimaginable density; even a small amount would exert immense pressure, pinning anything it touched to the ground, rendering them immobile.

In an instant, a forbidden zone appeared on the battlefield. The soldiers within it were immobilized, and those outside couldn't enter. Nrvnqsr Chaos, the cause of all this, continued to speak:

"How does it feel? The taste of the Chaos within me? If you're curious, keep count of the number of beasts inside me. In human terms, it's 666. I am 666—666 genetic factors, 666 beasts, and 666 lives! To destroy me, you would have to eliminate all 666 lives at once—an impossible feat, akin to destroying an entire continent! And as for the familiars you've killed, they haven't truly been destroyed—"

Amidst the black fluid, bubbles began to form, with something wriggling inside them. As Nrvnqsr Chaos paused, the bubbles burst, and brand-new beasts emerged from the murky liquid.

"—They're part of Chaos, without any fixed form. They're seeds of life—indeterminate forms that evolve to adapt to the environment. So even if they lose their form after being killed, as long as they return to my body, they can be reborn as part of Chaos and evolve again. Each time they evolve, even I can't predict the outcome—just like this Chaos itself."

Indeed, as he said, the newly reborn beasts had undergone different changes compared to before. The number of lower-level beasts had decreased, while the number of fantastical creatures had increased. Their size and physical strength had also noticeably improved, evidently evolving specifically to counter the undead soldiers.

"How to control and organize such a chaotic system tree has been a lifelong question for me."

At this moment, Nrvnqsr Chaos finally displayed a truly human emotion—pride, bursting into triumphant laughter.