38 Chapter 38

The multitudes of summoned souls converge on Quickstep's position. They bite and claw at their intended prey. Those beings that were capable of long ranged attacks such as the wizards and mages fully showcased their might in magic towards Quickstep.

Many incantations and words of power were thrown into the center of chaos, not caring for incurring friendly fire among its allied souls. It wrought destruction on an epic scale. The dwarves with their pickaxes flew swiftly to chop at Quickstep.

They never made a second swipe because like the robed assassin, they turned to splattered paste afterwards. Although their numbers seemed endless, the casualties among the souls were enormous. Quickstep was just standing still in the sky but no melee soul creature could survive against him.

But what was amazing to notice was that even if those melee summons died by their own allies hands or by Quickstep's passive resistance, every single one of those destroyed soul would come into existence once more from the cursed sword of Rhixar.

The sword hovered in the air like a general orchestrating its soldier's movement. Every second, new soul beings were being reformed to continue to battle once again. It was an endless scourge of undying creatures.

"What an evil sword." Ezedius thought. If he and his army would have fought against Rhixar, they would most certainly suffer great losses. Even using his city's forbidden weapon might not be enough to defeat this type of unholy summoning.

He wiped the sweat off his brows after seeing the siege of monstrosities. Rhixar indeed has the ability to slaughter him and his army just as he said before. He imagined that even his city along with its innocent citizens, would have been extinguished together with him. It was a close call.

Ezedius was lucky that the immortal interfered when it did. He decided that he would have to give his thanks to this mysterious immortal after all of this was over.

"Hahh.. hahhh… hahhhhh…." Rhixar was gasping for breath. It has been four hours already after he released the souls inside his Sword of Eternal Rest. Now the sun was no more and nightfall has graced them with its presence. His summons numbered only a thousand or so remaining.

The sword was connected to him and so it also draws its power from him. He was weakened with every summoned soul that came into form. Rhixar was now only able to gather this meager quantity of summoned souls.

A far cry from how limitless it started. It was a futile attempt to battle with the immortal, just as he had expected from the start. He waved his hand and the materialized souls dissipated once more. They returned from where they came, back into the sword which imprisoned them.

"End this." Rhixar said after he stood up from his crumpled position on the earth. He had his feet grounded after only two hours of exhausting battle. His knees were weak and wobbly. It can be seen that he was forcing his body to stand up straight even if he shook from time to time.

Rhixar might have been evil and did many unspeakable horrors. But he wanted to face death with dignity. It was all he could ask for at this moment.