freenovelworld Chapter 435 Overloaded Soul Storm, Battlefield of Soul Contest!
Chapter 435 Overloaded Soul Storm, Battlefield of Soul Contest!
Chapter 435 Overloaded Soul Storm, Battlefield of Soul Contest!
This is just the weakest skeleton archer.
Vladimir's green soul fire surged, his eyes fixed on the gray-black light flickering on the skeleton archers.
Although he didn't understand what these skills were, his experience as a necromancer allowed him to make a judgment immediately.
These skeleton archers haven't changed much in essence.
However, as their master, the young necromancer granted them many powerful and incredible buffs.
In fact, the magic-breaking and armor-breaking effects just now were the most powerful effects of the Ark's Brutal Aura.
Watching the skeleton archers once again take out the same white bone arrows from their quivers, the pseudo-lich felt that standing in such a conspicuous position on the bone throne was no longer as pleasant as it had been before.
The second wave of arrows converged on the top of the bone altar like countless tiny meteors.
The fake lich tilted his head back, and a sharp whistling sound rose up.
Immediately afterwards, the skull throne he was sitting on, composed of countless skulls, suddenly disintegrated.
Each skeleton was flying around wildly, its teeth chattering loudly.
Under the influence of necromancy, those skeletons became as hard as the finest steel.
Even the skeletal arrows, enhanced by the brutal aura, lost momentum after piercing a skull and fell to the ground.
From a distance, it looks like a silver meteor shower and a swarm of gray-white skulls flying through the sky colliding violently, stirring up silver sparks and green dust.
Aside from the skeleton archers' attacks, the other members of the expedition were also busy.
Various magical lights and arrows illuminated the previously dark third level of the tomb, turning it bright.
Their ranged attacks mingled with the rain of arrows from the skeleton archers.
"My throne!"
The fake lich roared in deep sorrow.
Although he was unharmed under the protection of the Skull Throne, he couldn't help but grit his teeth as he saw the skull that had lost nearly half of its head in an instant.
Moreover, those terrifying skeleton archers actually took out the same sharp arrows from their quivers for the third time.
This made even the fake necromancer feel a sense of apprehension.
So, taking advantage of the fact that the scattered skull throne could still conceal his figure, he suddenly pounced down from the bone altar.
The long black robe suddenly unfurled like a dark cloud, rushing towards the ark.
A soul-stirring roar rang out, and two elite zombie officers attacked from both sides.
Under the effect of the Brutal Aura, their movement speed and attack speed are exceptional.
Immediately afterwards, four elite skeleton officers surrounded them, their gleaming, sharp bone blades whistling as they slashed at the pseudo-corpse witch.
The figure in the black robe uttered a mumbled incantation, and his body rapidly transformed into many identical shadows.
However, under the onslaught of swords and axes, these shadows had no time to make any move before being struck and vanished.
However, amidst the encirclement of skeleton warriors and zombies, nothing was left except a black robe that had been hacked to shreds.
The lich Vladimir fooled everyone with a mimicry.
However, his desire to get closer to the Ark was also successfully thwarted.
His true form is still standing in the original position of the Bone Throne.
Without the cover of the black robe, the pseudo-lich's skeletal body looked somewhat ridiculous.
Two eerie green flames burned in the hollow eye sockets of the skull, coldly staring at the ark.
"Young man, the cards you're dealt are starting to scare me."
The fake lich said in a grating voice, like bone shards rubbing together, "So I've decided to eliminate you all in the most swift and decisive way."
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As Vladimir spoke, he raised his other hand and gently patted his dark gold crown.
A heart-wrenching cry rang out, and the crown, which had originally looked simple and unadorned, twisted into a terrifying skull.
It opened its dark, gaping mouth wide, emitting a mournful cry that chilled the blood to the bone, and began a grand chorus of the dead.
With that mournful sound, a grayish-white light emanated from the crown skull and rapidly spread outwards.
When encountering ranged attacks unleashed by the expedition members, whether it was a torrent of purple lightning or a rain of ice-blue light, upon contact with the grayish-white light, they could only create ripples on the surface before being silently assimilated into the same grayish-white light.
"This is----!"
An indescribable scream of terror escaped from the throat of the leader of the Gunara clan.
She then only had time to make one move: pressing the withered wooden staff tightly against her chest.
The grayish-white light swept through every corner of the tomb hall with lightning speed.
Fang Zhou's expression was solemn. Through his Soul Eagle Eye, he had already seen that this gray light was entirely an energy-based soul storm.
This is a power that human necromancers have not yet mastered.
The attributes of the soul are unpredictable and difficult to defend against.
In the mythological era, the most notorious users of soul power were naturally the high-ranking Soul Judges among the abyssal demons.
Fang Zhou was very familiar with Instructor Lu Hu, a Gold-rank berserker who suffered almost incurable damage from a sneak attack by a Gold-rank Soul Demon, which damaged his foundation and forced him to return to the Haicheng Military Academy to retire in despair.
The reason for this is that the professionals in the Mythical Era have very low resistance to soul attributes and no specific shield-like protective measures.
Under Vladimir's charged explosion and soul storm, almost all members of the expedition were overloaded.
While summoning skeletal armor to try to resist the damage from the soul storm, Ark used soul shadows to observe the changes on the field.
This soul storm was incredibly powerful.
Almost all of his teammates were frozen in place, their faces filled with terror as if they were in a state of mental chaos.
The performance was particularly poor among the swamp natives and natural allies, who had extremely low resistance.
They fell down one by one, their expressions contorted.
Akai's battle aura resisted slightly, but was then submerged in the gray-white light and fell silent.
The leader of the Mud Spring Banshees, Gunara, who had been hiding in the shadows, screamed and jumped out, trying to escape the third level of the tomb before the soul storm reached her.
However, it had only taken two steps toward the stone steps when the grayish-white light caught up with it.
Guna screamed one more time than the others, then fell straight down like a piece of rotten wood.
As for elite students from Haicheng Military Academy such as Gu Yueyuan, Liu Diewu, and Hong Yang, they were able to maintain the fluctuations of their internal energy and did not enter a state of loss of control due to their well-trained nature.
However, just being able to survive in the soul storm had exhausted all their energy.
I no longer have the ability to cast spells.
The gray-white light of the soul storm also engulfed the Ark.
Although Fangzhou felt as if an incredibly heavy boulder had been placed on his body, and his bones were creaking, he did not collapse immediately like the others.
After all, the Ark isn't fighting alone.
In the distant and unknowable realm of the dead, there exists a skeletal avatar that has reached the Great Perfection of the Upper Black Iron rank, providing him with a soul strength far exceeding that of others of the same level.
Vladimir's soul storm, though incredibly powerful, was essentially just a one-time release of the souls of the dozens or hundreds of victims he had enslaved and sewn together.
Although the total amount of energy is large, it still remains at the lower level of Black Iron in terms of rank.
"This is the third time you've surprised me, young man."
The pseudo-lich Vladimir's eerie green gaze swept over, meeting Ark's eyes.
But then he immediately felt a pain in his eye.
Ark's gaze was like two cold, sharp blades, piercing deeply into Vladimir's mind.
"Your will and strength have earned my approval."
If you are willing to face death and offer your loyalty and life to me, I will allow you to live and become my disciple.
The voice of the fake lich suddenly rang in Ark's ears.
Fangzhou, focused on maintaining his skeletal armor, merely chuckled upon hearing this and offered no response.
From what I can tell, none of the cadets at Haicheng Military Academy are in mortal danger; they have simply lost their ability to move temporarily.
The other members of the expedition team can also hold on for a long time.
He refused to believe that this incredibly powerful soul storm could last for long.
Once Vladimir is exhausted, it will be time for his ark to be rebuilt.
"All things perish, only death is eternal."
Even the gods will one day perish!
We, the remnants of Naraku, will guide the world into a land of eternal night, free from hunger and suffering.
This is not evil, but the greatest act of good.
The voice of the fake lich Vladimir continued to echo in the Ark's ears.
Fangzhou remained unmoved by his nonsense, focusing solely on activating his core magic power to resist the oncoming soul storm.
Damn!
After numerous attempts, the pseudo-lich Vladimir discovered that his threats and inducements were completely ineffective against the Ark.
If time continues to drag on, the soul storm he has been consuming since his awakening and the soul storm he has accumulated and released will eventually subside.
When that time comes, when the opponent recovers and gains the ability to counterattack, his remnant soul will definitely be doomed.
What a troublesome creature!
With no other option but to burn his bridges, Vladimir raised a sinister bone finger and pointed it toward the ark.
"A battle of souls!"
The next instant, Ark, hiding behind the skeletal armor, froze, and everything around him seemed to slow down.
Only the white bone finger of the pseudo-corpse witch grew larger and larger in his vision, eventually filling the entire world.
In a daze, the battlefield in front of Fangzhou vanished without a trace.
It felt as if I had been dragged into a strange and unknown world.
Here, neither above nor below the earth, only a misty gray fog fills the entire world.
However, very soon, Vladimirna's hideously stitched soul appeared in this small world.
"Welcome to the battlefield of souls, young necromancer."
Now become my nourishment!
The black mist behind Vladimir churned more and more erratically.
Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, vampires, liches, and even undead creatures never before seen on the Ark were all surging and gradually forming a terrifying undead wave that blotted out the sky.
Without a word, Vladimir pointed his finger, and a vast army of undead surged toward the ark.
Fang Zhou was startled but remained calm.
In the mythological era, everything adhered to the principle of conservation of mass and energy.
He didn't believe that Vladimir, this fake lich, a mere low-ranking Dark Iron Soul-stitched monster, could summon such a powerful undead army with just one skill.
This level of power is probably beyond the reach of even legendary necromancers of the highest rank.
Since it's impossible, then everything in front of us is either fake or an illusion created by some kind of skill.
Sure enough, a notification appeared in the attribute panel.
"Detected to be affected by an unknown skill, trapped in an unknown state."
"World Rune [Heart of Steel] activated, granting immunity to negative mental effects."
"Unknown skill flow information detected, parsing in progress, parsing successful."
[Soul Contest]: A skill exclusive to soul beings. Creates a battlefield for soul contests, unleashing the full power of your soul to attack the enemy's soul. The loser perishes, the winner takes all.
The description of the Soul Contest skill is very simple, but Ark immediately learned how to use it through the attribute panel.
While this skill is incredibly powerful, it also has significant limitations.
That is, it exposes the souls of both the caster and the recipient to the same battlefield of soul competition.
Apart from the quantity and quality of soul power, no other external means can be effective.
This is a direct confrontation between souls.
Looking at the leaden-gray cloud composed of undead creatures before him, Fangzhou felt not alarm but delight, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Why compare anything else but soul power?
In terms of quality, with the souls of his clone and his original self combined, the essence of his soul lies between the lower level of bronze and the upper level of black iron.
In terms of quantity, besides his own enormous soul power, he also has reserves of several thousand points of soul power.
How can Vladimir, this pitiful, stitched-together soul of an old era, possibly compete with him in a soul battle?
The current situation is quite clear.
As the caster of the soul contest, Vladimir had the initiative and chose to transform the power of his soul into a boundless army of the undead, hoping to gain victory in this soul contest through them.
As a remnant soul of the Naraku civilization and a true necromancer, his greatest skill is naturally summoning and commanding undead creatures.
This is the most correct choice.
However, Ark wouldn't be so foolish as to imitate Vladimir and summon an army of undead to fight him.
After all, although he had absolute confidence in the quantity and quality of his soul power, he still dared not underestimate Vladimir, the pseudo-lich, when it came to understanding and controlling undead creatures.
Ark's favorite tactic is to use strength to bully the weak, so it's naturally not foolish to confront the enemy's strengths head-on in a relatively weak area.
Having mastered sandbox strategy simulations over the past few months, Fang Zhou quickly decided on the direction for the transformation of his soul power.