Chapter 825: Undead Ambush

Chapter 825: Undead Ambush



~RUMBLE!~

By the time they heard the noise, it was already too late.

The group was already surrounded by the enemy, as well as a terrible bog of the same poison that was slowly killing a lot of the members.

"T-this is...!"

Even though they were in the dome, none of the more perceptive Dragons could deny everything they sensed-or everything they could see.

"... This is bad!"

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The undead army of dragons approached, a terrifying sight against the darkening sky.

Their skeletal wings flapped with an eerie, hollow sound, and their empty eye sockets glowed with a ghostly purple light. Each dragon's body was a twisted mass of bones, some still bearing tattered remnants of flesh and scales.

The ground trembled as they moved, their massive, clawed feet crushing everything in their path. Dead trees snapped like twigs, and broken rubble broke apart as even and the earth cracked under their weight.

From a distance, their bony figures looked like a nightmarish storm cloud, rolling forward with relentless purpose.

At the forefront was the largest of the undead dragons, its skull crowned with broken horns. There were four in total.

This was a Dragon General; and it let out a bone-chilling roar―a sound that echoed like the howls of the damned. The other dragons answered with their own roars, creating an absurd melody of terror that filled the air.

As they drew nearer, the stench of decay became overpowering. The wind carried the smell of death, a sickly sweet odor that turned the stomach.

And then came the worst of it all-the Miasma.

The perverse energy rotted everything around them, and as they approached the base of Group 2, they brought that rot along with them.

Needless to say... this was incredibly bad.

No matter how one saw it, this place would be the graveyard for a lot of Dragons, if not all of them.

"We need to move now!"

Kar'eena swiftly took charge once again, causing all her newfound subordinates to snap out of the state of pure shock that they were in.

Most of them were paralyzed the moment they felt the emergence of the Undead, who seemingly popped out of nowhere.

"There's no time to-!"

-B00000000000000000M!!!

Before she could complete her statement, the dome that shrouded both Staff and Students was bombarded by a myriad of powerful Dragon Breaths.

The walls-enchanted or not-did not stand a chance.

In one loud burst of loud explosion, several cracks and holes appeared all over the dome, causing the entire structure to begin caving in on itself.

If they remained inside, they would be buried alive, but if they took a step out those walls, there was nothing but overwhelming foes waiting for them.

It seemed both their actions and inactions were synonymous with suicide.

But-

"Everyone pull it together!"

-Once again, Kar'eena took the situation by the reins and swiftly addressed everyone.

"Since we are all ready for departure, we will begin our ascent from a hole that I'll tear up in the ceiling."

"B-but that's suicide! They're waiting for us out there!"

"The darkened skies too... it's sheer Miasma. We won't be able to fly with such dense clouds of the stuff."

Kar'eena heard all of this and gritted her teeth.

She knew all of this to be true, but she was just trying to rationalize that option, considering the second one was worse in her head.

"There's only one option left, then. We dig using Magic and navigate our way through tunnels until we safely get out of here.".

There was only one problem about this whole thing.

-Time.

air.

It didn't last for too long, though.

"STUDENTS! GET IN THE TUNNEL!"

The moment they heard this, all the students rushed towards the source of their salvation

without dawdling for even a second longer.

It was unfortunate for students who were far away from the Tunnel, since it would take them

a lot of time before they could enter the hole-even if the hole was incredibly large, so a to accommodate a lot of people.

"Let's go!" Lucielle and her friends rushed towards the tunnel.

She could see Ad'oni running very close to her, along with the rest of her classmates. The crushing, choking wind caused their hair to dance as they desperately moved their legs in

order to be safe.

Then-

"Where's Mi'ja?"

-Lucielle realized that one vital person among them was missing.

One look back, and she could see her friend currently lost in the stampede, her leg fractured,

and one of her wings destroyed.

It was clear that she got caught in the crosshairs, and now that the next volley was about to come... it was all over for her.

She would inevitably be among the many casualties in this cruel ambush.

Mi'ja would di-

~VWUUUUSH!~

In a spark of white and red Mana, Lucielle charged towards the wounded girl and reached her

within a second. In another second, she held Mi'ja, tightly buckling her in her grasp, and then

thrust the both of them away from the incoming strikes.

There was no time to hear anything from anyone, or to make conversation.

Lucielle simply carried the scared Mi'ja, and the both of them successfully made their way

into the hole in the ground.

"Thank you, Luc'ia! Thank you so much!" Mi'ja thanked her profusely, but Lucielle hardly

paid any attention to her.

Her eyes were wide open with shock as she held the Dragon girl... wondering why in the world

she saved her, despite wishing death upon her many times.

'Why? Why couldn't I just leave her to die? It's what I wanted... right?'

Despite asking this question, she already knew the answer.

Back then when she saw Mi'ja about to be killed-the image of a certain girl overlapped

with the Dragon girl. Lucielle was nearly disgusted that she remembered her sister when

looking at a Dragon, but it was true.

After that, her body simply moved on its own.

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[A/N]

Thanks for reading!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. There'll only be one today, though... due to exams and all.