Chapter 213
Chapter 213
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 213
Chapter Title: The Prophet's Fury
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The underground altar that should have been devoured by the Evil Transcendent.
On that very underground altar, a single Dark Elf glared with eyes wide open.
The creeping Ossuary.
The Prophet of the Evil Transcendent.
The Ossuary had come to the empire because of a proposal from the imperial family.
A mad plan for the entire nation to reach transcendence.
He had received this absurd request for assistance with the plan.
When he first heard it, the Ossuary burst into mad laughter.
Fools who didn't even know what a transcendent being truly was.
That was how the Ossuary evaluated them.
But at the same time, another thought crossed his mind. This could be something to exploit.
The Prophet couldn't wield his full power within the empire.
Beneath the empire's soil lay a transcendent who had met its death.
The empire was a parasitic nation grown atop that transcendent.
As long as the transcendent's influence lingered, the Ossuary couldn't access his original strength.
The corpse of a transcendent had always tempted him anyway.
And now, he had obtained an easy ticket into this empire built upon one.
There was no reason to refuse.
Thus, the Ossuary gladly played along with the empire.
In return, he began preparing something beneath the empire.
The domain inherent in the transcendent's corpse.
It was the preparation to offset that domain and invite the Evil Transcendent.
If he could bring in only the Evil Transcendent, the Ossuary would regain his full power.
With that power, he intended to crush the parasitic nation beneath his feet.
To do so, he had to neutralize the domain of the transcendent's corpse.
First, he decided to use Dark Elves as sacrifices.
The vicious veins of Dark Elves brimmed with transcendent power—that was the source of their strength.
Gathering them together would offset the transcendent corpse's domain.
It operated on the same principle as using a hatchling dragon to neutralize a prophecy.
On top of that, he gathered the power of necromancers.
Suppress the already-dead transcendent with necromantic force.
To achieve this, he needed to actively recruit necromancers.
So, he emphasized the danger of necromancers to the imperial family.
Just then, a necromancer called the Abyss caught the Ossuary's eye.
The undead created by the Abyss were so bizarre that even the Ossuary found them astonishing.
They didn't seem like undead produced by mere parasites at all.
Setting aside that intrigue, the Abyss was perfect for exploitation.
The empire wanted to maintain the system they had built.
To them, necromancers could become thorns in their side in an instant.
In the end, the empire razed the Gray Mage Tower.
The necromancers were dragged away not for execution, but for forced labor.
Seizing the undead of the Abyss.
That was the pretext on the surface.
In reality, the necromancers were compelled to work in the underground altar, unaware of what they might be used for.
Everything was going smoothly.
Until the name "Abyss" began echoing from all corners one day.
The Ossuary first became aware of the Abyss after the Resonance World incident.
He had placed a substitute soul in the Resonance World long ago.
Through that soul, he learned of the Abyss's existence.
At first, it was merely a passing curiosity.
But the Abyss's actions gradually grew dangerous.
Dangerous enough to instill a sense of crisis in the Ossuary himself.
He was already paranoid and rarely took action himself.
Yet the Abyss's movements clearly suggested backing from somewhere.
"The current Leyzon isn't Leyzon. Someone has taken over his body!"
A random encounter with one of the Abyss's undead.
The story he heard from the ghost bride, Tessa Mirige.
Just as she said, the soul within the Abyss was not the one that should have been there.
The situation was closing in.
He sent forces several times to test and kill him, but each time, it only backfired.
Before long, the Abyss had become an enormously threatening presence to the Ossuary.
A massively irritating existence that could ruin his plans.
That was the Abyss.
So, he prepared a trap.
A thought that a necromancer like the Abyss couldn't ignore.
A trap that would fool him into overlooking that the Ossuary was both a prophet and a necromancer.
He laid a massive trap and waited.
Patiently, until the prey caught in the spider's web thrashed and bound itself tighter.
And finally, the Abyss hurled himself into the web.
He destroyed the altar's barriers, venturing ever deeper to the innermost sanctum.
In the process, the Soul Prison was briefly stolen, but that was merely a hiccup.
This one, strutting in his cage as if he were the king of necromancers.
It was time to show the Abyss reality.
Whatever his backing was, it didn't matter.
From the moment the Evil Transcendent's power intervened directly, it was over.
All that remained for the Abyss was to be reduced to nothingness by the Evil Transcendent.
That was what the Ossuary firmly believed.
Right now.
Within the black space seized and proclaimed by the Evil Transcendent.
Until half of that black space tore open, filled with glaring yellow eyes.
A wolf's howl echoed from somewhere.
The Ossuary felt his very soul shake violently.
A chill ran down his spine.
A howl so eerie it unnerved even the prophet Ossuary.
The Ossuary knew exactly what it was.
He had once used the transcendent's corpse to create the Soul Prison.
The corpse buried in this land.
One of the countless heads of the Transcendent of Ruin howling in 'ruin.'
Crash!
The surrounding space shattered like glass, splintering into pieces.
The Evil Transcendent that had crossed dimensions to arrive.
The Transcendent of Ruin buried in this land long ago and vanished.
It was the aftermath of two transcendents from across eras clashing powers.
Amid the fragments of the shattering space.
The Ossuary's wide eyes fixed on the Abyss.
A sticky smile curled at the Abyss's lips.
It was unmistakably a mocking grin.
"...How dare you."
The Ossuary ground his teeth.
His blood boiled from head to toe.
The Soul Prison had already lost half its glow.
Meaning its offsetting effect was nullified.
The power granted by the Evil Transcendent was dissipating.
All the power the Ossuary wielded as prophet became meaningless.
The overflowing ecstasy from moments ago vanished.
A wave of helplessness flooded his body.
"How dare youuuu!"
The Ossuary screamed, unable to comprehend it.
The Transcendent of Ruin undead-ified by Leyzon was only a fragment.
But this land was where the Transcendent of Ruin was buried.
Even a fragment held far more power here than the Evil Transcendent intervening from another dimension.
To the Transcendent of Ruin, this place was its front yard.
The Evil Transcendent was the intruder.
Inevitably, the Evil Transcendent was destined to be driven out.
All the plans the Ossuary had built over a century crumbled in this instant.
A hundred years of scheming shattered by a single parasite.
The Ossuary felt an indescribable rage.
His mental tether snapped.
Rumble rumble rumble!
Black auras surged violently around him.
"Fine. I've decided."
The Ossuary pointed a finger at Leyzon.
"I'll kill you with my own hands."
As the words left his mouth, the black auras lunged at Leyzon.
Just before they struck.
A blood-red shadow erupted in front of him.
Clang clang clang!
The black auras failed to pierce the shadow and shattered apart.
Witnessing this, the Ossuary's eyes twitched.
He sensed the shadow's power was different now.
"What's the use of a necromancer rushing in recklessly himself."
Leyzon's voice echoed from beyond the shadow.
It dripped with blatant mockery.
Flicker—
In that instant, the Ossuary felt killing intent binding his entire body.
The killing intent came not from one spot.
Four places in total.
From four ruined cities, hostility surged simultaneously.
Thud—
The sound of shoe heels echoed from somewhere.
Whoosh—
A massive presence stirred in the air.
Rustle—
Straw scattered lightly from the ground.
Whirr—
The buzz of insect wings hummed from his shoulder.
Four undead now stood beside Leyzon.
Vampire Queen, Syria Nosferatu.
Serpent Dragon, Estelle Aragon.
Cursed Demon King, Iden Ufera.
Moving Black Star, Pauli Poatriche.
All of them flanked Leyzon.
Their appearances had changed.
All bore the same violet hue as Leyzon.
Purple flames roared wildly around them.
The power emanating from them was on another level entirely.
As if they had devoured ultra-concentrated energy, explosive might poured forth unlike before.
And the extent of that power?
Facing the churning killing intent, the Ossuary's face twisted in a scowl.
He couldn't comprehend the undeads' power-up.
It was naturally beyond his understanding.
This was a unique skill born from Leyzon becoming the undead Abyss.
Inheritance [Special]
Ongoing
Leyzon's fusion magic, the Abyss.
It was a massive aggregate of energy.
Essentially, power akin to nutrients extracted from Leyzon himself.
Leyzon had used this destructive force only for explosions.
But now, things were different.
Inheritance [Special].
This skill divided the Abyss and bestowed it upon the undead.
"Lord Leyzon, you're the coolest in the world!"
"This is impressive."
"Power's overflowing!"
"Feels like I can do anything!"
The undead shouted, unleashing their explosive power.
The immense energy pouring from them disrupted the surrounding space.
The Ossuary's face hardened.
If he had his full prophet powers, it might be different.
But clashing head-on with these four undead was a burden even for him.
Their power overflowed with overwhelming might.
Yet the Ossuary couldn't retreat.
The clash of two transcendents was underway.
This space where Leyzon and the Ossuary stood was the eye of the storm.
Fleeing now would mean being torn apart by the transcendents.
He couldn't leave until the transcendents calmed.
Moreover, Leyzon had raised the Transcendent of Ruin as an undead.
'While the Evil Transcendent suppresses the Transcendent of Ruin, this is my chance.'
Missing this opportunity would just mean being devoured by the Transcendent of Ruin.
The Ossuary exhaled deeply.
Crackle crackle!
Black lightning bolts erupted around him.
His eyes changed.
He had resolved to kill Leyzon in earnest.
In response, Leyzon drew his staff and aimed it.
"Syria, along with Flamehead and the others, and the Bloodless Sovereign."
"Yes, the moment the power entered them, I sent them outside!"
Syria had acted as Leyzon instructed beforehand.
The instant he granted them power, send them out.
Thanks to that, they escaped just before the transcendents' clash.
What did that mean?
"All of you."
A ferocious smile spread across Leyzon's lips.
"Rampage to your heart's content."
Now, only the Ossuary and themselves remained here.
The undead unleashed their previously restrained killing intent all at once.
Today, they would tear the Ossuary to shreds.