novelraw Chapter 87 : Lord of the Undead
Chapter 87 : Lord of the Undead
“Heart—”
“Sync”
“Slash”
“!”
No flashy effects.
Although this move demanded extreme precision in execution, to outsiders it simply looked like Rozelite swung her sword downward with all her strength. Yet in the split-second—less than a thousandth of a second—when her blade struck, the control of her body switched hands, layering millions of mana’s weight onto the blow.
To compare—imagine a thousand-ton freight truck, fully loaded, colliding at the speed of a jet plane.
Pure raw numbers. No tricks, no mechanics.
With an earth-shaking roar, the massive gate that had loomed like an immovable wall before Rozelite shattered into ruins in an instant.
The scene beyond the door came into view—
A palace. A palace drowned in shadow.
Torches along the walls stood extinguished. A crimson carpet stretched from the entrance into the distant darkness, far beyond the eye’s reach. Along both sides of the carpet stood rows of armored soldiers, weapons in hand, postures rigid, gazes fixed forward, like eternal guardians of the hall.
The atmosphere was unmistakable: as if the hero had finally cut down the Four Heavenly Kings, the Eight Demon Generals, the twenty-four guardians, and countless underlings—only to arrive at the Demon King’s Castle, standing now before the final boss.
Rozelite stepped forward.
The instant she crossed the threshold, the extinguished wall torches blazed to life one by one, from near to far. But the flames were not red. They burned with an eerie green glow.
Cold, unnatural light spread through the long corridor, not dispelling the darkness but instead twisting it, making the hall resemble a shadowy world beneath the sea.
The dim glow stretched on, finally illuminating the end of the palace, a towering black throne.
And the figure seated upon it.
The figure was clad in heavy armor, face concealed. Only two crimson glimmers shone steadily from within the helmet’s visor, gazing wordlessly at the intruder.
The sudden light, the silent throne, the crushing presence—it made Rozelite’s breath catch in her throat.
Russell was just about to check its status panel when—
BOOM—!
A thunderous crash shook the air.
Rozelite’s head snapped upward. The palace’s ornate, vaulted ceiling—carved with elaborate reliefs—was shifting, as though something within struggled to break free.
The carvings moved.
Knights clad in broken black armor, headless, wielding massive weapons shrouded in deathly aura.
Beneath them, skeletal dragons spread vast wings, unleashing silent yet soul-rattling roars. A wave of rot and decay flooded the chamber as stone fragments rained down, striking the carpet and the standing soldier-statues with heavy thuds.
They weren’t carvings at all, but monsters, identical to the Undead Dragon Knights Rozelite had fought outside the palace!
Without pause, the knights charged, bone dragons diving with them. Rusted swords, lances, and axes whistled through the air, reeking of decay and shadow. From all sides, they converged upon Rozelite—so small and solitary upon the carpet.
Even before their blades struck, the suffocating weight of killing intent and death washed over her.
Rozelite’s visor dropped. Wings spread wide, launching her into the air.
Flee?
Not a chance!
She surged forward to meet the lead dragon knight head-on, Astral Silver Sword raised.
Steel clashed with bone in a deafening impact, filling the air with dust.
Moments later, Rozelite burst from the haze, silver sword gleaming.
The bisected corpse of a dragon knight plummeted behind her. She didn’t slow. Her wings flared, body streaking forward again as a silver comet.
The vaulted ceiling became a battlefield of aerial combat.
Wherever the silver light passed, swordlight tore through all opposition, unstoppable, invincible.
In the blink of an eye, only three dragon knights remained of the original eight.
Realizing their foe was formidable, the survivors did not attack recklessly. They circled, forming a triangular formation, attempting to pin Rozelite in place.
Below, at the palace’s end, the dark figure upon the throne had not moved, unmoved by the chaos above.
“Ah—!”
All three knights struck at once. Their bone spears, burning with ghostly green flame, lunged from three directions at Rozelite’s vital points—inescapable.
Rozelite did not move.
The moment the weapons struck, the sound was not of armor pierced, but of weapons shattering.
The spears crumbled against her gleaming metalized armor, leaving her completely unscathed.
“Now it’s my turn.”
As Russell’s voice fell, three tentacles shot from Rozelite’s back.
Their tips metalized, spears of living steel, impaling the knights through the chest and coiling around their spines.
【Mana Cannon lv8】
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions tore across the vaulted ceiling.
Bone fragments rained down, clattering across the palace’s crimson carpet.
Thud.
Rozelite descended, striking the ground like a hammer, rising slowly. Her gaze locked on the figure at the hall’s end.
A crimson glow burned faintly beneath the figure’s black armor.
As Rozelite watched, the figure raised its hand.
Not toward her, but toward the soldiers behind her.
Clatter, clatter, clatter—
The rows of armored statues lining the carpet stirred, their weapons lifting as they turned, as though given life.
Countless blades leveled toward Rozelite. For once, irritation flickered across her face.
“How long are you going to keep playing with cheap tricks?”
She shifted slightly, pointing toward the soldier ranks on either side.
Eight tentacles extended from her back, each gathering an orb of blinding white light at the tip, compressing vast mana into a single point—then unleashed.
【Mana Cannon】
Light rained down like a storm.
Explosions and fire engulfed the entire hall, blazing so bright even the shadowed sky seemed illuminated.
From the fire, Rozelite strode forth. Behind her, nothing remained of the soldiers but ash. Fodder of that level wasn’t even worth her effort—obliterated in an instant.
Step by step, she advanced toward the black throne.
At the same time, Russell’s vision filled with the status panel of the figure seated there.
【Name: Lord of the Undead】
【Race: Undead】
【Level: 85】
【Status: Undead, Subspace Erosion】
【HP: 85,825 / 85,825】
【MP: 64,339 / 64,977】
【Skills: Subspace Erosion lv9, Mana Enhancement lv9, Undead Summoning lv8, Two-Handed Sword Mastery lv8, One-Handed Sword Mastery lv8, Regeneration lv8, Death Mark lv7, Magic Resistance lv7, Battlefield Command lv7, Quick Movement lv7, Shield Mastery lv7, Spear Mastery lv7, Weak Point Targeting lv7, Demon King’s Blessing lv7】
As Rozelite drew nearer, the figure finally stirred.
A towering body, over two meters tall, rose slowly from the throne.
The shadow shrouding him peeled away, revealing black armor, a flowing black mantle upon his pauldrons, streaked with strange shifting colors. From beneath his helm burned crimson light, like flame, fixed upon Rozelite.
Dark-purple sigils spread across his armor and body, radiating suffocating pressure.
And as he had only just risen, not even steady on his feet—
Rozelite’s boots thundered against the floor.
She shot forth like an arrow loosed, starry-silver sword swinging down in a devastating arc toward his helm!