Chapter 214
Chapter 214
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 214
Chapter Title: The Prophet's Gamble
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A space where fragments of the Transcendent of Evil and the Transcendent of Ruin clashed fiercely.
The backs of shrimp caught between battling whales.
Compared to the transcendents, they were utterly insignificant beings colliding.
But that was merely how it appeared from the transcendents' perspective.
To someone else, even they were whales.
The ossuary's endless infinite army surged forth.
Apostles and undead poured out in an endless flood.
Opposing them were just four undead.
Yet those four's combined might completely overwhelmed the infinite horde.
The serpent dragon roared, shattering undead and apostles into pieces.
The fortress giant fired a violet beam, reducing undead to a handful of ash.
The puppet strings of the Underworld Demon King backfired, forcing them to devour their own kin.
Blood and shadows soaked the floor thickly before rising as one to swallow the undead and apostles whole.
In the midst of the fierce battle.
The ossuary ceaselessly channeled mana, unleashing attacks.
His target was one alone.
Leyzon.
Leyzon was the leader of the undead.
If he fell, the undead would lose their chain of command and collapse.
A black spear flew in.
Black lightning rained down.
Curses of the underworld were chanted.
Apocalypse was invoked.
Yet not a single attack reached Leyzon.
The undead shielding Leyzon were too powerful.
Undead who had gained power beyond norms through Succession [Special].
They had grown strong enough that even the ossuary couldn't handle them.
One by one, he could surely crush them without issue.
But the four moved in perfect coordination under Leyzon's command.
They flawlessly covered each other's weaknesses, gradually pressuring the ossuary.
To face them, he needed to summon his prime power.
Power he couldn't match without the Prophet's strength bestowed by the Transcendent of Evil.
His infinite mana was ceaselessly depleting.
Once mana ran dry, the battle's outcome was all too predictable.
Grind!
The ossuary's teeth ground together.
He had never imagined he'd be cornered like this.
But this desperate situation was undeniable reality.
To break through, he had to prepare for sacrifice.
With transcendents clashing outside, escape was impossible.
Not even retreat was an option.
The scythe-etched pupils of the ossuary moved quietly.
Soon, a long sigh escaped his lips.
"Fine, I admit it."
The ossuary's voice echoed lowly.
His gaze met Leyzon's.
Leyzon smiled throughout, unwavering.
As if he had no intention of losing his smile no matter the circumstances.
That smile felt like obsession, even madness.
"You're insane."
Leyzon's plan wasn't flawless.
A single flaw could unravel everything, like tightrope walking.
It was essentially a gamble.
Tragic, but sons resemble fathers, as they say.
Like his father who lost everything to gambling, Leyzon staked his life on a bet.
Yet one clear difference set him apart from his father.
Leyzon accounted for every possibility.
With his innate memory, he memorized every contingency he'd devised.
He crafted desperate countermeasures for any scenario.
And from that moment, Leyzon's plan ceased being a gamble.
It was the product of absurd tenacity.
Thus, Leyzon could always smile.
Not from leisure, but with eyes gleaming pure madness.
A being detached from humanity, a prophet.
Even to the ossuary, Leyzon was unnaturally abnormal.
"And I lost to an insane man."
The ossuary admitted defeat to Leyzon.
He had never underestimated him.
Neither his backing nor his forces.
Thus, until the very end, he had preferred unleashing the Prophet's power over a direct clash.
Even blocking information till the last was for that reason.
But in the end, it came to a frontal confrontation.
The ossuary was thorough, without doubt.
Yet Leyzon's relentlessness outmatched his thoroughness.
So he admitted it.
His loss to Leyzon.
Once mana depleted, the undead and Leyzon's pincer attack would begin.
Without the Prophet's power, he couldn't overcome it.
A red gem was clutched in the ossuary's grasp.
The crimson orb, forged from the powers of a dark elf, necromancer, and the Transcendent of Ruin.
Urgent movements stirred from Leyzon's side.
They vaguely sensed the ossuary was about to play a dangerous card.
But it was too late.
When cornered like this, the ossuary had already been channeling power into the orb.
"So I'll gamble too."
What the ossuary would do now was a desperate bet.
The polar opposite of his usual meticulous planning and execution.
Leyzon's undead charged.
They were already upon him.
But the ossuary's lips curled into a grin.
"I just hope you can't control the Transcendent of Ruin as undead."
Red light burst from the orb, engulfing everything around.
Soon, the ossuary was wholly consumed by the orb.
Ting—
The orb that swallowed the ossuary clattered to the floor.
With his disappearance, the scene froze.
Crack—
Cracks spiderwebbed across the fallen orb.
Yet no one could stop it.
Shatter!
Fragments exploded outward.
The instant pitch-black darkness erupted from within.
Screeech—
The black darkness split, and a jet-black bony arm protruded.
The air's flow shifted instantly.
Silence blanketed the suffocating battlefield.
A stillness so profound even the transcendents' clash outside went unheard.
Through the parted darkness, tattered edges of a crimson-black cloak drifted.
Soon, a chilling laugh echoed from afar.
Screeech—
A head split wide, exposing its innards, peered out.
A face of red muscle grinned grotesquely.
The hollow-chested being, visible through to the other side, abruptly stopped laughing.
"Can't control it, huh?"
A voice utterly alien to humanity resounded.
The crawling ossuary.
He had reclaimed the Prophet's power at last.
In the hushed space.
One being clawed its way out, tearing through the darkness.
Taller than before.
A billowing crimson-black cloak.
Between its folds, a skeletal body and a gaping chest cavity.
The Prophet, the Crawling Ossuary.
He stood there in his complete form.
The ossuary had offered his own body to the orb.
What he did in that process was ingenious.
A fragment of the Transcendent of Evil manifested through the orb.
He implanted it into his own body.
He had rolled the dice.
Could Leyzon truly control the Transcendent of Ruin directly?
Transcendents weren't something you could command freely just because they became undead.
Standard hierarchies didn't work on them.
Leyzon had succeeded in undead-ifying only a tiny fragment of the Transcendent of Ruin.
That fragment now operated on instinct alone, baring fangs at the Transcendent of Evil.
The ossuary had noticed this early.
If even this was Leyzon's intent, he had no counter anyway.
So he gladly bet on it.
The gamble that Leyzon couldn't control the Transcendent of Ruin.
This brilliant bet was a resounding success.
The Transcendent of Ruin was fully focused on blocking the Transcendent of Evil.
As a result, it overlooked the fragment within the ossuary.
The ossuary raised his hand.
His bony fingers twitched with a grating sound.
The long-lost power felt utterly novel.
Even sweetly pleasurable.
"I lived a life far removed from gambling."
With his revealed grin, the space screeched and split.
From the rift emerged a single sword.
A horrific blade embedded with countless eyes.
As he gripped it, muscles sprouted from the sword, encasing his bony arm.
"Thanks to you, I feel like I could get addicted."
Eyed muscles formed the ossuary's skeletal frame.
Even then, not one undead could move.
The suffocating pressure emanating from him pinned them in place.
Different.
That thing was a being of another order entirely.
The ossuary cracked his body loose.
Just the killing intent pouring from him felt lethal.
Syria Nosferatu's pupils rolled in cold sweat.
She racked her brain to get at least Leyzon out.
And in that moment, her gaze met Leyzon's.
Soon, her expression slowly changed.
Leyzon stared at the ossuary with the same face as before.
She trusted him more than anyone.
Believing he had a plan meant no fear.
The other undead felt the same.
Those suppressed by the ossuary's killing intent until moments ago now stood before Leyzon.
They bared their hostility directly at the ossuary.
The ossuary's eye muscles twitched once.
Their unyielding will puzzled him even now.
"Ossuary."
Leyzon's voice pierced the ossuary's doubt.
He still gazed with a smile.
"Why go through all that trouble."
The ossuary flung his hand wide.
Jet-black blades sprouted from his grasp, gleaming dangerously.
Those would surely cleave even souls if they struck.
Yet clear fear dwelled in the ossuary's eyes.
He couldn't imagine another card up Leyzon's sleeve here.
But reality is cruel.
"I've been dying to make you my target."
Crunch—
In that instant, the four undead collapsed simultaneously.
The ossuary had no time to react.
Four purple flames ignited above Leyzon's head at once.
They crowned him like a diadem.
His pupils glowed a pure violet, slowly shimmering.
Chill—
At the same time, the ossuary felt nonexistent skin crawling.
The being before him had instantly leaped tiers.
Four wings of purple flame unfurled.
Undead Fusion
Syria Nosferatu · Iden Yuphéra · Estelle Aragon · Pauli Poatrice
A staff rose into Leyzon's grasp.
Leyzon had bestowed Abyss Succession [Special] upon his undead.
As a result, they gained power on another level entirely.
And now.
Leyzon activated one more skill.
Fusion with the four awakened undead through succession.
Undead. Abyss.
His true descent.
Purple flames whipped in the storm-like gale.
They shimmered eerily, like the gateway to the underworld.
Amid the blaze, Leyzon smiled brighter than any.
"Time for gambling rehab class, bonehead."