NOVEL NEXT Chapter 175: Alwatika
As everyone was focused on the fight against the star marked tyrant, they failed to notice the changes occurring in front of Zyrus.
The vague shapes within the emerald flames had started to solidify the same instant the battle began. Not a long time had passed since then, but this was enough for the ghoul reanimation to be finished.
The title's authority had a success rate of 3%. It was on an individual level rather than on a whole scale, which could be both fortunate and unfortunate depending on the situation. The execution this time was somewhere in the middle considering the number of corpses used.
Numerous miniature figures were formed within the blazing flames. They were like eggs that were arranged in a honeycomb-shaped arrangement.
'As expected, they resemble it.'
The last shred of uncertainty was removed from Zyrus's plan. With his eyes of annihilation he was able to see every minor detail about the ghouls that were being born amidst the flames.
The miniature figures had next to no similarity with a manta ray. Their overall body structure was molded after the star marked tyrant. Grey wings like a falcon, five claws on their hands and feet, and a rat like tail that glowed in dark brown color. But this was where their similarities ended.
Their face was shaped like reverse triangle without any organs such as eyes, ears, nose, or mouth. Two straight horns extended out from the edges of their triangular head. What caught his eye were the alternating bands of cyan and black markings.
As Zyrus observed the pale skinned ghouls who were struggling to open their eyes, he realized that the process of ghoul reanimation was different compared to before.
'They still need two things before coming into existence,'
He took a deep breath and went through his memories within seconds. Although he was experiencing something like this for the first time, the event itself wasn't unprecedented.
This was similar to how he had created the heart of abyss on the Fengdao. A name had to be given before the system recognized a new existence. Most of the times these new existences were along the lines of weapons, potions, or a modified blueprint for military equipment.
And as always, there were exceptions. Arcanists dabbled in every field and researched on flora and fauna with all sorts of bizarre ideas. The nature of their experiments wasn't always morally acceptable. Most of the final 'products' ended in failure, and even the ones that were successful weren't something that could see the light of day.
The system would eliminate the chimeras and defective races and place restrictions on the arcanists. Only one in a thousand was able to create a new type of plant or animal. And in the records left behind by the previous arcanists, they always mentioned two things that needed to be done after the new race was born.
First– Name them. This was a crucial factor and without it there was no way an existence could be defined.
Second– Bind them. It would be a moronic act to not control them from the get go. This too was an ironclad rule that was established after numerous arcanists were killed by their own creations.
'And there's a simple and foolproof way to do both at the same time,'
Zyrus concluded his thoughts and bit down on his thumb. The pain he felt was negligible as it didn't even come close to how he felt when one of his summons was killed.
*Hzzzzzzzz*
His bloody thumb left marks in the air and the final bits of his mana was utilized. A single word was left floating before his hazy eyes– Alwatika.
This was the moment when one of the four Legions of Apocalypse was born.
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On the other side,
The star marked tyrant finished chanting his final skill. Compared to the previous four skills its visual impact was close to non-existent.
[Judgement of the Sky spirit]
A rusted black spear was held between its hands. It looked unimpressive and didn't leak out even a tiny bit of mana. But no one dared to take it lightly.
From rising pillars of flames to falling stars, the star marked tyrant had used powerful skills throughout the battle. How could something that was its final skill be simple?
*Shatter*
Shields of Amaic were like clay plates falling from the sky. Their fragments rained down on the ocean, and alongside them was Zirnitra who had a bloody gash that stretched all the way from his back to his legs.
Even with all the abyssal mana in the air the only thing he could do was preserve his life. Before the player's senses could relay what they were seeing, the star marked tyrant was already above the Waarnemer.
Each phase of the field boss unlocked their sealed power. Which powers and to what extent they would be unsealed was judged by the system. Despite that, there was one thing that was common throughout all the powerful field bosses– their intelligence was partially recovered in the third phase.
The star marked tyrant's target had always been Zyrus. And now it knew that the fastest way to reach him was by killing these insignificant creatures first.
*Shatter*
Not even Ria was able to see this outcome. Skills had ranks for a reason, and the 'Judgement of the Sky spirit' was something far beyond the league of her current Clairvoyance. It was on the same level as Zyrus's 13 curses of void, and the concept it focused on was none other than Despair.
The runes that formed the formation were broken and so were the players' wills. 1273 players were instantly killed as their souls were extinguished. If not for the system sending their wills into the time loop, their entire existence would've been shattered into smithereens.
<Fill up the missing link->
Before Ria's words were heard in their ears, the players once again saw the star marked tyrant slash with the rusted spear.
They knew that the attack was coming, but they could do nothing but watch in despair. The enemy was too fast and too strong.
*Shatter*
The formation completely shattered apart. The howls and screams of the players broke the silence that was left behind the star marked tyrant's attacks.
2 seconds, 3 attacks.
A total of 4026 players lost their lives.
This was the most disastrous loss they suffered and that too in the shortest time. Zyrus had briefed them about the field boss's skills, but none of that mattered right now. Everyone was overwhelmed with fear, rage, and helplessness.
This was the result of the disparity brought by the difference in stats. What good were tactics when you could barely see the enemy attack? What good were defenses that could be broken in less than a second? All players within the sanctuary shared these sentiments when going against the field bosses.
Not everyone was led by a regressor like Zyrus. How did Zyrus fight before his regression then? How do the other kings fight when faced with such opponents?
The answer was simple– Attack. Either kill the enemy or be killed.
<Change the formation, we'll follow up with [Thorn]>
Elsid and Kyle's attacks arrived at the same moment when Ria gave the order. The one who was enraged the most was none other than Kyle.
"KNEEL"
Killing his comrades was the greatest sin in his eyes, and thus, the star marked tyrant was inflicted with a high-level debuff.
The projection of a colossal 'Scale' charged out from Kyle's mask and floated above the field boss. Even with all its strength it was forced to kneel while holding the rusted spear. Such was the power of a unique grade equipment.
[Weight of The Heart: Kneel down for 8 seconds, Increase damage received by 52.5%]
Never had the seconds felt so precious in the players' eyes. They knew that if they failed to kill the enemy during this time, then more than half of their army would be destroyed.
Elsid started off the attack by using the vorpal blades. He didn't hold back the slightest of his mana in the attack. Under normal circumstances it was a risky move since it made the MP recovery inefficient. Mana needed to 'flow' in the player's body, and it was very time consuming to recover mana after it was emptied out from every pore of their body.
But none of that mattered now.
Strings of -10,000 texts were left behind after Elsid's halberd slashed the star marked tyrant's head.
7 seconds, 29% HP left
*Boom*
The injured players used the frost cannons and ballistas on the boats to deal as much damage as they could. The weapons of war were no longer useless since the field boss was taking over 100% increased damage.
6 seconds, 27.5% HP left
The players who had metal and wood elemental seeds got into the formation whereas the rest used all their energy and collapsed from exhaustion.
5 Seconds, 22.7% HP left
Zyrus, Elsid, Zirnitra, Jacob….everyone was out of attacks. The field boss still had close to a fourth of its HP left.
|/-\\_Thorn_/-\\|
A ghastly forest sprouted around the kneeling star marked tyrant.