Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 749: Law Domain

At some point, Beginning now stood at forty meters tall.

Opposite him hovered the bronze-skinned Rank Four Amazari. Rings of compressed air rotated around him in slow, controlled orbits, each one dense enough to carve stone apart with a thought. His eyes were calm, calculating, but the tension in his posture betrayed him.

Beginning roared.

But the Amazari moved first.

His hand snapped forward, and the air screamed.

A compressed lance of wind slammed into Beginning’s chest, drilling straight through muscle and bone in an instant. The impact exploded out the titan’s back in a plume of blood and shattered flesh, leaving a hollow crater where his heart should have been.

For a fraction of a second, the battlefield went silent.

Then Beginning took another step.

The wound closed as he moved.

Muscle surged inward. Bone and flesh knit together with a wet, grinding sound.

The Amazari’s eyes narrowed.

He saw Beginning swing at him.

There was no technique. No finesse.

Just mass and momentum.

The air screamed as his fist descended, dragging pressure behind it like a collapsing sky.

The Amazari vanished in a flash, reappearing a hundred meters away as the blow shattered the ground, flattening everything beneath it into a crater miles wide. The shockwave tore through nearby formations, sending debris and bodies flying.

The Amazari raised both arms.

The air around him folded inward.

"Sky Rend," he said calmly.

The space between him and Beginning collapsed into a storm of invisible blades.

Hundreds of cuts struck at once.

Beginning’s body was shredded.

And then he healed.

Again.

And again.

The Amazari struck again, layering his attacks now, combining crushing pressure with slicing force, trying to overwhelm the regeneration through sheer output.

It did not work.

Beginning reached him.

The titan’s hand closed around the Amazari’s torso.

The air detonated.

The Amazari escaped at the last moment, leaving behind a burst of compressed wind that exploded against Beginning’s palm and tore half his hand apart.

It regenerated mid-motion.

Beginning grabbed again.

The Amazari countered with a full-body release.

A dome of compressed air erupted outward, slamming into Beginning’s chest and blasting him backward for the first time.

The titan crashed through a mountain.

Stone collapsed around him.

Dust and debris filled the sky.

The Amazari hovered, breathing heavier now.

If others could see him clearly, they would see the horror he has in his expression.

From being matched by several undead to just one, one could hardly understand the stage of the Rank 4 Amazari who for the first time in many years also felt the scent of death again.

The mountain moved again.

Beginning rose from the rubble, his body already restored.

He roared again.

And charged, but this time with a different method that made the Rank 4 Amazari shout in despair.

"Don’t force me," he said.

What mainly differentiated Rank 4 and Rank 3 was the law domain, which grew from the previous law seed as a Rank 3.

Though some talented or experienced Rank 3 could create a makeshift domain which sometimes ended up as a prototype for their law domain when they ascended or was the prototype, it couldn’t be compared to an actual law domain Rank 4 creatures had.

However, in the early floors of hell, this particular advantage Rank 4 creatures had could not be used as even a second of using it meant a drain on their lifespan and foundation.

Except they were backed against the last possible wall, most Rank 4 who had business in the early floors of hell would rather lose a limb.

This situation also caused another reason why they had fear towards some certain powers.

One of those powers being half-step Rank 4 creatures.

Half-step meant they hadn’t truly entered the rank but they were infinitely close to it, and what did this mean?

It meant that they could use some abilities exclusive to Rank 4 creatures like the most trait, the law domain, though it was an incomplete one.

This was what made the Rank 4 Amazari feel despair.

Because as Beginning closed on him, he was already activating his law domain.

On instinct, the Amazari wanted to do the same.

Law domain canceled law domain with the superior one being able to take over, but the Rank 4 Amazari stopped himself in time.

If this was outside hell, he wouldn’t have hesitated. No. He wouldn’t even have needed his law domain to handle an incomplete one that couldn’t utilize its own space, but in hell he had to be very careful.

Someone with a partial law domain could resist him to a certain extent, especially in the suppressed state, and with the rules of hell, the longer he took to handle Beginning, the worse the situation would be for him.

Even if he succeeded in taking care of Beginning, in a weakened state he’d need to take care of the supernaturals around. The Rank 4 Amazari felt it was better to run away.

These were his thoughts as he made his decision. But unfortunately, he hadn’t expected Beginning’s law domain would actually give a surprise.

Law of brutal rebirth.

Born from agony and forged in survival. The closer to death, the stronger the rebirth.

What happened when a law domain was created on this concept with its host needing to be close to death.

The revelation was sinister.

A complete Law Domain was not just influence.

It was a world.

A sealed, alternate "space" within the void, a pocket reality where the owner’s law was not an effect, but a rule.

An incomplete domain was different.

It could not fully detach from the world, could not become a true alternate space. Instead, it spilled into reality like a warped layer placed over the existing one. It did not replace the world, but it forced a portion of the world to obey different principles.

And when Beginning pushed past his limit, the air around him changed first.

Colors dulled into harsh contrast.

The empty air beneath Beginning’s feet darkened in a widening circle.

A ring spread outward.

Hundred meters.

Two hundred.

One thousand.

Within it, every sound became muffled, like the battlefield was suddenly behind thick glass.

And in that radius, everyone felt it.

The bronze-skinned Rank Four Amazari’s eyes widened.

"No," he hissed, the word leaving him with real fear for the first time as he noticed something wrong with his body.

The concept of Brutal Rebirth was simple: the closer to death, the stronger the return. Destruction became momentum.

Now imagine that concept expanded into an area.

Imagine a place where damage was not loss.

The Amazari tried to move.

His body did not respond.

Beginning tried to move as well, but his colossal body froze mid-step, his muscles locked in a state of tense stillness.

For a heartbeat, it looked like both giants had been turned into statues.

Then the real horror happened as both of them were pulled outward.

The Amazari’s eyes shot wide as his soul was dragged out of his body.

One moment he was in his body and the next, he was standing in front of his own body, looking at it like it belonged to someone else.

His physical form remained suspended in the air, unmoving.

But his soul stood outside in his image.

He could see the same thing had happened to Beginning.

A soul form rose from the titan’s body like a second giant stepping out of a shell.

Beginning’s soul was massive.

It looked less like a humanoid spirit and more like a towering silhouette of condensed will and hunger, with veins of red-gold light running through it like molten lines.

The Amazari’s breath caught.

This was impossible.

A domain forcing separation of body and soul was not a common phenomenon, not even among Rank Four. It was something that required deep control, deep authority, and a concept that could reach into the structure of existence itself.

But Brutal Rebirth was never a normal law in the first place.

The Rank Four Amazari stepped fully into the Law Domain, and the moment he did, his connection to the universe screamed in warning.

Brutal Rebirth.

This was not a domain that protected its owner.

It was a crucible.

Inside this space, existence itself was treated as material. Anything that entered the domain was reduced to a single truth: if it could endure to the end, it would grow stronger. If it could not, its existence would be stripped apart and returned as fuel.

Devour, refine, return.

That was the law.

The most terrifying part was that the domain did not recognize ownership.

Beginning was not exempt.

The one who manifested the law held no absolute authority within it. If Beginning were pushed closer to death than his opponent, he too could be consumed by the same mechanism. His existence would be broken down and used to strengthen whatever survived him.

No wonder it was called brutal rebirth.

It simply meant becoming stronger at the risk of actual death.

A death one agreed to.