Chapter 18: Killing the dead

Chapter 18: Killing the dead

"Ahh! Thanks for killing them and making my task easier... Otherwise, I don't think I would have been able to fight you—The monster— and win without 'YOUR' precious help."

Warden seems to be mocking Dhruv for his lack of perception during a battle.

With all his mocking, I tried to calm myself after realizing that this could also be one of his plans to distract me... and to my surprise, I found myself calm just a moment later.

"Why are you so confident that your undead can even kill me..? If I can kill them one time, what stops me from killing them a second time... you..?

Hahaha! Don't make me laugh... and if you are delusional enough to think that you can stop me with that pathectic self of your then... live.. No Die in that delusion of yours."

Ahhh! Mocking him felt hella good after listening to all his crap. I made it sound like a piece of cake, but...

Growl, growl, growl...

The sound of undead growling is starting to come from the hallway, and I think the one making these sounds isn't happy. I know what is making this type of sound. At the thought of that, my body shivered and grasped the reality that everything is possible in this world.

I jumped forward to finish the warden at short range without having to get entangled in all the undead mess, but as my spear is about to stab him, an undead comes between us and blocks the spear with his body, making the total number of holes in his body... nine.

Growl... growl..

The wound I had caused should have been deadly to any mortal, but even with two massive holes in his chest, one I caused now and the other was the reason he died, But even with two holes in his body, this motherfucker still lunged forward to bite my head off.

I instantly back off, not wanting to get bitten and become undead— I doubt it is even possible— but who is going to risk it..? Not me.

The undead claw at him, their rotten flesh tearing away as they attempt to overwhelm him.

His movements seem fluid and graceful, like a deadly dance, but someone is actively reading his movements, trying to learn the pattern in them. He harnesses his superhuman abilities to their fullest, his spear cutting through the undead with ease.

The ground is now littered with undead bodies, but still, more approach, undeterred by the fallen.

Sweat drips down his brow, as he shows signs of fatigue... Blood starts dripping from all the wounds caused by the teeth, but still, his eyes burn with determination as he fights on, unwilling to be overwhelmed.

The undead horde seems to be closing in, almost engulfing him.

Suddenly, he performs a powerful, leaping strike, sending out a shockwave that throws several undead back, giving him a brief moment of respite. Catching his breath and glancing around, he assessed the situation.

Dhruv grips his weapon tightly, and a faint, pulsating glow emanates from it... as if demanding more slaughter.

His resolve strengthens as he takes a deep breath, ready to face the horde once more. With newfound determination, he charges back into the fray, his spear glowing brighter than before.

The battle only lasted five minutes, but for Dhruv it lasted an eternity, but with his superhuman abilities, combined with his unwavering determination, he manages to thin the ranks of the undead horde.

As another minute passes, the last of the undead finally falls, their twisted bodies returning to lifeless stillness. The spearman stands amid the field of defeated foes, his clothes now splattered with undead remains.

With all the undead lying motionless, he look at the warden... and to his surprise the look on his face turns normal, indicating that he had managed to recover all his mana, As Dhruv didn't want to give him a chance to cast that dreadful spell again, he lunged forward to attack him... not even resting for a bit after fighting with hundreds of undead.

Looking at Dhruv running towards him, the warden smiled... as if everything is going according to his plan.