Chapter 248: Shattered Machete, Splintered Pride

The Berserker did not complete his statement as he rushed to close the distance between him and Thoren.

His hand moved swiftly, taking his machete from his back and raising it high over his head.

His eyes flashed with killing intent.

On the left, the Assassin was even faster than him. He had already closed the distance and stood only an arm’s length from his target.

From the beginning, their meaningless chatter was meant to make Thoren lower his guard. They wanted to make him curious while they struck when the iron was still hot.

Although their plan seemed perfect, they failed in one critical aspect.

They thought their enemy was an average joe, but they were terribly wrong. Before they even appeared, Thoren had already prepared a plan for the worst.

Why did he only send two of his undead to battle the Veinlurker Larvae?

Why was he so calm before them?

Because he had everything planned out from the start.

Without any change in expression, Thoren released the full might of his Awakened Soul.

The moment the overwhelming force of the Awakened Soul fell upon them, the Berserker and the Assassin could not help but halt in their tracks. Their faces contorted into pure dread.

They felt their heartbeats jump erratically.

Their muscles stiffened beyond their control.

Their souls trembled, suffocating from the inside out. The Berserker and the Assassin bore the full brunt of the crushing soul pressure.

Still, those standing behind were not left unscathed either.

Now, they understood why he was called the Grim Reaper.

Their smirks were gone.

Their confidence was gone.

Their pride was gone.

In its place was only dread.

A soul deep dread.

The dread that made you wish you had never been there in the first place. The dread that made you question your very existence.

Such dread made you realize that regret was a luxury.

A luxury they did not possess.

Whoosh!

Before they could even process how to react, ten undead servants appeared before their eyes in a single blink. Their dark robes fluttered under the still, gentle wind.

Beneath their dark hoods, the undead’s hollow eyes burned with soul fire as they stared at the group as if they were already dead.

Perhaps not even existing, since they could not feel anything at all.

Danger!

The moment the undead appeared, every one of their instincts screamed. A blaring warning of imminent death.

They wanted to move.

They wanted to retreat.

They wanted to escape.

Perhaps they wanted to abort their mission entirely.

Unfortunately, it was far too late.

Whoosh!

The undead Storm Tyrant and the undead Royalty Stonewall moved at the same instant.

Their robes blended with the surrounding darkness as if they had vanished, but when they reappeared, they were right in front of their targets.

The Berserker gritted his teeth, veins bulging from his forehead as he hastily raised his weapon to defend himself.

The massive undead Storm Tyrant’s hammer came crashing down on him. It was as if that hammer was the only thing that existed in the entire world.

Bang!

Ahhhhhhhh!

The Berserker was sent flying backward, and his broad machete shattered into pieces. The right hand he had used to grip the weapon was twisted at an impossible angle.

Flesh and bones mangled in grosteque dispaly.

To the left, the undead Royalty Stonewall displayed a bit more finesse. It was not brutal and savage like the undead Storm Tyrant.

The black blade flashed at blinding speed, impossible for any eye to follow.

And then…

Thud!

Something heavy fell to the ground.

The assassin who had been trying to retreat into the shadows froze for a moment and slowly lowered his head.

Half of the assassin’s body was split from the head down to the torso. Blood splashed onto the ground, and intestines and organs scattered everywhere.

Silence.

Heavey silence.

For a moment, a rare deafening silence hung thick in the air. The three remaining members of the group had their jaws dropped to the floor.

Their worldview shatter to pieces.

Their hearts pounded heavily against their chests like war drums.

Since they had ascended to the second floor, they had never witnessed such a decisive and brutal killing.

They knew their Assassins teammate well. Beneath his robe had been a High Iron Grade armor.

Yet the black blade had cleaved everything apart as if it were nothing but paper.

Thud!

The other half of the assassin’s body fell to the ground.

Until death, he did not understand how he had been killed so effortlessly.

“Run!” one of them screamed in pure terror.

They had thought Thoren’s fame as the Grim Reaper was nothing but an exaggerated tale.

A tale meant for the weak.

But here on the second floor, everyone was supposed to be powerful and not easily intimidated.

But now, they knew the truth.

The rumors did not do justice to the Grim Reaper. If they had known the rumors were true, they would never have taken this mission.

The strongest among them had been their leader, the Berserker, a Level 27.

The Assassin had been their harbinger of death, a Level 26.

As for the others, they were merely Level 25.

On the Bleeding Desert outskirts, their team had been powerful enough to walk arrogantly without fear.

Yet in a single blink, they had lost two of their strongest men. If they did not escape now, what were they supposed to do?

Wait for death to claim them one by one?

Quickly, the three survivors turned to flee for their lives. Their hearts were lodged in their throats.

Their spine drenched in cold sweats.

’How I wish I have eight legs..’ One of them couldn’t but thought as he pushed his speed to the limit found it not enough.

Looking their futile attempt, Thoren sneered.

How could he allow them to escape so easily?

Since they had dared to target him, they could forget about ever leaving this ruin alive.

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