The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2814 Eternal Death in Action

Chapter 2814  Eternal Death in Action

In a flash of dark energy, Eternal Death materialized above the breached city wall, her presence a stark contrast to the chaos below. The very spot where the Macabre Horde had penetrated her ancestral domain now became the stage for her power.

The First General, embroiled in a desperate struggle alongside his high-level undead and local guards, looked up in awe as Eternal Death took her position. Their valiant efforts to stem the tide of the savage undead seemed to pause as all eyes turned to the celestial figure above.

Raising her scythe high, Eternal Death commanded the attention of not just her defenders and the invading horde, but also the terrified populace hiding in nearby buildings. In this moment of crisis, she appeared as a dark savior, a goddess of death come to pass judgment.

With a fluid, almost hypnotic motion, she twirled her scythe in the air. A black wheel of corrupt energy formed, spreading like an ominous mist across the battlefield. The obsidian glow of her crown intensified, marking her as the supreme arbiter of life and death in this realm.

Her voice, powerful and resonant, carried across the battlefield as she proclaimed, "As the bearer of the crown of darkness and mother of the undead, I extend an invitation to exist within my domains. But today, your individual stories hold no weight. Belonging to my kingdom does not grant you the right to violate my city and disrespect my authority. For this transgression, I shall claim your corrupt existences here and now."

With these words still echoing, Eternal Death surged forward, her form a blur of darkness as she descended upon the most advanced undead of the horde. These creatures, moments ago unstoppable in their assault on the guards and horrified inhabitants, now faced a force beyond their comprehension.

Eternal Death's scythe carved through the undead horde with terrifying efficiency, each strike leaving nothing but motionless husks in its wake. As the weapon cleaved through corrupted flesh and bone, it severed the malevolent spirits from their physical anchors, releasing a cascade of souls into the night air.

These liberated essences, no longer bound by the chains of undeath, drifted slowly upward. They were drawn inexorably toward the wheel of darkness that hung ominously behind Eternal Death, a vortex of power that seemed to pulse with each new addition. With arms outstretched, she continued her grim harvest, the number of souls swirling around her growing with each passing moment. Her weapon moved with an almost sentient purpose, as if guided by an unseen hand in its relentless assault against the Macabre Horde.

In a matter of minutes, the scythe had carved a swath of destruction through the invading force, clearing an area that extended nearly a kilometer from the breach in the city wall. Where chaos and death had reigned moments before, now there was only an eerie stillness, broken only by the whisper of souls being drawn into Eternal Death's dark embrace.

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Even the battle-hardened First General, accustomed to the grimmest aspects of necromancy, felt a chill course through his very being as he witnessed Eternal Death's awesome power in action. The gulf between his own considerable abilities and the raw, undisputed might of Eternal Death was laid bare, a chasm so vast it defied comprehension.

Realizing that Eternal Death alone would be more than sufficient to quell the crisis at this breach, the First General made a tactical decision. With a respectful nod to his superior, he signaled his intention to address the other flashpoints of combat and confusion erupting across the city. Eternal Death acknowledged his withdrawal with a slight inclination of her head, her focus never wavering from the task at hand.

As the First General departed, Eternal Death surveyed the aftermath of her intervention. The trail of destroyed corpses left by her scythe was a testament to her power, but it also threw into sharp relief the path of devastation carved by the Macabre Horde before her arrival.

The invading force had penetrated deep into the city, leaving a kilometer-long scar of destruction in its wake. Dozens of buildings lay in ruins, their once-sturdy walls now nothing more than rubble and broken dreams. Hundreds of residents, caught in the initial onslaught, had met a gruesome end. The toll on the city's defenders was equally grim—at least 300 local guards had fallen in the desperate fight to hold the line, their sacrifices marked by the blood-soaked streets. Hundreds more lay wounded or utterly exhausted, the horrors they had witnessed etched into their haunted eyes.

Eternal Death observed the devastation but remained impassive, acknowledging the losses without visible reaction. She glided through the air, positioning herself before the gaping breach in the wall. Beyond lay a sea of undead, held at bay only by the force of her power.

She knew that the moment she withdrew, the horde would surge forward with renewed vigor, once again bringing chaos to the city.

Eternal Death could not allow such a catastrophe!

She halted before the mass of undead, unleashing a terrifying aura that emanated from her very being. This display of power forced an instinctive understanding upon those who dared to stand at her threshold.

This was not their domain. Should they persist in defying her existence, they would find only the void of limbo!

Their primal instincts screamed at them to retreat, breaking the mysterious call that had drawn them to this place. Once again, they felt the allure of the Awakening Peak beckoning them.

This transformation wasn't instantaneous. It took Eternal Death nearly five minutes of concentrated effort, channeling her powers to compel the savage undead to withdraw.

As she exerted her will, a hideous expression contorted her face. Never had she imagined that Mylecent would push her to such extremes, forcing her to unleash the full extent of her powers, yet still unable to confront her rival directly.

As the implications of using her Hell powers in this place today sank in, Eternal Death's hatred for Mylecent intensified exponentially. The pressure of her murderous intent grew so overwhelming that even her own forces found themselves involuntarily retreating from her presence.

But she held her ground, soon ordering someone to repair the wall and pressing the undead away from her city again.

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While Eternal Death was focused on defending the city, her elite forces were engaged in a fierce battle against the group suspected of harboring Mylecent. The rebel faction displayed unexpected dexterity and strength, catching the royal forces off guard with abilities they hadn't anticipated.

However, this was the kingdom's capital, and Eternal Death's guards fought with unmatched skill and determination. Gradually, they gained the upper hand, methodically eliminating their opponents until only three adversaries remained - one visibly weakened and the other two exhausted.

"Mylecent, reveal yourself!" demanded the man who had earlier conferred with Eternal Death. He leveled his sword at the apparently injured woman, his voice laced with anticipation and fury.

All eyes were fixed on the wounded figure as she slowly removed her mask and lowered her hood. The guards held their breath, expecting to see Mylecent's infamous visage. Instead, they were met with the face of a red-haired woman, her lips curled in an unsettling smile despite the dire circumstances.

"You've lost," she declared, her human expression morphing into a metallic sheen as energy suddenly condensed around her form.

"Fall back!" The warning came too late. In the next instant, Gloria's mercury clone detonated.

BOOM!

Silver flames erupted, engulfing hundreds of cubic meters in their searing embrace. The inferno consumed everything not already shredded by the explosion's metal shrapnel, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

Similar scenes unfolded across the city as Hell Lifelings and Gloria's other clone executed their coordinated assault, sowing chaos and misdirecting Minos' enemies with devastating efficiency.