thedancenovel Chapter 328: A Grim Reaper’s Salvation
Chapter 328: A Grim Reaper’s Salvation
It was not only Riven who was staring at the dozens of undead servants marching toward them.
The few remaining members of his team were trembling as they stared at the approaching figures.
"C-Captain..." a young man called out with a trembling voice.
"Hold your ground!" Riven roared.
He slammed his massive shield into the enormous maw of a Bone Crushing Wyrm that had lunged toward him.
Bang!
The impact echoed across the blood soaked street.
"I think they are allies. Do not do anything reckless. Keep fighting!" he commanded, even though his own heart was pounding violently against his chest.
He had already heard about the Grim Reaper from Guild Master Solenne.
At the time, he had only listened out of courtesy.
Now, he could only hope these undead creatures truly belonged to that mysterious figure.
Otherwise, they were all doomed.
Bang! Bang!
The fierce battle continued.
Steel clashed against claws.
Blood splattered across broken stones.
Miserable shrieks echoed from every direction.
Despite that, the elite members of the Crimson Arc Guild could no longer focus entirely on the battle before them.
From the corners of their eyes, they continued glancing toward the incoming undead army. The dozens of undead Level 35 Greater Dune Scorpions alone were enough to send chills through their souls.
Each creature radiated overwhelming undead pressure.
Their burning soul flames glowed beneath shattered eye sockets.
Their blood stained carapaces reflected the crimson light of the desert moon. They looked less like beasts and more like harbingers of death.
Many guild members tightened their grips on their weapons.
Some were already considering fleeing while others silently prepared themselves for death. Just as despair began to spread among them, a calm voice echoed from above.
"Relax. They are my undead servants." The voice was cold.
Flat.
Yet to those trapped in the middle of the battle, it sounded like salvation itself.
Instantly, relief spread across their faces.
Several guild members nearly collapsed from exhaustion. However, as their fear began to fade their rational thought returned.
And with it came a new kind of terror.
How was this possible?
How could a single person control so many undead?
How powerful must a Necromancer be to command dozens of Level 35 monsters?
Questions flooded their minds. The more they thought about it, the more terrified they became.
Especially Riven.
Standing behind his massive shield, he felt his throat turn dry.
He was a Level 35 Tank. Throughout the Mantis Town region, only a handful of people could match his strength. Even after hearing stories about the Grim Reaper from Solenne, he had remained skeptical.
A title was merely a title.
People exaggerated stories all the time. Calling someone the Grim Reaper did not automatically make them powerful.
Riven was a pragmatic man.
He trusted only what he could see.
Only what he could personally experience. And now, he was experiencing something that shattered everything he believed.
His heart pounded faster.
His palms became damp.
For the first time in years, genuine fear crept into his mind.
Bang! Bang!
Before he could finish off the Bone Crushing Wyrm in front of him, the undead army arrived.
The dozens of undead Greater Dune Scorpions charged forward like a crimson tidal wave.
Their movements were swift.
Brutal.
Unstoppable.
Shriek! Shriek!
The previously fearless beasts suddenly screamed in pain and terror.
Both the Bone Crushing Wyrms and the Dune Scorpion tried desperately to escape. Unfortunately, escape was impossible.
Massive claws tore through their scales and ripped open their carapace..
The streets shook beneath the charge of the undead horde.
Then came the true executioners.
The undead Storm Tyrant.
The undead Royalty Stonewall.
The undead Elite Jackal Beastman.
Followed by the undead Elite squad. Their weapons rose and fell mercilessly.
Hammers shattered skulls.
Clubs crushed ribs.
Blades severed limbs. Blood exploded into the air.
Shattered scale parts flew across the battlefield.
The streets became rivers of crimson and the smell of fresh blood became suffocating.
The sound of bones breaking echoed endlessly.
Every attack claimed a beast’s life.
Every step left corpses behind.
The battlefield transformed into a slaughterhouse.
In less than thirty seconds, every beast in the area had been annihilated and silence descended briefly.
The surviving guild members stood frozen.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
They simply stared.
The destruction before them exceeded their reason.
Looking at the horrifying scene, Riven swallowed hard. Slowly, he raised his head toward a nearby rooftop.
There stood the silver haired young man.
His robes fluttered gently in the wind.
His expression remained calm.
Detached.
As though everything happening below was perfectly normal.
"The Grim Reaper..." Riven muttered inwardly.
Only now did he truly understand.
Only now did he realize why he was given such title.
With an undead army like this, who could possibly stand against him?
Who could stop such a monster?
Who could survive being hunted by him?
Riven was not the only one staring.
Every surviving human awakener and Mantis Men was looking toward the rooftop.
Some looked fearful.
Some looked grateful.
Others looked completely stunned.
Many still did not know his true identity.
However, one thing was certain. The ability to command such a terrifying undead legion was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.
Completely unbothered by the countless gazes directed at him, Thoren spoke once more.
"Go and help those at the gate."
His voice remained calm.
"I will secure the town."
Hmm?
For a brief moment, nobody moved.
The survivors exchanged uncertain glances. They could hardly believe what they had heard, then Riven stepped forward.
His massive shield rested upon his shoulder.
His expression was solemn.
"Thank you," he said sincerely.
The gratitude in his voice was genuine. "Very well. We will follow your advice."
Without hesitation, he turned toward his remaining teammates.
"Let’s move!"
The guild members glanced at Thoren one final time.
Then they quickly departed.
Even though they desperately wanted to learn more about the mysterious Necromancer, they understood the severity of the situation.
The town gate remained under attack.
Countless lives still hung in the balance.
As for the possibility of betrayal, none of them even considered it. With what they had just witnessed, the thought seemed ridiculous.
Aside from Guild Master Solenne, nobody in the guild possessed even the slightest chance of stopping him.
Perhaps not even Solenne could.
If Thoren wished to destroy them, he would not need tricks.
He could simply order his undead army forward and the outcome was quite obvious.
More importantly, if he intended harm, why would he send them away?
No.
Whatever his motives were, he had already proven himself on the battlefield.
Looking at their departing backs, Thoren merely glanced at Riven for a moment before shifting his attention elsewhere.
The battle was far from over. Countless beasts still flooded the streets.
The smell of blood continued thickening. The sounds of combat still echoed throughout the town.
Thoren’s eyes narrowed slightly and then he issued another command.
"Kill."
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AN: Tomorrow is a mass release. Five Chapters will be release.
Cheers.