113 063. Angel of Death -3 Part One

The holy bullets penetrated right through the death knights. At the same time, the protective barrier made out of demonic energy wrapped around envoy Haima failed to withstand the barrage and shattered to bits as well.

His whole body was instantly turned into Swiss cheese, and the bullets going through him collided with the ground behind, kicking up a thick dust cloud in the process.

Nasus the Lich hurriedly waved its staff around to blow away the dust blocking its view. In the meantime, Haima, now resembling a shredded rag, fell face-first on the ground and stopped moving altogether.

-As expected, you’re a bastard who is a symbol of fear for all Necromancers!

Nasus forced its eyes away from the dead envoy and raised its head up.

The ‘archangel’ was pointing with his twelve muskets again, having already finished preparing for the next wave of attacks.

-A seemingly infinite divinity reserve and the ability to even command death itself…

There was also this strange and unique power capable of even shaking up the values of a deeply-devout Necromancer too!

Seemingly all demonic energy in the surroundings began rushing to gather into Nasus’s staff. Lifeforce from over one thousand slaves was rapidly sucked in towards the Lich.

The imprisoned slaves started screaming as they began dying one by one.

Nasus’s chest puffed up as if it was sucking in a deep breath.

-I shall seal you in here and let his majesty, the king of Aslan, Rahamma, finish you off personally! That is why, oh archangel…!

The glowing eyeballs within Nasus’s skull burned even fiercer.

-Be sealed in this place and slumber away until your death!

With these words, the Lich slammed down with its staff.

The demonic energy quickly coalesced and entered Nasus. Its skeletal body began floating up in the air and a pitch-black shadow suddenly wound tightly around the undead.

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The staff in its hand transformed into a lengthy shaft made out of bones, and a sharp curved blade of a scythe emerged on one end. The cape made out of demonic energy now fully enveloped Nasus as its crimson eyes burned fiercely.

At that exact moment, the reaper’s scythe clashed noisily against a sword permeating with divinity.

One of the archangel’s wings, or more correctly, the hand sprouting out from his back, was now holding a sword instead of a musket.

Indeed, none of the arms wielded muskets anymore, they instead were now wielding various weapons that included the likes of a sword, spear, mace, and even a shovel.

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A dozen weapons simultaneously flew in from almost every angle imaginable towards the reaper.

-Fuu-woo…!

Crimson-coloured breaths escaped from the reaper’s mouth. It quickly swung the scythe, deflecting away all the weapons slashing down at it.

Clack.

Around the same time, a musket was pointed at the reaper, and the loaded projectile was fired at the target.

It turned into a sharp spike that eventually began resembling more like a spear. The lengthy, pointed tip on the weapon’s end seemed sharper and deadlier than any sword out there.

And so, a ‘stake’ fashioned out of bones manifested itself to the world, implanting an incredible sense of terror in the heart of Nasus the reaper.

-Fuu-woo…

Divinity-infused breaths leaked out from below the mountain goat’s skull. The archangel readied the stake before addressing the undead.

-Become a part of me, mister reaper.

Then, he thrust the stake forward.