Chapter 356 Carnage In The Capital [Pt 9]

Chapter 356 Carnage In The Capital [Pt 9]

'H-huh...?'

The impossible began to happen in the presence of Claudius and his entire band of Allies.

~FSHUU~

Particles of dark red liquid—blood—began to appear in the air. This was quickly followed by patches of flesh-like muscles, and then bones, before dead skin finally wrapped itself around everything to form a singular entity.

That singular entity... was the Compound Corpse.

"I-It's not dead?!"

"How?"

"Why?"

"Why isn't it dead?!"

Several voices rushed into the air, and Claudius found himself just staring at the taller, more intimidating thing that now stood before them.

It was now about seven meters tall, with six hands, four faces, and a tail dancing right behind it.

It's body was now muscular, like a veteran bodybuilder.

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... The Corpse had evolved once more.

"What's going on, Claudius? Why isn't it dead yet?" Feyu looked at him with concerned eyes, worry palpable on her face.

In all honesty, Claudius didn't know how to respond.

"I... I don't know..." He could only mutter as he stared at the abomination.

How could such a monster exist? How could it have survived absolute destruction?

It was impossible...

"Its entire body was destroyed! There was nothing left! How could it have survived that! There was no body left to restructure!" Claudius yelled.

He wanted to reject what he was seeing. He didn't want to accept that there could exist an Undead of such a caliber.

"How is such a thing possible?!" His hoarse voice echoed in the air.

Claudius was desperate.

His body was trembling due to this sudden revelation.

He just had to know!

"Pfft! I told you already... it's Ancient MajiK. You wouldn't get it."

"Magic? What is Ancient Magic? What in the world are you talking about?" Claudius quickly responded to the black suited man.

Surely, whatever happened now had to have a logical reason or basis for it.

Even Magic Spells had to follow certain inescapable laws.

Necromancy, which was an outlier of conventional Magic—twisting the very rules of life and death, and blurring the lines between them—came with its own cost.

"Uahhhh! I don't... I don't want to die!"

"S-save me!"

"I'm retreating!"

"RUN!"

The Mercenary Gang soldiers were violent, not stupid.

They had heard everything the black-suited man said, and it didn't take them very long to piece together the implications of his words.

Their enemy simply couldn't be killed at this rate.

It was much better to flee.

Claudius' panicky expression was palpable as he turned back, beads of sweat forming on his face.

"Wait, you foo—!"

Before he could speak, beam of yellowish energy trailed past him and instantly shot towards the few men who were already attempting to flee.

Needless to say, they died instantly.

"A-ahh..."

The leftover parts of their bodies crumpled to the ground, jerking a little before finally ceasing movement.

Claudius' breathing became heavy.

He had sensed where the beam came from, but he wasn't even fast enough to react to it.

"Haa... haa..." Slowly, he turned his face towards the monstrosity that stood before all of them.

It suddenly had gaping mouths on all four of its faces, and smoke danced in front of them.

Claudius already knew... the Compound Corpse was the one who sent the blast.

'It instantly killed them with [Wyvern Breath].'

Not only could this creature evolve after death, but it could also learn the abilities that had caused its demise.

If this wasn't already an invincible being, then what was?

'I have no idea how to beat that thing...' Claudius felt his shoulder slump.

As his heart grew mellow, he clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.

'... At least, not without making any more sacrifices.'

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