Chapter 156: The End of the Messiah

Riona struggled to her feet, wiping the blood from her lips when she heard a thunderous crash mixed with distant cries and hissing.

The sounds rolled across the frozen plain like a storm breaking loose, violent and unrelenting.

She raised her head sharply, and the sight before her made her jaw drop.

For a split second, her mind failed to process what she was seeing. Her thoughts froze, just like the tundra beneath her boots.

“Nooooooooo!” she screamed, her voice tearing through the wind as she sprinted toward her mount.

Standing atop the massive cobra, the Undead Storm Tyrant demonstrated exactly why the word “tyrant” was part of its name.

Punch after punch.

Each strike descended with brutal precision.

The cobra hissed in agony, its enormous body thrashing violently as it tried to fling the undead creature from its back.

Its coils twisted and slammed against the frozen earth, sending shards of ice flying in every direction.

But it was futile.

A sharp, pained hiss escaped from the serpent’s mouth.

Fear and panic surfaced in its slitted eyes.

It scanned the frozen expanse desperately, searching for some path of escape from its dire predicament.

There was none.

The tundra stretched endlessly in all directions, barren and merciless. Nothing but biting wind and endless frost.

Still, the beast was not ready to die.

It writhed and convulsed, its massive body rolling and bucking with frantic desperation.

But how could Thoren, who was calmly monitoring the battle from a distance, allow the serpent to achieve its goal?

With a single thought, he commanded the Undead Storm Tyrant to activate its Chain Combo.

The moment the trait was triggered, the Tyrant’s strength surged to another level.

The soul fire blazing within its hollow sockets flared brighter, burning with savage intensity.

Boom! Boom!

Each punch carried explosive force, like a battering ram smashing against fortress gates.

Hiss! Hissss!

When the blows connected with the cobra’s back, its thick scales shattered under the relentless assault. Fragments scattered across the snow as blood sprayed into the icy air.

The punches did not stop.

Scales or no scales, flesh, muscle, bone, everything was reduced to pulp beneath the Tyrant’s merciless fists.

The cobra’s struggles began to weaken. Its violent thrashing slowed. Its hisses grew faint.

Gradually, the enormous body slackened.

Then it fell still.

Dead.

For a long moment, the frozen plain sank into a suffocating silence. No one dared to breathe. Even the wind seemed to hesitate.

Fenric shuddered.

He stared at the terrifying undead standing proudly atop the slain beast, its soul fire flickering like a victorious inferno.

The sight sent cold dread crawling down his spine.

Not only him, the three members of the Knight Order found themselves unable to meet the Storm Tyrant’s gaze.

It felt as though the undead figure might descend upon them at any moment and annihilate them without hesitation.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Riona’s scream shattered the silence.

Tears clung to the corners of her eyes as she stared at the lifeless body of her beast, anguish and fury twisting her features. Her chest heaved violently.

Slowly, she lifted her head and locked eyes with Thoren.

Hatred burned within her like wildfire.

“I’ll kill you!” she roared.

With trembling hands, she drew a sharp sword from her inventory and charged toward Thoren without a second thought.

If she did not kill this bastard, she would never find peace. Her bloodshot eyes fixated on him as though he were already a corpse.

She had barely covered a short distance.

Boom!

A powerful punch slammed into her chest.

“Aaahhhhhh!”

Blood mixed with fragments of organs burst from her mouth as her body was launched more than fifty meters through the air.

She crashed heavily against the frozen ground, the impact echoing across the plain.

The light armor beneath her robe shattered instantly.

Most of her ribs were pulverized.

She gasped for air, her lungs refusing to cooperate. Blood poured from her nose and mouth, staining the snow crimson.

Thud. Thud.

Heavy footsteps echoed toward her.

Only then did she remember the terrifying undead.

Blinded by rage and hatred, she had forgotten the monster clad in the guise of a undead beast.

“This is my end…” she thought, her heart trembling with regret.

If she had not come seeking revenge for the Beast God Sect, she would not be lying here, broken and dying.

With her beast at her side, it would have been only a matter of time before she reached Level 20 and ascended to the Second Floor.

But overconfidence had blinded her to the warning signs.

For Thoren to have destroyed the Beast God Sect, he must have possessed strength beyond comprehension.

So where had she found the confidence to challenge him?

As clarity settled in, she realized how pathetic she had been.

A bitter, regretful chuckle escaped from her blood-covered lips.

Through blurred vision, she watched as the Undead Storm Tyrant approached. It reached down and lifted her effortlessly from the ground. Her legs dangled limply as her broken body swayed in its grip.

“K–kill…” she tried to speak.

Snap.

Before she could finish her final word, her neck was twisted with a sickening crack. The light in her eyes faded instantly, and her head slumped forward.

Dead.

The Undead Storm Tyrant dropped her corpse as if it were nothing more than a discarded log.

Slowly, it turned its head toward the massive skeleton fighting at the center of the battlefield.

Whoosh!

The Tyrant vanished from its position.

Its speed was terrifying, cutting through the frigid wind like a blade through silk.

At the center of the battlefield, the massive skeleton was on its last legs. Surrounded and assaulted from multiple sides, it struggled desperately to defend itself from the pincer attack closing in.

But it was futile.

Most of its ribs had been shattered into fragments. Its skull was cracked, missing several pieces. Large sections of bone had already been reduced to dust.

Yet it still stood.

For now.

Boom!

The Undead Storm Tyrant appeared before it like a phantom.

“Chain Combo.”

Its jackhammer-like punches rained down upon the skeleton’s torso, pulverizing bone after bone in rapid succession.

The relentless assault drove the skeletal giant backward before it finally collapsed onto the frozen earth.

Before Fenric or even the skeleton itself could comprehend what was happening, the Tyrant had already repositioned.

In the blink of an eye, it stood above the fallen skeleton’s skull.

Bang!

Its fist came down with catastrophic force, smashing the skull apart and separating the head from the body.

Instantly, the skeleton froze.

A second later, its remains began to crumble. The bones dissolved into fine dust, which the wind swept away across the tundra.

Watching the destruction of his summoned champion, Fenric stood numb and hollow.

His mind refused to accept what his eyes had witnessed.

Suddenly, a piercing pain erupted from his throat.

He clutched at his chest and head simultaneously before collapsing onto his knees. A raw, agonized wail tore from his mouth, echoing across the frozen plain.

Everyone present could feel the depth of his suffering. It was not merely physical pain; it was something deeper, as though his very soul were being ripped apart.

They shuddered instinctively.

Suddenly, Fenric’s cries stopped.

Silence fell once more.

Before their horrified eyes, his body began to wither at a visible rate. His flesh shrank against his bones, his skin drying and cracking like ancient parchment. In mere seconds, his entire frame collapsed inward.

Then, there was nothing left.

Only his robe remained, crumpled upon the bloodstained snow, fluttering faintly in the cold wind.

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