Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World Chapter 733 Assassins? [2]

Only two undead didn't go after the other demons.

Spartan.

And Fade.

Spartan did not even glance at the chaos around him.

The instant Michael was struck, he moved.

Space warped as he crossed dozens of ters in a straight line, black flas roaring around his body like a living mantle. The Rank Three assassin who had delivered the blow barely had ti to widen his eyes before Spartan was on him.

There was no spell or skill cast.

Just a fist wrapped in devouring fire.

The punch landed squarely in the assassin's guard.

The law protecting him scread.

Black flas surged inward, bypassing defense, consuming the reinforcent itself. The assassin was blasted backward, body spinning uncontrollably as chunks of energy peeled away from him like ash.

Spartan followed relentlessly.

A magic circle ford mid stride, snapping into place with brutal precision.

Black fire erupted again.

The assassin barely managed to twist aside, losing an arm in the process as the flas tore through empty space where his torso had been a heartbeat earlier. He scread in disbelief.

"This thing!"

Spartan did not let him finish.

On the other side of the battlefield, Fade finally revealed his true form. Fade's humanoid form split apart like shedding skin, dissolving into shadow and bone as sothing enormous erged from within. A massive black praying mantis, taller than a building, unfolded into the air.

Its body was jagged and sleek, layered with natural armor that absorbed light instead of reflecting it. Multiple eyes glowed faintly along its triangular head, each one locking onto the assassin with terrifying focus.

Scythes longer than spears unfolded from its forelimbs.

The assassin's breath caught.

"Aren't you supposed to go and protect your master..."

"What kind of creature are you?"

Fade did not answer.

It vanished, its presence disappearing along with it.

The mantis reappeared behind the assassin instantly, scythes slashing down in a cross that tore space itself. The assassin barely dodged, rolling away as the attack carved a rift through the air where he had been standing.

Fade pressed forward.

The assassin activated his law fully now, shadows thickening around his body, blades of condensed darkness forming and launching

outward in rapid succession.

Fade cut through them and continued pressing forward.

Back at the crater, dust and debris were still settling.

A hand pushed against shattered stone.

Michael rose slowly.

His body ached.

His arms trembled faintly.

Blood ran freely now down his forearm.

Unlike his undead that had not only been blessed by extraordinary materials to strengthen their foundation but also fused with his blood, which made them stronger than their level would suggest, no matter how strong he was, Michael was still just a rank 2 awakener.

But his eyes were clear.

Michael looked up and saw Spartan tearing into the second assassin without restraint.

Saw Fade's massive form dominating the shadows.

Saw his undead legion continuing to grind the demonic forces down

exactly as ordered.

Michael exhaled.

"...Good."

Having ti to himself before others focused on him again, Michael left the battlefield with earth escape.

Spartan advanced without hesitation.

The assassin staggered through the air, one arm already gone, blood spilling freely. He tried to retreat into the void, forcing his law outward in a desperate surge, but Spartan followed straight through the distortion.

Black flas clung to Spartan's body as he stepped into the warped space, his form flickering but never slowing.

The assassin lashed out blindly.

A blade of compressed force tore across Spartan's side.

It landed.

The strike ripped through flesh and bone alike, carving a deep line

across Spartan's torso and exposing the darkened structure beneath. Black flas guttered violently for a brief instant.

But Spartan did not stop.

He did not even react.

He seized the assassin by the throat with one hand and drove him

downward.

They smashed into the ground hard enough to crater it again, shockwaves tearing outward. The assassin coughed blood, his law flickering wildly as Spartan's flas burned through his defenses

from the inside.

The assassin scread.

Spartan raised his other hand.

Spartan's raised hand ca down.

It was a punch.

The fist crashed into the assassin's face with a sound like stone

shattering. The ground beneath them ruptured, cracks racing outward as the assassin's head snapped back unnaturally. Before the body could even fall, Spartan punched again.

And again.

Each blow landed with absolute precision, black flas detonating inward instead of outward, forcing their way past the assassin's outer

body.

The assassin tried to scream.

The fourth punch caved in his chest.

The fifth erased what remained of his head.

By the sixth, there was nothing left.

Only then did he stop.

He released his hand, and ash drifted downward.

Spartan stood upright, his damaged torso still smoldering, black

flas stabilizing around the wound as his body began its slow regeneration. His expression never changed.

"Master's blood is truly sothing," he said with sothing that

sounded akin to awe but flat.

He turned his head.

Across the battlefield, Fade's massive mantis form was locked in

combat with the remaining assassin. Shadow and steel collided repeatedly, scythes flashing as blades of darkness were torn apart mid

flight.

Spartan stepped forward.

The ground cracked beneath his foot.

Fade sensed him imdiately.

The mantis shifted its stance, herding the assassin backward without

words. The assassin realized it at the sa ti.

His breathing hitched.

Two.

Two monsters.

He tried to retreat into the void again.

Spartan vanished.

The assassin reappeared a heartbeat later and Spartan was already

there. A single punch landed in the assassin's abdon, black flas erupting inward and detonating his body from the inside out. Fade's scythes ca down a fraction of a second later, cleaving through

what remained.

The body split.

Then dissolved.

Silence followed.

Spartan straightened and turned away without a glance at the

remains. Fade's massive form folded inward, shadows collapsing as it returned to concealnt, its task complete. Both undead turned back toward the battlefield.

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