Novel Full Chapter 378: The Red Mouth of Death
Chapter 378: The Red Mouth of Death
It was the red path that allowed him to stand above countless awakeners who could only swing weapons and cast ordinary spells.
Hiyah! Hiyah!
The Slave Trade Guild members roared and charged forward toward the circling undead beasts.
They might be scared, but with their Young Lord giving the command, they had no choice but to fight.
Screech! Screech!
The undead Greater Dune Scorpions charged forward fearlessly, baring their fangs.
What was fear?
What was death?
It meant nothing.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The final battle had finally begun. Screams and shouts filled the air. While the human awakeners were going all out, releasing their ace attacks.
This was not the battle to hold back.
Spells roared in the air.
The sound of shields and weapons slamming into the carapaces of the undead Greater Dune Scorpions echoed in the air.
Fireballs exploded.
Wind blades tore through sand.
Arrows shot forward like rain.
Sword lights flashed repeatedly under the three bloody moons.
The three Scorpion Men led the charge, charging toward Thoren at breathtaking speed. Every undead Greater Dune Scorpion was sent flying with a single attack.
They caught their stingers and tore them apart forcefully. They broke their pincers savagely, ripping their heads off.
They were brutal and efficient.
From the beginning, their eyes never left the arrogant human standing at the top of the dune. They, the Scorpion Men, were the leaders of the Crimson Dunes.
They never tolerated disrespect.
They were feared.
They were worshiped.
For a mere human to compare them to his useless undead minions, they were prepared to make him pay and make him beg for death.
Their tails lashed through the air like black whips.
Their claws crushed bone shells.
Their heavy bodies moved through the battlefield with terrifying momentum.
Even the undead Greater Dune Scorpions, which had overwhelmed many human awakeners, could only delay them for a moment.
Watching the three Scorpion Men closing the distance, the Young Lord held back his chant as he waited patiently to see how the Grim Reaper would handle three Level 37 Scorpion Men.
As for Thoren, he was still calm, bordering on indifference.
"Kill!"
Just then, he gave the killing command to the undead Sanguine Vultures circling in the sky. Receiving the command, the deadly assassins dove down for another fresh slaughter.
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
In less than three seconds, the battle took a drastic turn.
Heads were severed, flying in the air.
Arms fell from bodies.
Bodies split into equal halves.
"Ah! What is going on?"
"What is it?"
Fear and panic gripped the Slave Trade Guild members’ hearts like a vice. Their eyes widened in fear. They looked around, trying to search for the attacker, but found nothing.
With the undead Sanguine Vultures, the Slave Trade Guild members were dying in droves.
The crimson shadows flashed above them like invisible blades.
Each dive took a life.
Each sharp whistle carried death.
By the time someone sensed danger, blood had already sprayed from their neck or chest.
"What is going on?" The Young Lord creased his brow.
A foreboding feeling rose in his heart. He knitted his brows, searching for the anomalies, and after a few seconds, he detected them.
They were beasts from the sky.
They were too fast for any common eyes to see.
"T-This..." His heart missed a beat.
He had thought the Grim Reaper only had the undead Dune Scorpions under his control, but he was wrong.
Too wrong.
Before he could think of a way to counter them...
Boom!
The ground trembled vehemently. Dust rose to the sky.
Sharply, he turned his head in the direction of the commotion. And behold...
One of the Scorpion Men was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. Seeing this, his jaw dropped, forming a zero the size of an egg.
"H How is this..." His voice trailed off.
Right behind Thoren, dozens of undead servants emerged, rushing toward the Scorpion Men. More importantly, they were humanoid.
He saw five of them holding massive shields.
Looking at the shields, his heart jumped.
’Bronze Grade!’ he screamed.
His eyes shifted to the undead figures in cloaks, their weapons gleaming under the three bloody moons’ light. The mere sight of the weapons made his legs almost turn to jelly.
He took a step back subconsciously. His palms were sweaty.
His breathing raced.
’H-How...’
Everyone thought the Grim Reaper merely depended on his undead servants to defeat all his enemies, but now, the dozens of Bronze Grade weapons made him realize a cold, brutal truth.
The Grim Reaper did not only have endless supplies of undead, but he armed a portion of them to the teeth.
That meant his undead were not just numbers.
They were soldiers.
They were elites.
They were a fully armed force that could stand against powerful awakeners and dangerous beastmen.
Ahhh!
A miserable scream jolted him out of his thoughts when he saw one of the Scorpion Men on the brink of death.
The Scorpion Man had been forced to one knee, its shell cracked in several places.
The undead Storm Tyrant stood before it with its massive hammer raised high.
Beside it, the undead shield soldiers locked the Scorpion Man’s path.
"Nooooo!" he screamed, and without hesitation, he began to chant with all his might.
"My blood is your blood."
"Hear my word now."
"Blood of the fallen."
"Blood of the slain."
"Grow sharpened fangs and awaken again. Bite through armor, pierce through breath, feast on both the living and the dead."
"This is your sacrifice." His voice rose higher and higher.
Blood rose from the ground, starting from him, making him the epicenter. Like a tornado of many weapons and beasts, it grew stronger and stronger with each chant.
"By cursed vein and abyssal breath."
"I summon the red mouth of death."
"Erupt, devour, twist, and crawl."
"Let blood become havoc and swallow them all."
When he completed his chant, the blood tornado had grown to over twenty meters tall and hundreds of meters wide, roaring toward Thoren and his undead servants.
It had turned the battle into a world of blood.
The bloody tornado spun violently, filled with countless shapes.
Blades.
Spears.
Claws.
Fanged mouths.
Twisting serpents.
All of them were formed from blood, writhing and roaring as if they were alive.
The sand beneath the tornado was ripped apart.
Broken corpses were swallowed.
Scattered weapons disappeared into the crimson storm and were crushed into fragments.
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AN: What do you think?
How do you think Thoren will defend against the deadly blood tornado?