"So this is... the passage to the Undead Realm."
"The Undead Cataclysm... the most terrifying natural disaster in human history. Every recorded occurrence ended in rivers of blood."
"Sigh... who knows how many living beings will be reduced to ruin this ti."
"Then let our flesh and blood beco humanity’s first wall!"
Daniel’s expression remained calm.
With a single thought, ninety-nine figures identical to him stepped out from the void.
Ninety-nine clones, each possessing ninety percent of his Strength, skills, and talents.
A hundred figures stood shoulder to shoulder, like an army made up of him alone.
He turned around and looked at the thirty legendary-grade powerhouses behind him.
"As long as we shatter this gate, the Undead Cataclysm in World Zone 616 will vanish before it ever truly begins."
The spirits of the gathered powerhouses were instantly lifted.
Daniel raised Stellar Wrath, golden light condensing along the bowstring.
His voice was calm as still water, yet it carried unquestionable authority.
"Everyone, focus your strongest Strength and attack this gate together."
"As you command, my lord!"
"As you command, sir!"
Thirty voices answered at once, golden radiance igniting on their bodies like thirty stars about to erupt into brilliance.
Daniel was the first to raise Stellar Wrath.
The instant the bowstring trembled, three skills blood at the sa ti.
[Arrowstorm]!
Countless arrows wrapped in raging winds rained down from the sky, each one like a spear of judgnt, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.
[Serpent’s Thundercell]!
Dark clouds gathered in an instant, and tens of thousands of lightning serpents poured downward, violet electricity turning the whole sky as bright as day.
[Shattering Cot]!
A golden arrow shot straight into the heavens, then exploded at its highest point, splitting into thousands of motes of light that dragged brilliant flaming tails as they fell to the earth.
[Aetherlance]!
A golden spear ripped through the sky and shot straight toward the core of the Blackbone Gate.
-8,516,164!
-8,364,616!
-8,316,647!
-8,364,616!
...
The ninety-nine clones released their skills in perfect sync with the original body.
A single offensive wave, amplified by all kinds of skills and talents, ant forty to fifty thousand attacks crashing down at once.
Those skills were not multiplying each other exponentially, but the sheer torrent of destructive force was so terrifying that even the all-out strike of a legendary-grade powerhouse would struggle to compare.
At this mont, Daniel’s total damage output was not inferior in the slightest to any peak legendary-grade supre expert.
It could be said that the current Daniel had already reached the ceiling of the present version.
Before supre-grade NPCs appeared in the next version, he could basically call himself invincible!
The thirty legendary-grade powerhouses attacked at the sa ti.
Carodion’s golden sword radiance, Lucian’s silver spear, Aliris’s raging flas...
Countless attacks poured down like a breached flood, completely drowning the Blackbone Gate.
Amid that endless tide of skills, the Blackbone Gate began to tremble.
At first it was only a faint vibration. Then thin cracks appeared on the fra of bones piled up into the gate.
The cracks spread like a spiderweb, accompanied by teeth-gritting cracking sounds.
Daniel did not dare slack off.
His arrows never stopped.
Every draw of the bow unleashed four hundred and fifty attacks.
Seeing their master fight so fiercely, the legendary-grade powerhouses did not dare pause either, and continued pouring out damage like mad.
Several minutes later—
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The entire Blackbone Gate suddenly let out a shrill, ear-piercing noise, as fractures spread across every inch of its surface like a spiderweb.
The rotting bones were stripped away and shattered under the barrage of attacks, turning into black ashes that scattered into the wind.
A faint smile lifted the corner of Daniel’s mouth.
Just then, a sky-shaking roar suddenly ca from deep within the Blackbone Gate, filled with fury and unwillingness.
"Which bastard dares destroy my undead spatial passage?!"
"I will never let you off!"
Boom—!!!
The next mont—
The entire Blackbone Gate collapsed with a thunderous crash, dissolving into black mist that scattered into nothingness.
Daniel lowered his bow and stood still, while the ninety-nine clones flowed back into his body like a receding tide.
The thirty legendary-grade powerhouses also stopped attacking at the sa ti, hovering behind him.
As they looked at the sky, now clear once again, their eyes were filled with disbelief.
They had done it!
They had forcibly destroyed the gate connecting to the Undead Realm!
...
[Server-wide Announcent!!!]
[Player "Faustus" of World Zone 616 has successfully destroyed the "Undead Realm Spatial Passage"! World Zone 616 has been spared from this civilization-ending calamity, the "Undead Cataclysm"! Special rewards granted to this player: Imperial Morale 100,000, Human rit 100,000!]
[World Zone 616 Announcent: Player "Faustus," by his own power, destroyed the undead spatial passage and halted the descent of the Undead Cataclysm. Starting today, the nine main cities of World Zone 616 will each establish a "Faustus Plaza" and erect a "Faustus Statue," to stand forever as an example for future generations!]
[World Zone 616 Announcent: Player "Faustus," by preventing disaster before it struck, saved countless citizens of the Empire through his own power. Starting today, all major magic and military academies in World Zone 616, when compiling history, must record Faustus’s glorious deeds in their chronicles, to stand forever as an example for future generations!]
The announcents rang out three tis in a row, scarlet letters flashing before the eyes of every player.
Hearing them, Faustus smiled as well.
[Ding! Successfully completed the Exalted-grade quest "Undead Cataclysm." Obtained "wish points" 100,000,000!]
[Imperial Proclamation]
[You now bear the vast destiny of the human race and the Empire, chosen by fate as the helmsman of humanity. From this day onward, the rise and fall of your people, and the direction in which the river of history flows, shall all be written by your hand.
In the eternal na of mankind—may you continue to offer your Strength to the fla of civilization.]
Listening to this string of system notifications, Daniel let out a long breath.
"I didn’t expect to reach this step so quickly."
...
Luminara.
A grand plaza rose into existence out of thin air.
It was vast and solemn, its ground paved with pure white marble, with nine stone pillars around it carved all over with epic-grade reliefs.
At the very center of the plaza, a towering statue was rapidly taking shape.
It depicted an adventurer dressed as an archer, longbow in hand, head raised toward the sky, eyes filled with determination and unyielding resolve.
On the pedestal of the statue, one na was engraved clearly:
Faustus!
Beneath the na, lines of text slowly appeared, recording his many deeds...
From his first victorious battle in Windmill Town, to suppressing the Mountain God; from crushing the sches of the beastfolk and goblins, to leading armies against the non-human races; from rising to fa in the battle of Ironforge, to suppressing the Abyss Rift and defeating the alliance of non-human races; and finally, to destroying the spatial passage to the Undead Realm...
Every single deed was a rit worthy of entering the annals of history.
Plazas and statues just like this appeared simultaneously in all nine main cities of World Zone 616.
Countless imperial citizens poured out of their hos and flocked voluntarily toward the newly completed plazas.
They lifted their heads to gaze at that towering statue, at the densely packed list of deeds carved upon its pedestal, their eyes filled with shock and reverence.
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