Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 752: Another Death

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, high in the air, the battle with the Rank Four drakeblood was also coming to an end.

Compared to the Rank Four Amazari, who could be said to have died tragically yet with a certain dignity, the Rank Four drakeblood went down to poison.

One on one, Lucky could not be compared to the drakeblood. However, with the support of his fellow undead, who were able to inflict wounds on the massive creature, Lucky’s poison proved sufficient. Given enough time, it was capable of bringing down even such a terrifying giant.

By the time the Rank Four drakeblood realized the extent of the damage inside its body, it was already too late. It could only fall helplessly from the sky.

In its current state, it could not even activate its law domain. Doing so would only hasten its death.

Seeing the dragon-like figure plummet drew everyone’s attention back to it.

Shock spread across the battlefield as the races realized they had not only survived the assault of two Rank Four beings, but had actually managed to kill them.

As these thoughts raced through their minds, the Rank Four drakeblood struck the ground, carving out a crater several miles wide. The other races had anticipated this and had already retreated to safer distances before it landed.

Just as relief was about to surface, their expressions twisted into horror when they sensed a terrifying energy beginning to bubble within the fallen drakeblood.

"Is this bastard trying to self-destruct?!" an elf warrior with only one arm left shouted.

The moment the suspicion was confirmed, the surrounding races turned and fled without hesitation. None of them had ever imagined a Rank Four supernatural who would choose self-destruction rather than die in battle.

That thought was flawed.

Self-destruction after a battle was still a fight to the death.

The drakeblood knew it was going to die regardless. Whether it activated its domain or not, unless the others somehow gave it time to heal, suppress the poison, or retreat, its fate had already been sealed the moment it fell from the sky.

Rather than be killed by beings it considered ants, creatures that outside of Hell would not even dare to look at it, it chose to drag everything around it down with it.

The other races understood this too. No matter how far they ran, even if they fled through the void itself, an explosion from a Rank Four existence would still be devastating.

What none of them expected was the sudden appearance of a small giant wielding a spear as long as his body, standing atop the drakeblood’s head.

That mini giant was Michael, still using Beginning’s ability.

The moment he saw the drakeblood falling, Michael had already understood what was coming. Thanks to Beginning’s domain which prompted him to later activate his Eye of Truth, he became aware of the drakeblood’s condition before anyone else. He knew that even if he himself survived the blast by sheer luck, his undead would not.

Michael chose action over luck.

With spear in hand, he pierced through a gap between the scales protecting the drake’s head, tearing flesh in the process. After successfully driving the spear deep into its skull, Michael did not stop there. He poured as much poison as possible through the spear’s ability.

The effect was immediate.

The moment the poison reached the drakeblood’s core, the ground shook as if something vast and enraged had been violently awakened. A roar burst from the fallen titan.

It was not the proud roar of a dragon challenging the heavens.

It was a scream.

The Rank Four drakeblood convulsed violently, its massive body thrashing against the shattered earth. Scales cracked and lifted as veins of sickly black-green light spread beneath them, racing outward from the wound in its skull.

Its wings spasmed uselessly, claws gouging trenches miles long into the ground.

Another roar followed, louder than before, filled with raw agony and disbelief.

The drakeblood attempted to gather power, but failed. The poison had already reached its core. Every attempt to circulate energy only accelerated its spread. Its heart faltered. Its breaths came out in ragged, thunderous gasps that shook the battlefield.

Michael did not retreat.

Standing atop the drake’s skull, his borrowed giant form trembling under the backlash, he ripped the spear free and drove it down again, and again. Each thrust forced more poison deeper, overwhelming the drakeblood’s natural resistance through sheer proximity and saturation.

The drakeblood screamed until the sound broke.

Its roar degraded into a hoarse, choking bellow as black venom leaked from its eyes, nostrils, and mouth. The terrifying pressure that had been building for self-destruction destabilized and collapsed, eroded by the poison tearing its foundation apart.

The battlefield watched in stunned silence as the towering drakeblood writhed in helpless agony, its end no longer a choice, but an inevitability.

The struggle did not last much longer.

The drakeblood’s massive body shuddered once more, then slowed. The violent thrashing weakened, its claws no longer carving the earth, only scraping uselessly against it. Its heart beat one final, thunderous time.

Then another, weaker beat.

Then nothing.

A Rank Four drakeblood had fallen.

Michael felt it before he saw it. The oppressive pressure vanished, and the suffocating sense of imminent annihilation lifted from the battlefield like a storm finally passing.

Michael stood still for a moment, spear buried deep in the drake’s skull, waiting.

Then, slowly, he pulled the spear free and leapt down from the corpse. Behind him, the colossal body lay motionless in the crater, no longer a living calamity, but a mountain of fallen flesh.

Across the battlefield, survivors stopped running.

One by one, they turned back, staring in disbelief at the corpse of the Rank Four drakeblood and the small giant standing beside it.

Silence spread.

Not the fearful silence from before, but a stunned, almost reverent one.

Two Rank Four existences had descended into Hell.

And both had died.

All because of one man.

No.

He was still a youth.

Just a perversely strong one.

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