Rise of the Undead Legion

Chapter 490 - A Lost Friend

Chapter 490 - A Lost Friend

The Gae Bolg, a newly manifested weapon, a spear with the power to sever immortality, and render one as mortal as a human. Death will have no barrier in claiming the lives of those slain by the Gae Bolg. And now the Undead King, powerless, locked in place, snared and at the mercy of this god slaying weapon while Dave watched in utter terror what was going to happen.

He had no power to stop the Ash King, even if he wanted to, he was bound by the spear to not move. Stuck in place, unable to move a muscle, and all skills grayed out. Tiny was on the verge of bursting from exertion trying to repel the power of the Gae Bolg, but nothing happened.

The Death of the Undeath King would mean the end of this war, and the victory of the Ash King and the start of the demons comeback, as with their king still alive, they would be able to topple the Undead from the Underworld and they will manage to overthrow their ruling and leave this place to seek chaos in the overworld.

The Undead King’s death wouldn’t only mean just that to Dave, it would also mean the passing of a character that acted as his pillar in this world, the one who supported him in striving thus where he is now. Where he could claim to be the prince of the Undead, the next ruler, and also the Undead King is the father figure that Dave had never had in his life. The parent that cared for him, urged him, encouraged him, and was proud to see him where he is now.

The Death of the Undead King would be the unrepairable crack in Dave’s heart, and he could do nothing but see the massive Ash King stab down with his spear.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Dave’s voice sounded like the bellowing roar of an enraged beast.

A blinding purple light radiated in the distance, right between the Ash King and the Undead King. Right after the light faded. Dave’s heart felt like if it was turned to brittle stone and someone had squeezed on it.

Instead of the spearhead piercing right through the Undead King, someone had taken it in his stead.

It was Drahma, the Unfettered Giant.

How did he get here? Dave had no knowledge, but seeing the purple teleportation magic, it was definitely Dagla’s doing, the Arch lich must have sent the giant here.

The spear had pierced through Drahma’s neck. Forcing black chunks of blood out of him. The giant didn’t seem to be bothered by the spear as much as he was with the Undead King behind him. He moved his hand and grabbed the Undead King then unceremoniously threw him away from the field and into the Undead’s Backline.

The Ash King was furious, his kill was not successful. He ripped the spear out of Drahma’s neck and with it, all the Spear’s spells stopped.

Drahma fell on his knees. One hand gripping at his neck. And the other supporting him with a fist on the ground.

The Ash King kicked Drahma to the side, sending the giant tumbling until he fell at Dave’s feet. Dave was shaking, he didn’t know what to do. Black veins spread from Drahma’s neck and spread all the way across his body.

Dave knelt to check on his friend. The latter couldn’t speak, but a wide smile was on his face. Dave knew that Drahma was proud of his action.

With a shaking hand, Dave touched on Drahma’s chest, only to have his hand pass through the Giant. Drahma’s body turned to floating ash. Where the winds of the Underworld blew it away, fading into nothingness.

A notification appeared in front of Dave.

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Drahma the Unfettered has died by the Gae Bolg.

The Death Heart has no ability to revive what dies by a God Slaying weapon.

Drahma has left you a will, speak to Dagla to receive it.

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Conquest Server Announcement!

Sorrowful Vengeance of the Undead.

All of the Undead Legion have sensed the sacrifice of Drahma to Save their king.

Their weapons have never been sharper, their bodies have never been stronger.

The Undead have vowed to take vengeance upon the killer of their brother.

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From Drahma’s remains, a pinch of ash remained in Dave’s hands. He stood up, wiped his face with it, and didn’t utter a word.

Dave’s ashen face was enough a resolve to portray his rage. There was no need for words. All that is left was the Death of the Ash King.

Dave walked in steady steps toward the Ash King. He activated his [Infernal Tyrant’s Oppression]. And walked forward.

The skull that never deigned any creature with respect to it, that always hovered in utter contempt to all below it, now had a white brand on it. It was similar to Dave’s smudged ash on his face.

The Skull had no expression this time. It was calm. And what is calm must be feared as the sea before it turns to raging waves of destruction.

The fire turning around Dave swayed away and in with each of his moves. As if the very flames of his aura feared to stand in his way.

Dave drew Durandal and poised Ajax forward. He marched like a spartan. With unwavering resolve.

So what if the Ash King was three hundred levels above him? So what if he was the king of all the demons? So what if he was a half-god?

The Ash King will die today, and not even a god would stop Dave from doing so.

The Ash King twirled his Gae Bolg and pointed it at Dave.

The Ash King laughed, "Come and meet the same fate as the giant. Today all will taste the tip of my spear!"

Dave sprinted toward the Ash King. His anger was so clear that no player dared stand in his way, they believed that the Ash King was powerful enough that he could stop Dave, so why should they bother and risk their lives.

The Ash King thrusted with the Gae Bolg forward, sending a projection of a black snake, so big that it looked like it would consume the whole world.

The snake shot at Dave with speed far faster than a bullet. But thankfully, his poised shield was ready and in wait. Dave had used [Absorb] Fully consuming the snake into his shield.

He then swung Durandal, swatting the Spear away.

A spear had a greater advantage over a sword thanks to its sheer length and reach, however, Durandal was a sword so big that it didn’t suffer from such a disadvantage.

The reach of both giants was similar, yet their strength was not. The Ash King was by far superior to Dave in all terms of fighting prows and abilities, yet he failed in one region. The churning anger in Dave’s chest due to the loss of his friend.

Dave swung down his sword at the Ash King, but the latter defended back. His superiority in terms of strength came in handy to defend against Dave’s strike.

[Final Phantasm] Dave called.

The guitar however didn’t fall. But Dave’s own armor became bleaker, darker, and more sinister. Spectral skulls and ghosts surged and moved around him. They looked terrified, ghosts were terrified, a notion never before seen amongst the undead. But they were not terrified of the Ash King, but the current form of Dave.

Dave didn’t even last in Final Phantasm for more than a few seconds. He was done with playing

[Phantasmal Edge]

The skies broke. For the first time in this battle, and perhaps the first time in the underworld, the skies above the Ash King’s keep were no longer blood crimson red. They blasted away and apart, revealing a clear starry night.

Space contorted, the stars collided and from their explosion came the hand of a tiny creature. A tattooed hand, filled with skull rings and bracelets pointed at the Ash King.

A single point and the Ash King’s body husked over. Losing all power, his flames snuffed out and his might no more.

The Ash King’s HP was cut by half. And with it came pain never before known to such a being.

Dave had the chance to pile some damage on the Ash King and he was about to take it.

Yet before he could do a thing. A small flying rowboat came out of nowhere, and right on it were two people with a third covered from head to toe by a cloak.

The two people Dave instantly recognized. The bald monk that plagued Dave in the Underworld. And the second was the Adopted son of the Ruined King Ashkar. Also goes by the same name, Ashkar the Arch Sorcerer.

The Monk jumped from the boat, and slammed his staff down on the Ash King, smashing his head right into the ground.

"What the f.u.c.k are you doing here?!" Dave roared. But his words fell on deaf ears.

Ashkar followed after the Monk and slammed his palm on the Ash King’s back. In his other hand was a box that Dave knew far too well. It was Pandora’s Box.

Ashkar pulled a black ghost from the Ash King’s back and opened Pandora’s box then threw it in it.

Dave guessed at what was happening, so he inspected the Ash King and realized what went down.

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|Active Debuff |: <Pilfered Strength> The Ash King has lost one Level of Power.

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This was how Ashkar Stole levels, but he didn’t know to what purpose. Another thing happened right after, the Monk slammed down with his spear on the Ash King’s hand, forcing it to release Gae Bolg, he then grabbed it and jumped back into the boat and handed the spear to the robed man.

Ashkar laughed loud, he looked at Dave and said, "Soon, your worst nightmares will come true!"

Just as he finished his words, Ashkar jumped back up and the boat disappeared from the underworld.

Dave was thankful that these two had ripped some of the might off of the Ash King as it will make this battle much easier. Yet Ashkar’s warning gave him a grave sense of dread. Something was going on in Conquest. And it was definitely nothing good.

Dave turned his attention back to the Ash King, even with a level less, and without the Gae Bolg, the Ash King was still a great threat, he needed his full attention focused on this foe.

"Young lad, how about you let this giant give you a hand? I have sensed your sorrow for the loss of your friend, he too was a giant, even remotely, he was still related to us Titans. Here, use my strength, it could come in handy."

The Earth Titan said and threw a small piece of white marble at Dave.

The marble penetrated into Dave’s skin and he received a notification shortly after.

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Titan’s Might.

For a brief period, you can conjure and wield the power of the earth.

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"Thank you," Dave muttered. He then stomped on the ground, forcing a pillar of rock to smashed into the downed Ash King and raise him back to his feet.

"No time for naps bitch, we’re just getting warmed up."

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