"The fuck?" Klaus muttered, half in relief and half in disbelief. His Flame Dragon Spirit had just saved his life, but the sheer power it unleashed left him momentarily stunned.
The Zombie Kings, appearing hungry for blood and danger, were now burning, their bodies twisted in agony as they tried to escape the firestorm. Klaus couldn't help but grin, though it was a tired grin. He'd forgotten for a moment just how powerful his Dragon Spirit was or more precisely, how lethal his Chaotic Nirvana Flame is.
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But there was no time to rest. More enemies were coming, and his Star Qi was still draining fast. He needed to think ahead, conserve energy, and keep the battle from spiraling out of control again.
However, before Klaus could come up with a plan, he noticed something strange. The fire particles that had engulfed the Zombie Kings were now being absorbed back into the dragon. In the next moment, like a raging torrent, another breath of flame gushed out, turning the already burning Zombies into nothing but ash.
"The fuck is going on?" Klaus shouted in shock, his eyes wide as he watched the scene unfold.
"Congratulations, brat, your Fire Dragon Spirit has awakened its second ability," a familiar senior voice echoed in his mind. Klaus smiled but was still shocked.
"Well, that's great, then!" Klaus replied, feeling a surge of excitement. Even though chaos surrounded him, he couldn't help but feel a wave of happiness wash over him. But alongside that joy, a sense of concern crept in. The sudden change in his Dragon Spirit's behavior wasn't something he expected.
"Senior, I'm not the one doing that. So how is the Dragon acting on its own? It just saved me from getting ganged up on. Does that mean it knows when I'm in danger? How does that make any sense?" Klaus asked, clearly confused.
"Brat, you should know by now that your fire element isn't the same as it was a few days ago," the senior replied, his tone steady.
"It's not just a regular flame anymore—it's a flame spirit. A spirit can sense when you're in danger because it's now connected to your soul. No matter how calm you appear on the outside, your flame spirit will always know when something threatens you."
Klaus processed the information, his mind racing. It strangely made sense. His connection to the Flame Dragon Spirit wasn't just about control anymore—it was deeper, something instinctual. The Dragon had acted on its own, sensing his situation, even if he hadn't consciously felt it.
Looking closely, he saw that their bodies were mutating. On each of their foreheads, a pair of horns started to appear, twisting upward. Strange markings etched themselves across their faces and bodies, glowing faintly with the same red energy. Their grotesque forms were evolving, becoming more demonic-human-like, but still terrifying.
Their heights shot up to around 3.5 meters, their skin shifting from dark and decayed to a metallic, dark-gold sheen, giving their bodies the appearance of living metal. Four of the Zombie Kings sprouted wings—grotesque, bony, and dark—gradually unfolding from their backs. Despite all these changes, one thing remained constant: their eyes, still glowing with a deep, menacing crimson.
Klaus narrowed his eyes, watching the transformation in disgust and disbelief. The red mist around them grew thicker, swirling faster, causing even more monstrous features to emerge. The more they changed, the stronger they looked.
Looking away from the grotesque transformations happening on the pillars, Klaus refocused on the battle at hand. The Zombies swarmed at him with terrifying swords and unyielding ferocity, each one a threat he had to take seriously. Time was running out—he had to end this in the next 15 minutes and level up.
If not, he knew he'd be finished or worse, do something he never knew he would ever do, retreat and run away.
The monstrous changes taking place atop the pillars were anything but normal, even for someone as crazy as him. He needed every ounce of strength he could muster, but first, he had to cut down the smaller Zombies, who were far from simple fodder.
Klaus knew if the ritual atop the pillars finished and the six Zombie Kings along with the Lady Zombie joined the fight, his chances of surviving would plummet. Even with all his abilities, he wasn't sure he could escape at that point. So, for now, he focused on holding on, battling furiously to keep the tide of undead at bay.
He could've escaped and then called for reinforcements. But deep down, Klaus knew that would only be sending soldiers to their deaths. Most of them wouldn't make it, and even if they could turn the tide eventually, the cost would be too high. And there was another reason he stayed—one he didn't fully understand himself.
A part of him wanted to fight. It wasn't just about survival; it was about standing his ground in the face of overwhelming odds. Running wasn't in his nature. If he had the audacity to insult a whole dark organization with unknown power, then, by his own reckless logic, he was crazy enough to take on an entire race of Zombies.
"Luckily, these Zombies don't have the same evolutions as humans," Klaus muttered under his breath, gripping his sword tighter. "Otherwise, I'd be dead by now."
He slashed through another wave, sweat pouring down his face, fatigue gnawing at his limbs. But he wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.
"Get away from me, you idiot!" Klaus growled, slashing his sword in a sharp arc, severing the clawed hand of a Zombie lunging at him. The creature's dark blood sprayed into the air as it screeched in pain, stumbling back.
"Die!" Klaus roared, his blade flashing again as he drove it through the Zombie's chest, pinning it to the ground. Without wasting a second, he yanked his sword free and spun around, ready for the next wave of Zombies.