novelraw Chapter 385-1: The Mobile Power Bank, Amos (1)
Chapter 385-1: The Mobile Power Bank, Amos (1)
“Bro, hang in there, I am almost there!”
Hearing the sincere response in his headset, Amos let out a quiet sigh.
He had no other choice. With his strength, he did not even have absolute confidence in a one on one against the Tenth Disciple Jeremiah, let alone killing the demigod level Agabus and becoming the sole winner.
He had to kill everyone he could, then use Rite of the Dead to turn them all into even stronger high level undead.
After Cain’s death, he would have three Abyssal Dark Knights. If he then killed Jeremiah and the three retainers he brought, the number of high level undead would rise to seven.
Not only were high level undead even stronger than they had been in life, once enough of them were gathered there was also a considerable boost in overall power.
The stronger and more numerous the high level undead were, the more feedback there would be to the Calamity Lich.
Yet even with seven high level undead and a powerful bone dragon, the odds of victory were still far too low when facing a demigod.
A vicious glint flashed in Amos’ eyes.
He still had one final finishing move.Corpse Explosion was normally just an average Shell skill, but if he paid the price of sacrificing seven high level undead, Corpse Explosion would turn into a forbidden spell with terrifying destructive power.
Only then would he have a chance of becoming the final victor.
“Cain, don’t blame me. Blame the fact that only one winner can exist… Even if you and I both survived to the end, we still could not avoid a battle.”
“Rather than dragging it out until the end, you might as well become my high level undead early and strengthen my power.”
“After all, you… are going to die anyway.”
Amos’ face was expressionless as he thought this to himself.
“Bro, hold on a bit more. Something held me up just now, but I am coming over right away.”
Cain’s slightly apologetic voice came through the headset.
Amos froze for a moment at these words, then forced down his anger and said in an urgent tone, “Cain, what could be more important than backing me up?”
“Huh, Bro, you didn’t look at the Soul Annihilation option?”
“Maybe you were too focused on running and did not notice that Jeremiah already lost track of you.”
“Well, Jeremiah just happened to bump into me, so your little bro did you a favor and took care of him…”
Only now did Amos notice the Soul Annihilation option flashing in the corner.
He clicked it open and clearly saw the text written there.
[Tenth Disciple Jeremiah, dead.]
Amos could hardly believe his own eyes. How long had it been since the start?
How had the Tenth Disciple Jeremiah already died? How had he, along with three retainers, died without a sound?
“And Bro, I have already arrived…”
Cain’s half laughing voice drifted through the headset.
[You suddenly feel an immense terror shroud your body, making your hands and feet tremble uncontrollably.]
[You forcibly steady yourself and turn your head to look behind you…]
[You see a figure flickering with red light standing there at some unknown point in time.]
[He has a crimson greatsword the size of a door panel resting on his shoulder, and countless strands of blood red aura coil around him like ribbons of blood.]
[Just looking at that not particularly burly figure makes you feel that he is towering and mighty like a mountain, wielding a power that mortal ants can never hope to match.]
[Just looking at that crimson greatsword is like seeing a sun of blood and corruption. The foul power makes you want to gouge out your eyes and scream in madness.]
[You have discovered the Twelfth Disciple Cain.]
[You cannot help shivering in fear and feel an unprecedentedly heavy pressure.]
Amos was scared out of his wits. “C-Cain, y-you, how can you…”
He stuttered, unable to string together a complete sentence.
One had to know that his Calamity Lich Shell had already reached Legendary+ grade and its Shell Level had long since broken past one hundred.
Amos had met mythic grade demigod bosses before. When facing those terrifying bosses that he could not possibly win against, the game text had only ever said, ‘You feel extremely heavy pressure.’
But now, what was with ‘You cannot help shivering in fear and feel an unprecedentedly heavy pressure’?
Could Cain actually be stronger than those mythic grade terrifying bosses?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Cain had only cleared fifth difficulty not long ago and had only just emerged from the Disciple selection.
Cain was merely an Apostle who had just stepped up into sixth difficulty, merely the lowest ranked Disciple.
How could he possibly be stronger than Amos, how could he possibly be stronger?
Regardless of how Amos refused to believe it, the game text could not be faked.
“Bro, this island may only have room for a single winner, but do you really have to be this impatient?”
“Your little bro was originally planning to team up with you to take down Agabus, and once Agabus died, what harm would there be in letting you have one of the winning slots?”
“Now you are forcing me to kill you.”
[The red flickering figure, the Twelfth Disciple Cain, raises the crimson greatsword and points its tip at you…]
[You feel your hands and feet go cold and want nothing more than to turn and run away at once.]
[The Abyssal Dark Knights who had been your retainers sense that their master is threatened. They roar soundlessly, urge their skeletal steeds forward, grip their lances, and fearlessly charge the enemy.]
[Hooves pound the ground, leaving a trail of hoofprints burning with cold green flames. The two charging knights are like reapers returning from the Netherworld.]
[The Wailing Bone Dragon flaps its bone wings and stirs up a hurricane. It opens its jaws and the breath of the dead, infused with destructive power, slowly gathers and condenses in its mouth…]
[Suddenly, an elegant, tall female figure appears behind the Twelfth Disciple Cain. The winged woman has a head of writhing snake hair, all of which point at the Wailing Bone Dragon…]
[The surging dragon breath in its bloody maw dissolves in an instant like a candle flame in crashing waves.]
[The Wailing Bone Dragon tries in shock to open its mouth again to spew dragon breath, but no matter how wide it opens its jaws, it cannot gather the breath of the dead again.]
[By this time, the two Abyssal Dark Knights have already charged in front of the Twelfth Disciple Cain and thrust their lances without hesitation…]
[The lance tips tear through the air with an ear piercing screech.]
[Yet before the lance tips can strike the enemy, the crimson greatsword has already smashed down.]
[The bloody radiance surges as the wide, horizontal blade sweeps out like a gigantic hammer, instantly smashing the two Abyssal Dark Knights, mounts and all, into scattered fragments of bone.]
[Thanks to the Undying trait of high level undead, the two Abyssal Dark Knights can regenerate after suffering a fatal blow and act again for a brief period.]
[The fragments of bone scattered across the ground twitch as if pulled by some invisible magnet, on the verge of gathering back together…]
[Suddenly, two streaks of blood red light burst forth from the depths of the blackened bones and instantly sink into the blade of the greatsword, making the blood ribbons coiled around it even brighter and thicker.]
[The fragments of bone that had just begun to float up now slam to the ground and fall still.]
[Your temporary special summons Abyssal Dark Knight have died.]
“Huh?”
Cain’s surprised voice clearly came through the headset.
[The Twelfth Disciple Cain flickers and vanishes from where he stands, then appears again atop the Wailing Bone Dragon’s head.]
[Compared to the massive dragon skull, his body is as small as a child’s, yet this child possesses a terrifying might completely disproportionate to that small body.]
[Cain grips the greatsword with both hands and suddenly drives the entire crimson greatsword straight into the dragon’s skull…]
[The green fires in the Wailing Bone Dragon’s eyes go out. Its massive body falls apart and crashes heavily to the ground as a heap of bones.]
[Another streak of blood light bursts out from the mass of bones and is absorbed into the crimson greatsword, making the blood aura swirling around Cain even richer.]
[Your summon Wailing Bone Dragon has died.]