Novel Full Chapter 376: Blood Sorcerer.
Chapter 376: Blood Sorcerer.
At the Slave Trade Guild’s side, the three Scorpion Men were tearing through the undead beasts around them with ease and confidence.
Their claws and stingers ripped through their enemies with finesse. They walked through the chaos as if the battle around them meant nothing to them.
Each swing of their claws tore apart hard shells.
Each stab of their stingers pierced through bone, sand, and rotten flesh.
Their movements were savage, but they were not wild.
There was a brutal rhythm to the way they attacked, as if slaughtering enemies on the battlefield was something carved into their blood.
Walking behind them, the Young Lord did not participate in the battle. His expression did not change.
’Undead are nothing.’ He clicked his tongue.
With the three Scorpion Men, he did not have to lift a finger. To him, this battle was already over, and it was only a matter of when.
But to his shock, the more the three Scorpion Men killed, the more they appeared. Also, he detected the members of his guild were struggling desperately.
At the beginning, they could handle the undead beasts, but with each passing moment, their situation was changing.
More importantly, they did not see the outline of Mantis Town in sight.
Mantis Town in sight? That was asking for too much.
They did not see the beast tide thinning out, and the dunes around them were not even changing.
It was as if they were not moving at all.
Detecting this, the Young Lord frowned and halted his tracks.
’Something is not right.’
He squinted and watched the battlefield more carefully. Then he noticed a bizarre scene.
When some members of his guild killed a beast, instead of their corpses falling to the ground, they vanished.
While some left corpses behind.
The two contradictory scenes confused him for a moment, but after watching for a few seconds, a look of realization appeared on his face.
"I have been played," he whispered, his voice deadly cold.
He had been the one to play others like fools, but now, he was being toyed with like a fool.
His heart boiled in rage.
"Stop!" he screamed.
His voice was like a tidal wave spreading through the battle with imposing momentum. Everyone fighting the undead beasts and the fake beasts halted their charge.
Even the three Scorpion Men halted their killing.
All eyes focused on him.
Their faces were marred with confusion.
Why had they stopped fighting?
Were they going to surrender to the enemy?
Or was the battle over?
Various thoughts appeared in their minds, but everyone knew better than to question their Young Lord.
Suddenly, a tense atmosphere descended on the battle. Humans and Scorpion Men felt a cold shiver run down their spines.
The terrifying feeling was coming from the Young Lord. Suddenly, the Young Lord raised his head to the sky and began to chant.
At first, his voice was low, but with each second, his voice grew louder.
"I call the red tide."
"I call the deep flow."
"Let every drop answer and violently grow."
"Spin into blades, surge into spears, and turn this battlefield into their fear."
When his voice reached its crescendo, everyone present was trembling. They could visibly hear their blood vibrating under their skin.
Their heartbeats were louder than ever.
"Blood beneath flesh, blood beneath bone, awaken in wrath and answer my throne."
"Burst from silence, tear through the vein, rise as a storm, and drown them."
The moment he completed the chant, the ground erupted, and from the Young Lord, a tide of blood rose to the sky like a river of spears.
Boom! Boom!
The pure atmosphere turned into a sea of blood, with various roars like enraged beasts broken from their chains.
Everywhere the blood tide passed, it turned everything upside down. It tore both undead beasts and fake beasts into pieces, leaving nothing behind.
The blood did not flow like ordinary liquid.
It twisted.
It stabbed.
It coiled around the beasts like living serpents before crushing them apart.
Blades of blood shot out in every direction, cutting through claws, tails, and bone shells.
Blood spears erupted from beneath the sand and pierced through the bodies of the Dune Scorpions.
The battlefield that had trapped them like a maze was violently ripped open by the Young Lord’s spell.
Watching the scene, no one dared breathe.
No one dared move.
Everyone froze on their spots.
Even the three Scorpion Men looked at the Young Lord with a different light in their eyes.
They were savage and arrogant, but they understood strength.
The spell before them was not something an ordinary awakener could release.
It was brutal.
It was domineering.
It was a spell meant to turn the blood of the battlefield itself into a weapon.
Bang!
Suddenly, the scene around them shattered like broken glass, and the previous deadly battle was gone.
Hmm?
Everyone was stunned.
They stared at their current location with wide eyes. They had been fighting for more than ten minutes and covering a considerable distance, but now they realized they were only a couple of meters from their previous tent location.
The tents were still behind them.
The dunes had barely changed.
The path they believed they had crossed was nothing but an illusion.
Some of the weaker members trembled when they understood this.
They had been fighting inside an illusion for so long.
The Young Lord gnashed his teeth and canceled his raging blood tide. His eyes locked on the figure standing at the top of the dune.
It was an undead.
But not just any undead. It was the dead Slave Trade Guild Captain of Sandroach Town.
Her body stood beneath the dim bloody moons, pale and silent.
The elegance she once had was gone, replaced by the hollow obedience of the dead.
Her dark bony staff rested in her hand, and faint illusionary ripples still twisted around her feet.
The Young Lord’s pupils shrank slightly.
He recognized her.
Of course he recognized her.
She had been one of their branch captains.
A Level 37 Illusionist.
A troublesome woman with a sharp mind and a dangerous profession. And now, she was standing before him as an undead servant.
Suddenly, a calm voice broke the heavy atmosphere.
"Blood Sorcerer."
Thoren appeared beside the undead Level 37 Illusionist.
He had been curious about the Slave Trade Guild, and this was the reason he chose them for last.
And what he found really surprised him.
’As expected of the Slave Trade Guild, they have so many rare professions among them,’ he thought and shook his head.
Below, everyone stared at Thoren with confusion, but the only one who knew who he was was the Young Lord.
Silver hair.
Blue eyes.
’The Grim Reaper.’
He stared at Thoren for a second, and a competitive spirit ignited.
"We finally met," he said in a slow, calm voice. "Grim Reaper."