Chapter 141: The Hero Trapped

Chapter 141: The Hero Trapped

I see huge and dark lightning leaving my hand and be directed to the ceiling. I didn't point toward the capital of the dwarves since my zombies and lich are still present inside it, but I aimed above me. Normally, no spirits should be there, and yes, no one was present. Good thing. But that THING is huge. Just look at the size of that hole. That's what I call a [Death Ray]. Is it the normal stuff, Oslo?

(Why do you have this, seriously? Are the Nine Heavens punishing me for being that old? Do the youngsters truly need to have everything that I fought and sacrificed so much for? About your spell, let me have a minute for myself. I need to contemplate on the massive joke that my life is.)

C'mon, don't be that hard with yourself. Oslo, it is fine, I am your Hero, remember? Oslo? OSLO? Damn, I suppose it is good enough to even make Oslo mad about its power. Let's see once again what it did. Hole of 15 meters in size in something that is so hard to dig that even the ratmen gave up? Check. The potential annihilation of a single target? Check. Cool sound effects and light during the spell? Check. Yes, it is very important to have a style, otherwise, it is not as scary. Like this, just the sounds of those dark thunderbolts, it is probably loud enough to be heard from far away.

And the rest, the chain lightning spreading from me toward my target. The power, the destruction caused, by this mighty spell. The final impact, tearing the ceiling apart, breaking the sturdy stones, digging a hole in it. Well, it did cost me a lot to do this. 62/2000 MP, but is totally worth. Nothing can stand against that spell and survive, besides a god or something with a very important defense. Maybe a dragon, but an old dragon, like one with scales harder than the stone surrounding me.

(Ok, I am here. Finally, after all those years surviving and fighting, I realize one truth. The Nine Heavens are clearly messing up with me. Otherwise, there is no way that Hades that I watching this right now isn't saying a single thing. Hello, the God of Death, wake up maybe? A Hero, is capable of casting [Death Ray] infinitely, it is not allowed normally? God of Death? C'mon, don't tell me you are all a bunch of incap AHHHHHHHHHH)

Oslo? Are you fine? What happened?

(I am fine, just someone threatening to kill me. I will not say a name, just tell you that you know him. Apparently, they all find this very amusing. Aria shouldn't have created your System in the first place, but the moment they allowed it to be your gift as a Hero, it opened a door. Something they didn't expect and absolutely don't want to happen. Now, they are fixing it, meaning that anyone with a smart idea to do the same thing that you did will fail miserably. All types of System are forbidden permanently and every god found creating it will be exterminated.)

Another day, no clues. After the test with my [Death Ray], I remembered the fact that I can create more undead that will survive the return to the reality. So more wraiths and more ground covered. But by now, all my spirits already did a complete scan of the arena and found nothing. Now would be a good time for Oslo to come back. How can a ratman escape my army and my spirits?

I know only a few things. First, he is a ratman, Oslo is sure about that. Next, he is in the arena, Oslo confirmed that this time 100% sure, not like the previous thing. I mean, he said that most of Salazar Heroes are from the ratmen, but a few times, he used other Heroes to create some dark rituals. But let's assume he is a ratman. Final thing, I already searched everywhere at least once. Ceiling, underground, fortresses, tunnels, everything. Even the capital of the dwarves. So where is he, or, my zombies can't see him?

If it is that, it would make sense. My spirits never checked where my zombies where. And I know that my zombies can't really see a lot of things, compared to my spirits. So, I guess I just have to search everywhere my zombies searched. Great, and with not even 50 undead capable of doing it. I count only my wraiths and my spirits. And me of course.

We searched everywhere except the capital of the dwarves. But if he is inside it, I will seriously applaud him. That ratman choose the best hiding spot. I would never have searched there since I came from there and my zombies are flooding the streets and houses. So we are doing everything, the palace, the underground tunnels, the houses.

And finally, one of my spirits notice something weird. Guess where it is? I will give you one advice, it is somewhere I was locked in. Congratulation, he was hidden just next to my lich. Who are just a bunch of stupid and blind undead, seriously. He was under your stupid and destroyed noses the entire time. We lost three days because of this. Three entire days where none of my lich figured out that the shadows produced by the torch were not natural. Yes, strangely, the torches burned indefinitely. I will have to ask Oslo about that.

But now, it is revenge time. I try to make my lich leave discreetly, but did I really thought that they could do this? Discreetly? The moment two of them moved, the shadow left the underground building. The good thing was my spirit following it from under the ground, invisible to the ratman. Soon, my wraiths began to encircle the moving target but still away from his sight. When the shadow arrived at the audience room, I was sitting on the throne. Because in this reality, there is no problem doing that. The ratman stopped after seeing me, visibly shaken. The arrival of all my wraiths leaving the ground put him in a dangerous position.

But as I said, I applaud him. Literally, sitting on the throne I do that. He is trapped, nowhere to go. My mana pool is full; my wraiths are surrounding the ratman. What can possibly go wrong?