408 The Necromancer's Powers
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“Amazing, they took down the wyvern…” Chris said, as he quickly realized that annoying and trying to force Blake to take matters into his own hands was a bit too much. “Sorry about that… I guess I didn’t had much hope…”
“Hm, maybe you should begin to trust me more, Chris.” Blake said. “It has been years now, but you’re always overly wary of me, and sometimes you don’t trust me either.”
“Ah…” Chris looked into the distance, seeing many Undead trying to get through the barrier but hitting its walls imbued with holy light and beginning to burn and turn into ashes. “Sorry, I… I guess I am like that.”
Chris trust issues were a thing Blake had noticed for a while now. He began to think that the youngling might still have some sort of resentment against him of some sort, which ended being channeled into this doubt. Although this wasn’t the time for this, he didn’t wanted his friend to doubt at the last second and end up costing his life.
“Why?” Blake asked.
Chris looked down a bit and then spoke. “Well, I guess… I just feel a bit jealous of you… That’s all.”
“Hm, I suppose that’s to be expected.” Blake said cockily, only making Chris sigh. “Nonetheless, I can understand that jealously of yours. I am also jealous of other people. I’ve always been jealous of others, since I remember being aware of my own self.”
“Eh? You are?” Chris asked. “But you’re so strong and everything…”
“Hah, as if that would even matter. We are all inherently jealous of one another, greedy, and more. It is within our nature as… humans.” Blake said. “Don’t worry, what you feel is completely normal. I’ve been jealous of you as well, you were more gifted at magic than I am, and your spirit of fire is incredible, I wish I had it.”
“O-oh… really?!” Chris asked.
“Yeah, I am also quite jealous of all my friends, this is why I have you close to me. This jealously is generated by my own lack of strength in certain areas. If I was as strong as you think I am, why would I bother making friends and allies that I can trust in battle? My trust comes from the jealously I have against your amazing talents, which I wish I had.” Blake chuckled a bit. “I know that sounded a bit pathetic, but I’m hoping you get what I said.”
Chris opened his eyes, seeing Blake with new eyes once more.
“Yeah, I guess… I get it now. Sorry again, I was being a dumbass.” Said Chris with a smile.
“It’s fine, you’ve always been kind of the dumbass of the party.” Said Erika while laughing.
“H-Hey! Were you spying on us?!” Chris asked.
“Well we are all here…” Said Eric.
“Yep.” Erdrich said. “You two are very good friends.”
“Fufu, I didn’t thought you were jealous of Blake like this, Chris.” Elizabeth giggled a bit mockingly.
“Ugh…” Chris sighed, but at the end decided to keep looking into the battle as Blake’s sharp eyes assessed everything. For a moment, it felt like he wasn’t even a kid, but someone grown up, who had accumulated lots of experience in battle.
Not only for Chris, but for all the kids here, Blake always gave out that impression, that he was… someone more than what he truly was. As if there was someone else inside of his own soul than the child, someone grown up, with incredible ambition and the experience and power to back it up.
“In a few more minutes we shall go, prepare yourselves…” Said Blake. “We’ll put an end to this.”
As Blake said this, the battle continued. The long-ranged attacks proved to be incredibly effective, countless Undead began to fall one after the other, more than a hundred had now perished, and now the numbers were reaching two hundred. The soldiers, knights, hunters, and adventurers all unified their strength, firing magic and arrows at the undead.
The undead were wary of the barrier hurting them, so they remained at a long distance and unleashed magic attacks of their own to break the barrier of find a crack to open a small hole through it. Large groups of Undead commanded by their necromancer gathered one after the other, firing blasts of darkness and darkness spheres channeling the dark miasma inside their bodies, slowly trying to corrupt and break the barrier. Even the lesser zombies were able to use this simple magic due to the miasma they were imbued with, enhancing their physical and magical strength.
However, each group was swiftly spotted by Blake, Ellergest, and Musk, who were in the frontlines. They immediately guided their respective groups and eliminated these groups of Undead with long ranged attacks, and if they were too fast or strong, they were blasted with holy water bottles and antidote bottles until they weakened enough.
This way, thanks to Blake’s items which he made in a hurry using [Instant Creation], the tides of battle, which looked very into the Undead’s favor changed. The people’s morale began to slowly rise, as Blake looked into the distance. His two Bird Summons, Hawk and Huginn flew around, inspecting the surroundings.
“Hm?”
Suddenly, Blake noticed something.
The Necromancer raised his staff, as the Undead he commanded began to change. Their entire bodies suddenly started to… mutate.
“Hmph, there’s no helping it, I might had underestimated you all… [Forced Necrotic Evolution]!”
FLASH!
Suddenly, a flash of phantasmal essence reached every Undead reaching the walls, as the people protecting the walls suddenly realizing something was wrong with the Undead, attacks were taking a while to completely destroy them now, and their bodies and appearances changed as well.
“GROOARR!”
“OOOOHH…!”
“KAKAKA…!”
The zombies grew countless muscles, looking like walking hulks of flesh, while the skeletons gained more and more bones, resembling giants made of bones. And the worst of all, those high ranked undead right behind them also changed.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
Their attacks became more intense, until a big group of Undead suddenly all concentrated their attacks into an area of the barrier…
And broke through.
CRAAASH!
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