Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 742: Smell of Death [5]

The bronze-skinned Amazari’s face twisted.

"I should have erased you all back then."

The air screamed as his air law responded to his fury. Invisible currents compressed and folded inward, forming layer upon layer of cutting force around his body.

"Charging me with ants and corpses," he continued, his voice rising. "Do you truly believe numbers matter?"

He lifted his arm slowly, fingers curling.

"I am Rank Four."

The pressure spiked.

Several Rank Three beings at the front were forced to their knees instantly, bones creaking under the weight of his presence. Even those behind them felt their lungs tighten and their hearts stutter.

Yet the silver-haired elder did not stop.

She stepped through the pressure.

Her aura flared, silver and sharp, pushing back against his law just enough to keep moving.

This time, however, she was not the one leading the charge, nor were Michael’s lesser undead. Two massive figures surged forward instead, a male and a female undead that clearly came from the same race, charging straight toward the Rank Four Amazari.

It was Beginning and Lily.

By the time they closed the distance, meeting him in midair, both had grown to nearly twenty meters tall.

The bronze-skinned Amazari’s patience snapped completely.

The air around him detonated outward as his law surged. Invisible blades screamed through the battlefield, descending in wide arcs meant to erase everything in their path.

Several Rank Three beings were cut down instantly.

Bodies were torn apart before they could even react. Stone shattered. Armor peeled away like paper. The very ground was carved into deep scars, as if a god had dragged claws across it.

Then his power struck the two figures charging straight at him.

Beginning took it head-on.

The massive undead did not dodge. He did not slow. The compressed air slammed into his body and tore into him with horrifying force. Flesh ruptured. Bone cracked. His torso caved inward in places as layers of cutting pressure stacked again and again, each strike landing atop the last.

The damage piled up relentlessly.

Chunks of his body were shredded away, blasted off in violent bursts, yet he kept moving.

His regeneration ignited.

Muscle reknit. Bone reformed. Dark flesh crawled back into place even as it was being destroyed. The more damage he took, the more violently his body responded, repairing itself in grotesque, unstoppable waves.

Beside him, Lily met the attack differently.

The moment the cutting currents reached her, her body twisted unnaturally, opening seams along her frame as if welcoming the destruction. The air law tore into her, shredding her surface and ripping chunks of her form apart.

And Lily devoured it.

Apparently, opening her mouth to devour was only the most primitive way she used her law, not the only way it could be utilized.

Fragments of compressed force vanished into her body, absorbed and broken down even as the remainder continued to tear her apart. Her form destabilized, cracked, and warped under the strain. Entire sections of her body collapsed, dissolved, and reformed in the same instant.

She was being destroyed.

And healing.

Over and over.

Her regeneration was slower than Beginning’s, but just as unsettling.

The bronze-skinned Amazari’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"These things..."

And in that moment, the battlefield did not give him time to adjust.

The other undead and supernaturals struck.

Blades of mana, elemental attacks, cursed projectiles, and coordinated strikes slammed into him from every direction. Rank Three beings who would have been erased individually now attacked as a single, relentless mass.

The silver-haired elder’s water law surged forward, binding and crushing at the same time, forcing him to divert his focus.

The pressure around him wavered.

Just slightly.

But that was enough.

Beginning roared and closed the remaining distance, his ruined chest knitting together mid-charge. Lily followed, her distorted form lashing outward as fragments of devoured attacks erupted from her body like warped counterattacks.

The bronze-skinned Amazari was forced to split his attention.

A portion of his energy shifted outward, reinforcing his defenses against the incoming swarm.

And for the first time since his arrival, he was no longer overwhelming everything with ease.

The battlefield turned into a grinder.

The bronze-skinned Amazari hovered in place like an executioner, his presence crushing and absolute, and yet the swarm did not break.

Air blades kept falling.

Rank Three bodies burst apart without warning. A Khar’veth warrior raised his shield and the shield split cleanly, then the man behind it followed. A Virellion flier tried to spiral upward, and a single ripple of air snapped her wing, spinning her into the earth like a broken spear.

Undead died the same way.

Some were bisected and kept crawling forward with halves of their bodies dragging behind them. Others were shredded into fragments so small they could not regenerate fast enough. The air filled with blood mist, bone dust, and scattered chunks of armor that had once been living flesh.

Michael felt every severed link.

Not all of it.

His mind could not afford that.

But the moment an undead truly vanished, the bond snapped with a violent tug, and his vision stuttered as blood poured from his mouth despite the elves nearby doing their best to stabilize him. He forced himself to stay upright through sheer will, hands trembling as he kept sending commands through the chaos.

Fight.

Hold.

Protect.

He could not allow the formation to collapse.

Beginning and Lily continued to push through.

The bronze-skinned Amazari’s eyes narrowed further when he realized they were not slowing. He poured more power into the cutting currents, compressing them until the air itself screamed.

Beginning took the punishment like a wall.

His body was being erased piece by piece. Each time a blade passed through him, it carved grooves deep enough to expose bone. His shoulder exploded, then reformed. His ribs shattered, then grew back crooked for a heartbeat before snapping into alignment as regeneration corrected itself.

He kept moving as Lily absorbed what she could.

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