novelraw Chapter 732 Loophole!
Chapter 732 Loophole!
Chapter 732 Loophole!
Necrogod stared at the demon with a bitter smile. So many things had happened, and in the end, Blood God even somehow saved him from the brink of death, pulling a miracle out of his ass, and yet… he was once again going to die.
If only his legendary staff hadn't crapped out on him… That staff was his anchor. His crown. His greatest trump card. Without it, he was just another fragile necromancer standing on cursed ground.
Was there any way he could still come out of this alive… somehow? His vision blurred. His chest burned. His mana pool felt like a cracked vessel leaking faster than he could refill it. And yet… Necrogod clenched his teeth. He was not willing to give up. He slammed the butt of his staff into the dry ground. Darkness surged. One by one, necromantic sigils ignited around him. From beneath the sands, skeletal hands clawed their way upward. Cracked ribs. Broken skulls. Half-formed undead dragged themselves into existence. "Come on…" Necrogod gasped. "Move… move… move!"
More mana poured out of him, reckless and uncontrolled. His veins felt like they were on fire. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, splashing onto the sand.
Clearly, this much was not enough to do anything. He needed to activate his true trumpcard. The ground shuddered violently. A massive summoning circle carved itself beneath him, fed directly by his lifespan. Years, decades, were ripped away in an instant. His hair lost its sheen. His skin grew pale and tight against bone.
Necrogod wheezed. He was just a step away from losing everything that made him human but he did not care. His vision tunneled, but a spark of wild hope ignited in his eyes. If this works… if I can just hold on for a few more seconds… A crooked grin formed on his face as he watched the summoning suceed.
A towering presence began to rise behind him, something far older and far more dangerous than the mindless fodder he usually commanded. The air turned frigid. Even the ground darkened, as if stained by ancient death.
The summoning circle shattered outward in a violent burst of black light. A gauntleted hand rose from the center of the circle. It was not skeletal and not rotting. It was not stitched together like Necrogod's usual creations.
It was an armored undead. Black steel layered in jagged plates, etched with ancient runes. A second hand emerged. Then a helm. The undead pulled itself free of the circle in one smooth, deliberate motion, as if rising from a throne rather than clawing out of a grave. It stood majestically, matching the demonic creature in all aspects.
A torn black cape hung from its shoulders, unmoving despite the wind. Its armor was scorched and scarred, as if it had seen a thousand battles. Two hollow eye sockets burned with cold blue flame that made everyone who looked into its eyes shudder. In its right hand, it held a massive greatsword.
Necrogod laughed, his breathing ragged and his body barely holding on. "I… command you… my death knight…" he whispered hoarsely. "Stand… with me… and kill for me."
The demonic creature grunted in annoyance. He didn't seem to care much for the big fellow. He simply thrusted his other hand forward and punched, this time aiming for Necrogod. Instantly, a powerful shockwave rose, the attack coming straight for the weak and frail figure but before it could touch him, the death knight appeared in front of him.
The massive great sword swung down casually and the shockwave that had been tearing toward Necrogod split cleanly down the center as if it had struck an invisible wall. The ground on either side exploded outward in twin arcs, carving trenches dozens of meters long. But Necrogod remained untouched.
The colosseum crowd became silent for a moment. No one had expected this sort of comeback. The demonic creature fumed. He roared and charged forward, fully engaging in a bloody fight with the death knight.
Each blow exchanged sent destruction in all directions. The entire colosseum ground quaked. The crowd erupted in chaos. No one had expected the pitiful slave to perform so well. Surprisingly, the crowd did not look pleased. Instead only a angry disappointed look appeared on many faces.
Especially, on the face of a man sitting on a humongous throne at the head of the colosseum. He silently raised his hand and the guard next to him bowed. The guard then quickly gave instructions to someone else who relayed it to another person. A couple of seconds later, a rumbling sound echoed in the colosseum.
Even though the fight was still going on, the arena gates were being opened!
The grinding of stone against stone drowned out even the clash of blade and fist. Necrogod's head snapped toward the gates. His face immediately changed, all signs of hope instantly draining. From within, five huge demonic creatures emerged.
The first demon was taller than the one fighting his Death Knight. Its body was covered by bone plating, ribs protruding outward like blades. Twin horns curved backward from a skull-like helm fused to its flesh.
Then a second. This one moved on four limbs, its spine lined with pulsating crimson growths that throbbed like diseased hearts. Then a third. A fourth. A fifth. Five demonic creatures emerged to join the fight.
The crowd roared in approval. This was what they wanted from the beginning. Not one of them wanted to see an underdog make a comeback. They did not care for any miracles. They simply wanted slaughter.
Necrogod's stomach dropped. "…No," he whispered hoarsely. His Death Knight was enough to take care of one, maybe even two but all six of them. Even he knew it was impossible!
There was only one outcome now. After all this… he was still going to die, just like that. Necrogod clenched his hand, his entire body shaking. Why was he so fucking useless. He knew the answer why. He had relied too much on one legendary item and now that had become the cause of his weakness. If only he had another chance… he would do everything differently.
But unfortunately, he was pretty sure he wasn't getting any more second chances. This was a memory world. He was all alone here. He would live and die on his own. He closed his eyes as he felt an attack coming for him. A blinding crimson aura flared.
This was it. He fully accepted his fate as he felt the attack plunge into his body with a force that he had no chance of withstanding. The attack tore through his body like an unstoppable storm. It ravaged every inch of his body, completely wrecking it. And then….
Necrogod's eyes flashed open in confusion.
A system prompt flashed in front of him.
[Ding! You have gained +37 Strength]
[Ding! You have gained +53 Agility]
[Ding! You have gained +49 Vitality]
His once tattered and beaten down body was suddenly brimming with energy. His exhaustion, tiredness, weakness, frailty, everything vanished in an instant. Strong lifeforce and nourishing mana roiled about instead.
"How… I… " Necrogod couldn't believe what was happening. Just then a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Hey there, kid. It looks like we finally caught a lucky break. Who would have thought we would actually run into a god damn loophole! A beautiful big one!" Damon grinned ear to ear as he walked into the arena from the other side.