Rise of The Undead Legion
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"Yggdrasil's Blessing!" White Ghost called and from behind him came the tree of life, it rose to the greatest heights, and one could see its shadow from all the corners of Conquests.

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All players have been blessed by the power of the tree of life, death can be avoided once as long as the caster remains alive!

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"Good skill!" Dave commented. Thankfully, Yggdrasil was a neutral element, it wasn't a holy oriented attribute so Dave and his undead could benefit from the revival passive without suffering the drawback of being undead.

Kalel raced through the snow like a bullet, his legs were moving so fast that they gave afterimages as he sprinted. The moment the giant bull head saw Kalel it opened its jaws and howled, this time, the howl was a mixture of explosive chaotic magic that had no purpose but destruction.

The explosive beam was aimed at Kalel, but the latter quickstepped to the right, fast enough that he completely disappeared from the area of effect of the bombardment.

The ray of the chaotic explosion blasted through the snow, causing it to melt, then harden then crack then explode. Chaos was not fire, it was an unbalanced mixture of all the world's magic and the constant instability of such a highly explosive mix caused it to blow up upon contact with matter.

Kalel was already halfway toward the bull, the inhuman power gained from being an undead gave the Hero of The people supernatural strength, that his mere jumps became leaps that could cross league with ease.

The ox struck down with the stump on his torn hand, trying to smash down Kalel back to the ground, but the latter miraculously managed to do a frontal flip in mid-air, fully avoiding the massive fist, or stump, and managed to stand atop the ox's extended arm. Kalel dug his sword into the beast's arm and raced up, his sword slicing through the thick muscle of the beast as he headed toward the creature's head.

Dave didn't want to waste the opportunity when Oxen-Head was busy with the pesky undead.

"Dog! Your turn!" Dave called and the Dullahan understood, he charged the creature alongside his trusted basilisk, in his right hand was his bone club, now coated with Oprimieum. And his other was his head.

Dog swung the bone club that it snapped open its vertebrates, exchanging the rigid form of a club to that of a whip long enough that when Dog slapped it against the ankle of the ox, the whip made a full spin and locked onto itself. Dog jumped up from above the basilisk. And stood on the solid ground that had its ice melted off thanks to the flying infernal dragon skulls.

Dog tried to pull the leg from under the giant, but the sheer difference in size and weight made it impossible for the ox to even notice the small creature trying to trip it over.

Angry at being ignored, Dog grabbed the whip's end with one hand and kicked at it with his leg. Usually, this wouldn't have changed anything, but Dog's leg was golden for now, he used god's stomp on the whip, and the power behind it was phenomenal, it was enough that the oxen head's leg was suddenly jerked out under him, so abruptly that he fell forward.

This gave Kalel a much-needed breather as Oxen Head was about to flatten him, Kalel used the opportunity when Oxen head was falling to jump toward the back of the creature's head.

Oxen Head fell on his face, and this gave Dave a great deal of time to do the following.

Dave sprinted forward jumped above the ox and grabbed Durandal with both arms, in a reversed grip, with the sword pointing down at the ox's back.

"Herculean Strength!" Dave used and his muscles flared up with undead strength and chaotic might. The sword took on a red sheen of flames, imbued with the might of chaos Durandal dug into the ox's back and pierced right through it until it managed to dig itself into solid ground gully impaling the creature and pinning him down.

This was the same tactic Dave used against Ouki, the Heavenly General.

"PILE UP THE DAMAGE!" Dave called and a bombardment never before seen in the world of Conquest happened.

All the present players threw the mightiest of their spells and skills at the fallen ox, enough of them that the colorful effects of the different spells and the contrast of it became blinding.

Loads of numerical damage values appeared above the downed creature, but in spite of such a load of damage, the ox didn't lose more than a quarter of his HP.

"Damn it, It's only one enemy, my legacy isn't good against single entities," Warlord complained.

"We're doing a good job still, we can take it down with enough time," Valentine commented.

Dave had also noticed that the creature's HP slowly decreased, it was at a rate that he didn't like. And summarizing from the fact that Oxen Head was still moving despite the weight of Durandal pressing against him, Dave judged that he wasn't going to be able to hold him down for long.

"Final Phantasm!" Dave called and the guitar of the Undeath God dropped into the battlefield.

Clouds turned thick and heavy, the sun was covered and it felt like nighttime.

Dave's body was encased in an eerie deathly aura, enough of it that he exuded death from around him.

The draconic heads that spark was using to heat up the battlefield gained a full skeletal body, and their ethereal form changed to become more solid. Their fire breath turned darker, and it gained corrosive deathly energy.

Oxen Head struck both arms on the ground, the might of his hands was enough to crater the solid mountain under him, destabilizing the soil that was holding Durandal like a nail pinning the Calamity.

With Durandal not having a ground embedding it, Oxen Head tried to stand up.

"Better people than you tried to withstand the weight of that sword and none managed," Dave said.

Durandal, a sword that was forged using a black hole as material was too heavy for any mortal to carry. Yet, against Dave's words, the creature roared, the veins on it's body exuded more fearsome power, and he managed to stand up, toppling Dave from over him.

Oxen Head tried to strike down with his fist at Dave, but the latter used [Immortal Ascension] yet he didn't teleport, thanks to the effects of [Final Phantasm] he became ethereal, and managed to avoid the blow that sent shockwaves through the dirt, creating a seismic effect on the mountain range.

Oxen Head stood up, with Durandal embedded into its chest and with his one functioning arm grabbed at the hilt and drew the sword.

"F.u.c.k.i.n.g unlimited strength, Hey f.u.c.ker! That's my sword!" Dave shouted and spread his palm forward, "Come!" Dave called.

The sword vibrated in Oxen Head's hand, but the latter didn't wish to let go.

"USE THE FORCE!" flanker shouted.

"The heck do you think I'm doing! But the force is strong with this one!" Dave grinned then howled, "COME!"

And with the final command, Durandal, instead of trying to rip itself out of Oxen Head, it decided that it was best to fly up, this way the creature can't use his strength as he would have no leverage.

Oxen Head tried to pull the sword down, but it had no ability to do so. So, he kept grabbing the sword, and when he was a few dozen meters above the ground as Durandal was carrying him up, Oxen Head decided it would be wise to let go of the sword.

Once he let go, Durandal shot up like a rocket, and Oxen Head landed back on his feet. The calamity of wrath decided that it was the best time to attack the draugr in front of it as he had no weapon.

So he charged Dave, while the latter unconsciously rubbed at his beard, a wide grin on his face.

Dave made a grasping motion with his hand, and before Oxen's head could even land his extended arm to punch Dave's life out, Durandal pierced right through Oxen Head's ribs and went past it. In one smooth motion, Dave grabbed Durandal in a backward grip, ducked under the extended fist of the beast, and made a spinning motion using his entire body and the edge of Durandal that sliced up the creature's right leg from the knee.

Dave stood, and the beast fell, one fist missing and one leg cut off.

"This isn't even over," Dave said [Final Phantasm!] he used his strongest skill. And from the clouded skies, a skinny tattooed arm, pointed at the downed creature.

All of his might was husked over, and his body sucked dry from power. The ability of the god of Undeath to siphon power was amazing and at the same time frightening.

With one skill, the creature lost half of his max HP, and thanks to the damage he took from the start of the battle, Oxen Head was left with a little less than twenty percent of his total HP.

All that remained from the massive muscular oxen bodybuilder shaped beast was a skinny bone skin creature that huffed and puffed in exertion.

Yet chaos was unpredictable. And so was what happened right after, the magmatic veins that spread across the Calamity turned blue, and then his body began disintegrating yet a certain power was amassing in the chest of the beast.

While the creature was slowly turning to ash, in his core, a glow of orange energy began amassing itself, gathering into the beast.

"Shit! ITS GONNA BLOW!" Flanker was the first to call, and everyone understood the consequences of the upcoming explosion.

A chaotic explosion so close to the capital of the Blood Raggers would raze the whole city to the ground.

Players began teleporting away from the scene, anyone sane enough would not stay here and wait for death. But many of the players had their livelihoods and way of life here in the capital, from shops to buildings and houses they owned, from guilds they built here, and much more. Losing that would devastate them more than losing a few levels.

"Skelly, what are you doing?" Ralph asked.

"What do you think? This f.u.c.ker isn't dead yet." Dave said.

"He's blowing up, we should go."

"Go ahead, I'm staying," Dave said.

"Shit! If you're staying I'm staying, but damn it, man, this one is gonna hurt."

"Use your sword's ability, the infinite can definitely save you from the explosion."

"What about you, you'll use Bastion?" Ralph asked.

"Nah, I have a different idea. Everyone listen up," Dave said.

"I can probably save your city from the explosion." He said.

And to his words, everyone was instantly joyful, "But," he added and that single word caused everyone to be in suspense, "I'll get first dibs on the loot if I do."

"That's it? Heck, we all concluded you'll get first dibs you already dealt the most damage." A player said.

"Yeah man, don't worry about the loot, just get this thing out of here."

"Right then, Ajax, prepare to feast, this one is gonna be delicious," Dave said and opened the jaws of Ajax wide enough that the abyss of the universe spewed out.

Seconds later, sound was cut off, and only white remained…

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