Chapter 349 348. Lich King.



After a few days, Samuel was no longer fearful of the voices, not because he regained his courage, but because even without the voices, he continued to blame himself, while the light that enabled him to bring together the vast number of hunters from all over the kingdoms had been extinguished entirely.

The current Samuel was nothing but a lump of flesh, blood, and veins without any essence in him.

He was dead inside.

Blaming himself for their deaths that he had caused unknowingly, and since there was nothing left for him anymore, Samuel finally moved. He stood back up on his feet and fell face first on the darkness-dyed ground due to his numbed senses, but it wasn't long before he regained his senses and began to walk.

WHOOSH-!

With a strong gust of wind slapping his face, he walked out of the tomb with dead eyes that flinched at nothing. The tomb was just ethereal, as it didn't pose any resistance even though Samuel was passing right through, but Samuel didn't pay any heed to that fact. As he just gazed at the undead, which began to spawn at a terrifying rate, yet he didn't flinch as his body moved and killed off almost all of the undead with one swift moment, but it wasn't like he was an all-mighty existence, so wounds had began to pile up on him, too.

Yet Samuel's moments didn't flatter, as he moved heedlessly.

[He is already broken.... Tsk, tsk, I guess, I should have believed it when my God told me that humans were extremely weak creatures, hmph.] The voice sounded in his consciousness again, but Samuel paid no heed to it as he moved towards where the boss resided.

Lower jaws, some twisted, some broken, some dangling, some ripped off—all kinds of disgusting-looking undead were rushing at him; they excluded a certain stench that could potentially make one run away in utter disgust, but Samuel cared for none of it. Their ribs were seen protruding, while some had their chests ripped off as they showed off their ribs, few had missing limbs, while some didn't even have a lower or upper half of their bodies, yet they moved as they rushed to kill Samuel.

Then how had he been killing all those undead previously?

He had killed none.

He just didn't care as he moved forward, away from the still-alive.... Alive?

He just moved away from the still undead, undead!

Though his axes had sliced them into halves, they were still undead, and they continued to move. Currently, Samuel had an army of multiplied undead behind him, and he continued to expand its size as he continued forward.

Banshees, ghosts, zombies, skeletons, Derkavacs, mummies, wights, wraiths, revenants, lichs, ghouls, and fexts were included in the list of undead appearing in front of him, and of course, Samuel moved swiftly and slashed them in half as he moved forward, uncaring of the consequences of his actions.

Soon, he found himself in front of a lich that seemed to have evolved into a lich king due to the ominous pair of small wings protruding out of its back. And its orb of life was in the middle of its skeletal chest. The lich king was sitting on a bone throne as he gazed at Samuel with bright electric blue blobs of light in its eyeless eye sockets, which had arched, indicating the unseen smile on its skull face.

Samuel had yet to notice, but the terrain he had walked into had long changed. The current terrain had skeletal limbs and bodies spread apart, with various rusted weapons planned into the ground or simply thrown around on the barren land that had several pitfall-like spider web cracks filling it. The sky was thundering as dense black clouds covered the skies, yet not a drop of rain had fallen, at least not yet.

[You are finally here, human.] The lich king's eerie voice sounded in Samuel's consciousness, and even though he had found the source of the voices singing in his head since the beginning, Samuel didn't seem to care, nor did he flinch at the chills that enveloped him when the lich king spoke.

But,

A hint of rage flickered in his already dead eyes, because Samuel knew in his shattered consciousness that the reason he lost everything was because of the basta*d in front of him.

The lich king, who noticed that flickering in Samuel's eyes, seemingly smiled in amusement as its eyes arched, indicating the emotions the lich king was feeling.

Then, the lich king waved its hand, and a staff materialised in its bony hand out of nowhere, and when it placed the staff's end on the ground,

TINK-!

An eerie, poison green ripple shot out with a chime, and after a brief moment of silence,

PITTER-!

PATTER-!

SHOOOMMM-!!!

Rain began to fall profusely, and soon Samuel felt burning sensations all over his body, yet he stood uncaring as the acid rain continued to rain down on him.

[You are beginning to amuse me, human.] The elated voice of the Lich King sounded in his consciousness once again, but he just stood there, like a puppet without any strings attached, unmoving.

[It is a pity that I cannot have fun with you currently; come back with stronger force and amuse me more, human; only then shall I let you live!] The lich king said in a saddened, but amused tone and tapped his staff at the ground again.

TINK-!

With a similar chime, another ripple shot out, and crumbling sounds resounded in the area for a brief minute. Samuel's dead but curious eyes gazed back and noticed that the army of the undead that were following him had collapsed. Confused by what was happening, Samuel continued to gaze at the strange halt of everything.

CREAK-!

CRUMBLE-!

SHATTER-!

...

.....

With a series of bones being crushed and reconnected sounding in the area, Samuel gazed at the utterly absurd phenomenon taking place right in front of his eyes.

The undead began to crawl, and before long, Samuel was able to notice a strange pattern, and he understood that they weren't moving unintentionally. He began to try to make sense of what was happening, and soon the undead began to crawl in circles, swirling around and combining with the towering spiral that continued to extend.

The undead were merging with the strange structure that was being born under the Lich King's command, and as if to affirm his thoughts,

[Behold, my greatest creation!!!] The lich king's ecstatic voice sounded.

The undead continued to extend until it reached the skies, and shattering Samuel's hopes and thinking that it would stop at the skies, the undead began to extend, peering into the skies. Soon, what remained of the undead also merged entirely with the newly born undead, and

RRRRRROOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRR-!!!!

[Ktakl! The Asian Dragon!]

Ktakl announced its birth, and with strong gusts of wind pressure shooting downwards, the rest of the newly born, undead dragon's body flew up into the sky even though the dragon didn't have any wings to help it fly.

[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!] The lich king's euphoria-filled, hysteric laughter resounded throughout Samuel's consciousness, and the Asian Dragon flew towards the lich king and floated behind him, glaring at Samuel, whose body had begun to tremble violently.

The Asian Dragon was zombified as it glared at Samuel with massive crimson-red orbs blazing in its eyeless eye sockets, as if it were able to see everything Samuel had in store.

Now,

Only now,

Samuel was absolutely horrified.

He was so terrified that he forgot about everything for a split second.

Not because of the dragon, no.

But because of the ambience that the lich king oozed.

It was far more terrifying than what the dragon excluded, but whatever the reason, he was absolutely traumatised; he even forgot his recent trauma, but unfortunately for him, it returned at twice the speed it left. He had thought that he had a chance against the lich king, who was just sitting without doing anything, but when he felt a strong presence, which was more stronger than that of the dragon's, his hopes were shattered almost instantly because he had already become too weak to hold on to any kind of hope.

[Devour him.] The lich king commanded, and wanting to do its best and prove its worth to its master, it acted upon its first order almost instantly and zoomed at Samuel and appeared right in front of him before he finally understood the words of the lich king.

And another mumble resounded in his consciousness as he held onto his last breath.

'It is a pity that I cannot have fun with you currently; come back with stronger force; amuse me more, human; only then shall I let you live!' The lich king's voice sounded, and as if something were being engraved, Samuel felt a strong burn and stinging pain in his right armpit.

'Why would that even matter when you just commanded your pet to devour me?' Samuel thought as he took his last breath in the lands of the undead.

And,

Samuel died, broken.

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GASP-!!?

"Samuel!"