Chapter 50: Undead vs Corrupted Spirit.

Dungeon: 60th floor.

The Night Lich turned its skeletal head, the dim green flames in its eye sockets flickering with intelligence. Their escape route was blocked.

Their enemies stood before them, yet none rushed forward like before. Instead, they remained eerily still, their glowing eyes fixated on them. The air was heavy with the scent of burning roots, molten stone, and lingering death.

A dry, echoing chuckle left the Night Lich's jawless mouth.

"It seems we are being underestimated."

The Abyssal Dread Knight stood silent, gripping his massive greatsword with both hands, his crimson eyes burning in embers. Next to him, the Void Phantasm flickered, a shadow barely anchored to this world, its presence warping the surrounding air.

"....More...time.....to.....prepare..." the Void Phantasm rasped, its voice like a whisper from beyond the grave.

With an almost weightless movement, the phantasm materialized one of its mantis-like scythes and slid it across the Abyssal Dread Knight's greatsword, leaving behind a small mark.

"This battle will depend on the two of you."

The Night Lich's bony feet scraped against the stone floor as he walked toward the Abyssal Dread Knight. Without hesitation, he climbed onto the undead abyssal knight's back.

"What are you doing?....."

Abyssal Dread Knight asked.

"This is the only way for me to help.", The Night Lich stated clearly.

Even when using flight magic, he will never be able to keep up with the speed of these two.

And according to his calculations, speed will be the deciding factor in this battle.

If he wanted to participate and not be left behind then he will need this assistance.

A pause.

Then, the Abyssal Dread Knight gave no further protest, allowing the Night Lich to grip onto his neck using his only remaining bony hand.

"Too close..."

"Don't say anything, words will only make it worse."

Without waiting, the Night Lich began casting support magic.

"Greater Magic Shield. Negative Energy Surge. Unholy Weapon. Greater Undead Reinforcement. Speed of Darkness. Death's Blessing."

Each spell pulsed through the Abyssal Dread Knight's body, dark energy rippling through his armor. His red eyes gleamed brighter, his strength swelling.

Then—

"....They're..... starting.... to... move.....", Void Phantadm said.

The smaller plant monsters writhed to life, thick vines slithering across the battlefield. The demi-spirits began chanting in eerie unison, their voices resonating in perfect harmony.

By now they were already very clear about the undead's weakness, fire.

Abyssal Dread Knight waved his greatsword.

"I will.... carved open..... a path."

Putting strength in its leg, the Abyssal Dread Knight crushed the ground he was standing on and rushed forward.

The Void Phantasm stayed behind and started accumulating death energy in its scyth.

The demi-spirits chanted in symmetry.

"...Ariel-Agaris Alvesynth: Firestorm!"

The spell was unleashed.

A wave of crimson fire erupted forward, a roaring inferno devouring everything in its path.

"Negative Burst! Wall Of Skeleton!"

The Night Lich reacted instantly. A sphere of negative energy exploded outward, clashing against the fire, only to be overpowered within seconds. Then, skeletal hands burst from the ground, forming a wall of undead bodies.

But it crumbled almost instantly.

"Racial Skill: Undying Warlord."

A black, liquid-like aura surged around him. His speed spiked, and his body became an abyssal blur.

And then, he charged.

The Firestorm hit.

A searing pain tore through his body. The burning agony was unbearable.

But he did not falter.

With each step, his armor blackened and cracked, the dark energy clashing violently against the fire. Yet, his grip on his greatsword never loosened.

The Night Lich, clinging onto his back, endured the flames as well, his skeletal frame rattling from the overwhelming heat.

Then—

They broke through.

Abyssal Dread Knight emerged from the inferno, his armor charred, but his crimson gaze unfaltering.

Waiting for him was a wave of thick, writhing roots, lunging toward him like living spears.

The demi-spirit overseeing the battlefield smiled cruelly.

Thorns gleamed in the dim light as the roots shot forward, aiming to impale him from every angle.

But the Abyssal Dread Knight did not hesitate.

His greatsword swung.

"Racial Skill: Abyssal Execution Blade."

One slash, roots severed.

Another, the cursed blade passed through them like they were nothing, the passive 'Curse of the Abyss' eating away at their essence.

But there were too many.

For every root he severed, three more took its place.

"5th tier spell: Area Decay."

The Night Lich raised a single bony finger.

The battlefield darkened.

Everything within a wide radius began to rot at an unnatural speed. The endless roots shriveled, their vitality drained in an instant.

The Abyssal Dread Knight didn't forget to take advantage of the opening.

But right after they were greeted by an almost uncountable number of minor plant monsters like giant caterpillars.

"Forget about the distractions and rush forth!", Night Lich shouted.

"Easier said... than done...."

Abyssal Dread Knight skillfully moved his body, avoiding one attack after another, steeping on the monster's head, dodging left and right in an unbelievable manner.

The main reason he could dodge so many attacks was because of the difference in attributed between him and these low-level monsters, plus the various negative status effects he had on them.

Slicing a monster in half, using its disappearing body as a pedestal, the Abyssal Dread Knight reached the third wave.

The demi-spirits.

In the short time they spent passing through, the demi-spirits had already finished their next chant.

"...Ariel-Agaris Alvesynth: Firestorm!"

A second inferno erupted toward them.

The Night Lich's green flames flickered violently.

They could not survive this attack.

"Throw me!"

Without hesitation, Abyssal Dread Knight grabbed the Night Lich and threw him straight at the Firestorm.

"Maximize magic: corpse explosion!"

Along with the Night Lich's crazy scream he self-destructed into a huge mass of death energy, using its life to intercept the fire.

The negative energy succeeded in stopping the Firestorm and at the same time it healed the Abyssal Dread Knight back to full health.

Hidden within the mass of death energy, Abyssal Dread Knight moved, appearing right in front of the closest demi-spirit, waving his greatsword.

The demi spirit widened its eyes in surprise then instinctively used its arms towards cover.

"Thank you....."

Abyssal Dread Knight said, then instead of swinging the sword he used the Demi-spirit's hands as a pedestal, using all of his strength supported by death energy he jumped straight towards the queen of spirits.

As the distance between them decreased.

The corrupted spirit smiled.

Abyssal Dread Knight's red eyes flickered.

Then the next moment.

The corrupted spirit raised her hand and executed a fire spell.

And it's power.....

Greater than the combined attack of the demi spirit!

The attack instantly enveloped the Abyssal Dread Knight.

But that wasn't all.

"HoLy AtTriBute!!!!!!"

The Abyssal Dread Knight screamed, his healed armor cracked open under the effects of the undead's two greatest weaknesses working together.

"ROOOAAARRR!"

An earthquake-shattering roar escaped his mouth.

In its final moments, the Abyssal Dread Knight gathered all of its death energy in his breaking great sword and threw it at the Corrupted spirit.

Seeing his death struggle, the corrupted spirit grinned and increased the power of the divine Firestorm.

The attack enveloped the Abyssal Dread Knight, killing him on the spot, and leaving nothing behind.

Even the blade was shattered mid-flight.

Only the hilt remained, tumbling weakly toward the Corrupted Spirit.

She laughed.

Raising a root, she prepared to knock it aside—

But then—

"....Racial...Skill...Dimensional...Phase....."

A faint, glowing mark lit up.

The space blurred.

And in the very next moment—

The Void Phantasm stood where the hilt had been.

The Corrupted Spirit's smile froze.

She could see him.

But it was too late.

The Void Phantasm's crimson eyes gleamed.

"..Racial...Skill....Void....Execution...."

A single step.

A single slash.

The Scythe of Death carved through her weak spot.

*Screech*

The entire floor trembled as an inhuman screech came out of the corrupted spirit's mouth.

The nearby demi spirits cried at the same time and launched a Firestorm spell at the Void Phantasm.

Having no way to avoid the attack, the Void Phantasm closed his red eyes and said.

"....unable....to... fulfill...master's....order...."

The next moment the Firestorm hit him and he disappeared under its power.

*Screech*

The corrupted spirit kept screaming in an unrecognizable voice, mumbling incoherent words.

The death energy transferred by the Void Phantasm kept trying to take away her life due to its instant death effects.

But every time it was being blocked by the divine energy inside the corrupted spirit.

Besides the screaming corrupted spirit, a woman with long white hair appeared.

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Ps: give power stones.