Novel Full Chapter 1842 Reanimate
Chapter 1842 Reanimate
Thrax took upon himself the daunting responsibility of confronting the four reanimated magus. Recognizing that time was of the essence, he engaged the burly combat magus standing before him and sought to dispatch his formidable adversary swiftly. However, to his astonishment, Heracles displayed not only remarkable resilience but seemingly boundless endurance, preventing Thrax from breaking free and joining the battle against the reanimated magus.
The four reanimated magus, infused with unnatural energy, dashed toward their master, Hecate, positioning themselves to attack both Klea and Ashaka.
Klea, exhibiting her quick reflexes and formidable magical prowess, unleashed an offensive spell [Thunder Bolt] upon the incoming undead Magus. The spell was executed in an instant, simultaneously striking both at the same time. It should have been a devastating blow, yet to her astonishment, the reanimated Magus displayed no visible signs of pain or distress. Their stoic expressions betrayed no hint of vulnerability, and the spell, despite its evident power, appeared to have little effect in halting their relentless advance.
On the other front, Ashaka skillfully countered the relentless assaults of the other two reanimated adversaries. His powerful palm strikes landed with crushing force, shattering their bones. Yet, in a display of eerie determination, the undead Magus pressed forward, seemingly undeterred by the excruciating pain they endured.
As the unrelenting assault unfolded, Klea, with her acute perception suddenly made a grim realization. With a resolute tone, she declared, “I see what they are.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Klea retrieved a pouch from her belongings and, with a swift motion, hurled eight gleaming bronze coins into the air. As they hovered mid-flight, Klea began to chant an intricate spell, [Hexagram Elemental Technique].
“What is this? A rune formation! Child’s play!” Hecate mocked, and with a wave of her hand, she directed the four undead magus to intercept the flying bronze coins. Klea took control of the coins, guiding them away from the reach of the reanimated magus. Simultaneously, she marked the parameters of the rune formation’s range. As her spell took effect, a thick, mysterious mist began to coalesce within the designated area, creating an enigmatic [Misty Cloud].
Hecate, agitated, let out an exasperated shout. “You little annoying witch!”
With a single discerning glance, Klea had identified a critical weakness in Hecate’s reanimation spell. While the undead magus were indeed rendered virtually unkillable with their formidable physical strength, they exhibited profoundly diminished perception. Without Hecate’s direct guidance, they floated aimlessly, akin to marionettes whose strings had been severed.
Before Klea could make her move against Hecate, the cunning female magus revealed yet another hidden trick. “She’s gone!” Klea’s warning came too late, for Hecate was a mistress of the darkness element, and with her unparalleled proficiency, she had vanished from the sight of all present. As the others tried to fathom Hecate’s next move, Klea’s intuition kicked in, and she abruptly turned her attention to Chumo. “Watch out!!”
Chumo was the weakest link among their group, a vulnerability Hecate was poised to exploit. True to Klea’s intuition, Hecate reappeared, having left the area and thereby escaping the effects of the mystic cloud and Ashaka’s [Sutra].
With malevolence in her eyes, Hecate wasted no time. She unleashed all of her spirit skulls, sending them hurtling toward Chumo in a relentless barrage. Chumo’s ethereal shadow clones swiftly disintegrated upon contact while his true form was ensnared by the ethereal skulls, which entered and exited his corporeal body in a nightmarish dance. Chumo was engulfed by the spectral onslaught, a surreal and terrifying spectacle of spiritual possession.
Klea and the Abbot sprang into action, rushing to his aid. But their valiant attempts to reach him were swiftly thwarted by a powerful wave of spear attacks from Triton.
“Chumo!” Klea’s voice trembled with panic as she faced the dire predicament before her.
Thrax, having triumphed over Heracles and his golden mace, turned to assist, but it was a grievous realization that Chumo was already under Hecate’s sinister spell.
Hecate, with a malevolent grin on her face, halted their advance with a chilling threat. “Do not move any closer. I can deal with this poor young man with but a flick of my finger.”
Desperation seeping into her voice, Klea resorted to a threat of her own. “Wait… wait… it doesn’t have to be this way. If you harm him, you will answer to the Nephilim!”
However, Hecate’s response was far from remorseful. She merely smiled and declared, “I am no fool. I have no need to take your lives. I simply wish to obliterate your physical forms, just as you did to my precious Hades. It will be a justified act.”
For Hecate, this was a deeply personal vendetta, and the destruction of their physical forms was how she intended to exact her revenge while robbing the earth magus of any chance to win on their incoming duels with the Kronos. Unwilling to engage in further discussion, Hecate summoned all her spirit souls, directing them to converge upon Chumo’s vulnerable body.
“No!!” Klea’s anguished cry pierced the air as Chumo’s form began to glow with an ominous, pulsating light. The intensity of his pain was palpable, and it appeared as though he was on the verge of a catastrophic explosion.
Yet, just as swiftly as it had begun, the agonizing process came to an abrupt halt, with no trace of the ethereal spirit skulls that had been tormenting him.
Hecate’s expression contorted in shock and dismay. “How could this be!! My precious souls!! What did you do?”
Instead of providing an answer, Chumo’s body underwent a startling transformation. His eyes turned bloodshot, his skin paled, and sinister claws sprouted from his fingers. It was the Nightwalker transformation, a result of an experiment conducted on Chumo by Zenonia seven years prior.
Not only had Chumo seemingly mastered this dark form, but there was something more unsettling happening—dark, ethereal tendrils emerged from his body, forming an ominous aura of multiple tentacles behind him. The tide of the battle had taken an unexpected and eerie turn, and the true extent of Chumo’s power was unveiled in this enigmatic transformation.