Return of the Calamity-Class Death Knight

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Chapter 295: Obstacles (1)

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The first to notice the uninvited guests was Narita, the Giant Evill of Pandemonium.

As a necromancer of the Necromancy Sect, she possessed an exceptional ability to control the undeads.

Her skill was so recognized that she was given command of the undead army by Dorugo.

"Don\'t just attack the walls! Shell the top of the wall! Kill all the archers!"

She spotted a group of people emerging from the forest as she flew through the sky controlling the undead with dark magic.

"Where did those guys come from?"

A rather handsome man was leading the way, followed by elves and humans.

Strangely, the humans were surrounding the elves, as if they were protecting them.

"Humans? Why are there humans here?"

Narita stared at them with a dumbfounded expression.

The only humans in Alfheim were the dark mages and knights belonging to Pandemonium.

If they belonged to Pandemonium, they should be capturing the elves. Yet, they were protecting them.

"I have to capture them and interrogate them."

Narita gave an order to the undead at the back of her troops. The undead turned around.

"Capture them. It\'s okay if half of them die."

The undead, towering like houses, roared in response to Narita\'s command.

Their roars were as massive as their bodies. The entire field resounded from their roars.

"Judging by their movements, they must be confident in their abilities."

Narita muttered, looking at the man at the front.

"But what a pity, my darlings are no ordinary creatures."

As she said, the undeads that filled the field were no ordinary beings.

They were created from the corpses of monsters that Dorugo, the master of all dark mages, had collected over nearly a thousand years.

They were of various kinds, from extinct species to mutants. What they had in common was that they were all terrifying monsters when they were alive.

He had resurrected them as undead and enhanced them with dark magic.

With such a force, even a Master Class...

"...Light?"

Light emanated from the sword that the man was holding.

The moment she saw the light, Narita felt an instinctive aversion.

It wasn\'t ordinary light. It was light made of divine power.

"A paladin? No, it feels different from those hypocrites."

While Narita was confused, the man swung his sword.

With a flash of light, a giant aurablade cut across the entire field.

The densely packed undead were all cut in half.

"..."

Narita opened her mouth unconsciously.

Tens of thousands of undead had been annihilated by that single attack.

Even though Narita had lived for over a century, she had never witnessed anything like this before.

"Follow me, everyone."

The man commanded the elves and humans behind him. He walked towards the gate, stepping over the corpses of the undeads.

The moment Narita saw this, she instinctively felt the need to stop them.

If a knight as powerful as him joined the elves, the tide of the battle might turn in an unpredictable way.

"...Stop them! Kill them all!"

The field was still overflowing with undeads. They began to fill the empty space. Over ten thousand undeads tried to attack the intruders.

"He must be exhausted after using such a powerful attack. If we all attack him together..."

Just as Narita said that the man moved again.

Every time he swung his sword, the undead were cut to pieces.

Narita\'s once-proud army was utterly destroyed, failing to even approach the man.

"What are you doing! Stop them! Hold them back!"

No matter how much Narita shouted, it was useless. The man and his group were getting closer and closer to the gate.

-What\'s going on here?

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Narita\'s ear. Someone had cast a telepathic spell.

Narita reflexively looked up at the sky. And there she saw a jellyfish-like undead floating in the air.

Six men stood on it, all exuding an overwhelming aura.

"Metrom..."

Metrom, the Head Splitter.

He was one of the most hated figures among the Giant Evils of Pandemonium. His personality was as nasty as his reputation.

Despite his personality, he was still alive because he was so skilled.

-You should have contacted me right away if something unusual happened. Why were you standing still?

"...I thought I could handle it myself."

Metrom sneered at her causing her to bite her lip unconsciously.

-Since I know how incompetent you are, retreat. I\'ll deal with that guy.

Metrom and his subordinates jumped off the undead jellyfish. And they blocked the man\'s path.

"Stop. You shall go no further."

Metrom spoke in a murderous tone.

"You seem confident in your abilities... but your confidence is misplaced. To think you would try to break through here alone."

Metrom held an axe in his hand.

"Right now, I will..."

"First Wheel."

As if pouring oil on a fire, the man\'s aura intensified in an instant. Simultaneously, the man disappeared.

In an instant, Narita could only helplessly watch as the scene unfolded before her.

The head of the foremost subordinate was severed an an instant.

The upper and lower bodies of the subordinates behind him were separated.

The subordinate next to him was split diagonally in half.

The subordinates died faster than she could blink. They probably didn\'t even realize they were dead.

"This..."

Only Metrom was able to respond to the man\'s speed by swinging his axe horizontally in an attempt to sever the man\'s waist.

The man swung his sword down to split Metrom\'s body. The sword and the axe collided.

And the axe was cut in half.

The axe was cut smoothly as if a hot knife were cutting through tofu.

"This, this can\'t be..."

The sword that had cut the axe also cut Metrom\'s head and body in half.

Metrom, the Head Splitter, was killed by being split in half.

"..."

Narita could only tremble in fear.

Although Metrom\'s personality was nasty, she couldn\'t underestimate his skills. He was a man who had earned the position of Giant Evil with only an axe and had no teacher to guide him.

Yet, such a man had died without even being able to land a proper hit.

Moreover, he wasn\'t defeated by skill. He was overwhelmed by the sheer power.

"I-I have to run. If I stay here, I..."

At that moment, Narita met the man\'s eyes. She felt her heart harden in fear of death.

"Ah, ah... Ughh..."

The man swung his sword. A flash of light released from the sword and severed the Narita\'s neck.

Her head and body separated and fell to the ground.

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With the death of the dark mage in the sky, the undead began to rampage out of control.

Thanks to this, Damien no longer needed to waste his strength.

"Why are you all just standing there? Move."

Elves, who had been staring blankly at his performance, hurriedly followed him.

However, Damien had to stop before he could go far.

A sudden burst of flames erupted right in front of him.

The rising flames formed a wall, blocking Damien and his companions.

It wasn\'t ordinary fire. The flames were so intense that they could melt iron instantly.

It was a type of flame he had seen in his past life.

One of the pillars of Pandemonium.

Sla, the Weapons Master, and the other pillars of Pandemonium.

It was the flame used by the Lord of Eternal Flame.

"A big shot appeared at the last minute."

Damien said as if he was bored.

Then, someone descended gracefully from the sky.

The moment Damien saw the man\'s face, he couldn\'t believe his eyes.

In his past life, the Lord of Eternal Flame had always worn a mask. A smooth mask without any patterns.

But now, the Lord of Eternal Flame was not wearing any mask.

What was even more shocking was his face.

The face of the Lord of Eternal Flame, which Damien was seeing for the first time in both his past and present lives, was exactly the same as the face he knew.

"...The Imperial Supreme Sword?"

The Lord of Eternal Flame\'s face was exactly the same as the Imperial Supreme Sword.

The only difference was his ears. Unlike the Imperial Supreme Sword, his ears were pointed and long like an elf\'s.

"Damien, that man is not the Imperial Supreme Sword."

Sincia said urgently. She glared at the Lord of Eternal Flame with a face full of hatred.

"That man is the Lord of Eternal Flame, a dark mage of Pandemonium!"

At Sincia\'s shout, the Lord of Eternal Flame looked around and said,

"I came here because I felt something strange in the eastern army... and something incredible was happening."

The Lord of Eternal Flame snapped his fingers. A peacock made of fire appeared behind him.

As soon as the peacock appeared, all the moisture around it dried up. The weeds in the field turned yellow and crumbled.

It wasn\'t an ordinary spirit. It was a high-level fire spirit.

"Sheshe, turn them into ashes."

The peacock\'s tail spread out like a fan. Flames erupted from the eye-like patterns.

A blazing inferno engulfed Damien and his companions. The field was completely engulfed in flames.

The Lord of Eternal Flame stared at the flames with cold eyes. Soon, he frowned slightly.

"...What?"

The flames were gathering towards the center.

The speed increased, and all the flames emitted by the fire spirit were sucked in.

Then, he could clearly see it.

The elves and humans were standing unharmed.

And there was Damien, holding a ball of fire.

"...What did you do?"

The Lord of Eternal Flame asked with a hardened face.

Damien shook his hands and said,

"You wouldn\'t understand even if I explained."

In his past life, there was a knight named the Knight of Red Lotus among the knights Damien had fought.

He was one of the Empire\'s heroes during the War of Destruction and, as his nickname implies he was very proficient in wielding fire.

Damien had encountered him on a battlefield and had won after a two-day battle.

Damien could manipulate fire thanks to the realm he had copied from the Knight of Red Lotus.

"Looks like you don\'t like talking. Well, neither do I."

The Lord of Eternal Flame spread his arms. A giant magic circle appeared beneath his feet.

"You seem quite familiar with fire... but I wonder if you can get along with this flame."

A massive flame soared up from the magic circle.

Strangely, the flame was pitch black. And mixed with it was a blood-red color.

The dark red flames merged, forming a muscular male figure.

Nail-shaped gray stakes were embedded in various parts of the male\'s body. The liquid was constantly flowing from the places where the nails were embedded.

Sincia exclaimed in shock after witnessing such scene.

"Karma! You devil! What have you done to him!"

Karma.

It was a name Damien knew. It was one of the two Spirit Kings Sincia had contracted with in his past life.

The fire Spirit King.

He was a transcendent being known for his ability to burn the entire world.

"Karma, destroy them all."

The Lord of Eternal Flame pointed at Damien and the elves. But Karma just stood there.

"You\'re not listening again."

The Lord of Eternal Flame stroked his bracelet. The nails embedded in Karma\'s body burrowed into his flesh more deeply.

-Uwaaaaaaaaaa!

The fire Spirit King let out a painful scream. The Lord of Eternal Flame gave another order.

"I won\'t say it twice. Kill them."

The fire Spirit King opened his mouth so wide that his skin tore, and flames erupted from it.

The pitch-black flames that could burn the heavens descended upon them.

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