Killing the Lich II

Killing the Lich II

‘These fucking vermin’s, I will kill them all,’ I cursed when that monkey bastard killed his precious death guard.

He had twelve of them, but now, two are dead.

He had spent countless resources, many attempts, and most importantly, expensive bodies to create them, and now two are lying dead.

He wanted to curse his luck to get this island.

A Knight Commander is here, and on top of that, a High Mage, which intel had said is a scholar mage.

Fuck the bastard who said Blackstone is Scholar Mage, he might not be a full fledge battle mage, but the bastard had enough experience to provide support and take a shot at him whenever he showed even the slightest weakness.

These two are targeting him insistently while that fucking Warrior and the Ranger are taking out his death guards.

He wanted to kill them all but couldn’t do it despite trying hard, as the bastards were working together efficiently and had high levels.

Now, there was only one option that had remained, calling back his special zombies and skeletons while leaving the clutter of humans to the general undead.

He really doesn’t want to do that; he has a limited number of specials, and seeing the power of these four, he will need to sacrifice nearly all of them, but there is no other choice.

If he did not do that, then they would kill his precious death guards, but he had no other choice, as the bastards were coming close to threatening his life.

‘So be it,’ it said and ordered the special undead toward him.

Now, he had to kill these bastards; only through this would he be able to recoup his losses and make some fortune.

A few seconds passed, and he realized he had made a great mistake; they were waiting for it, baiting him to do that.

“I will kill you!”

He shouted in rage and attacked the Knight with the withering lance as he came at him.

The wretched old Mage seemed to be waiting for him to pull his forces toward him; the moment his special move away from human and general zombies, the old bastard made his move.

Boom Boom Boom

He sent tens of huge fireballs crashing toward his special undead and sent an even bigger barrage toward the common undead, right in the center of the group as they moved to the humans.

....

The hell broke loose the moment undead poured into the grove; they are over thousands of them, and they only took a few seconds to break through our line formation.

I, along with Eva, a mage, and two others, separated from the rest of the group and am now fighting against the zombies, which are coming to us in all directions.

It is a nightmare.

The only good thing I could talk about it was that all-powerful zombies and skeletons had left, leaving us with the tide of common zombies, which had been attacked by the High-Mage Blackstone's powerful spell.

Despite him destroying half of their numbers, the huge tide came and enveloped us. Their numbers are high enough that we could not kill them all, even if we drink all potions we have.

Pachac Khac Pachac

My rapier cut through the two zombies and the skeletons before moving back to cut another zombie and skeleton and move again without stopping to kill another undead while taking the step forward with the rest.

The Consecutive Strikes skill had finally shown its power.

Before, I could only maintain it for six strikes at most, but now I had just finished the nineteenth and swung the twentieth.

At each strike, the power and speed would faintly increase; it is not much increase if I was only able to achieve four to five strikes, but going further, the power increases by a lot.

After twelve strikes, the speed had doubled from around a 2%-3% increase; it became 5% with every strike.

It might not seem much, but it is huge, especially with the enemies I am fighting.

My rapier is constantly moving, without stopping, even when my hand is tired and hurts like hell with all the injuries.

I have to continue, I am the weakest in my group, and if I do not do my part, I will die.

So, no matter the tiredness I am feeling or the injuries I am accumulating, I have to continue to fight and kill with every strike till we cut our way through this undead.

It is what we are trying to do; we are trying to cut through it because remaining in it is good as dying. We can not kill these numbers; escaping is the only choice, and I am sure the other people are doing the same.

We are ordered to do it by the High-Mage right after that powerful attack.

It will stretch the undead as they try to chase us around, thinning their numbers.

With it, lich won’t be able to use them to overwhelm, and it won’t pull them out of us, for risk of us joining the fight against it.

While we might not be as strong as the four, we could create a nuisance with enough support.

There have been many incidents of the weak killing the strong with numbers and teamwork.

Rip!

Another rusted sword of a skeleton slashed through my stomach, widening the gruesome wound that was already there.

There was no interference; the armor and healing aura I had long been disappeared, and the mage in our group did not have healing or armor spells.

It was quite a surprise that I was still standing and fighting through the sheer number of injuries I have in my body. If I had been on earth, half of them would have sent me to the emergency room.

My condition is precarious, and I am only fighting through the force of will alone.

Soon, the twenty-fourth strike was over, and my sword moved for the twenty-fifth; as it did, my eyes couldn’t help but widen up, feeling the 10% increase; it made my sword so fast that even I couldn’t see it properly.

Faster than it was when I had all those buffs earlier, that I felt the muscles of my hand strain to their limit, but I did not care.

Pachac Khac Pachac

This speed and power are helping me kill more undead, giving them fewer chances to overwhelm me.

This will have consequences, but I will worry about them after I survive.

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