Chapter 398 - Death Knights
Crimson eyes, surrounding flames, and a body made from infinite resentment. If this wasn’t a Shapeshifter, then what was it? Even an idiot in Anril would know that it might not be a prince riding a white horse, but it was definitely a Death Knight riding a Shapeshifter. Only these warriors that had immense strength in their past life while retaining their combat skills could tame a Shapeshifter, a terrifying monster that was formed from infinite resentment.
Death Knights were the most unique type of Undead creatures. Although their bodies and souls had been corrupted by the corrosive Dark Force, they still retained some things from their lifetime. For example, their combat abilities. Thanks to that, they seemingly had the powers of at least level-15 when they just emerged. Some that were especially strong could even reach level-18 or 20 and above.
This was no joke. In the history of Anril, there was some data that recorded the appearance of at least 10 level-20 and above Death Knights. These 10 Death Knights were all famous individuals, and even the worst of them had led their army of knights and razed a city. They were like scythe-wielding Grim Reapers, using blood and darkness to bring disaster to the whole of Anril.
Other than being born with immense strength, the Death Knights even had sentience…
Dark Force had corroded their bodies and souls, but it did not turn them into monsters that only knew destruction and slaughter. They still retained perfect consciousness and thoughts. Although they had been corrupted by the Dark Force, these thoughts and consciousness had long undergone a complete change.
Thoughts and consciousness were not something every Undead creature had. Only those that truly stood at the top of the pyramid of Undead creatures—such as a high-ranking Vampire like Norfeller or a Lich like Ujfalusi—would be able retain sentience under stringent conditions.
However, Death Knights already had their own thoughts and consciousness from the day they were brought into the world.
The sounds of hooves that were like raindrops drew closer. When Lin Li placed down the seventh crystal, the 20 Death Knights riding on Shapeshifters finally appeared in everyone’s field of vision. Looking from afar, they were like thunderclouds that were red and black—the red was from the flames, and the black was from their armor. When the 20 or so Shapeshifters simultaneously neighed, almost everyone’s heart tightened…
“Oh my God…” Adelo’s face was completely pale as he looked at the Death Knights that were rushing over like a gale. The strength of these Death Knights surpassed his expectations: at least 10 of them had reached level-17. There were even two of them that had the strength at the peak of level-17…
This was no longer a level of strength that the advance party could resist. Just those two Death Knights at the peak of level-17 would be able to go against the whole advance party. Furthermore, they had over 20 companions as well as tens of Vampires’ assistance…
“What do we do, Brother Reggie?” Looking at the power of these Death Knights with their own eyes, a few Bandits could not help but lose their confidence. If they’d known this was going to happen, it would have been better to escape earlier. They would not even care so much if they were to face the Skeletal Warriors after retreating back into the cave. After all, although the infinite Skeletal Warriors were horrifying, it was not as bad as 20 Death Knights. “Why don’t we make use of the chaos and escape quickly…”
“Wait, Mage Felic will have a solution.” At this point, other than Norfeller and Rina, Reggie was the only one that trusted Lin Li. That night in the tent, this monstrous young mage had left too deep of an impression on him. Thus, he still believed in the other party even though they had encountered such a situation.
However, even Reggie who trusted Lin Li the most did not realize that after the Death Knights had charged into battle, that young mage still leaned forward, meticulously positioning the magical crystals. When the number of magical crystals on the ground reached 13, he finally stood up slowly and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His face actually had an exhausted but satisfied smile…
After that, the reciting of a long incantation began.
The quietness of the Scar of Death had been obliterated. The footsteps of Skeletal Warriors, explosions of the Deathfire Bomb, neighing of Shapeshifters, shrieks of the Vampires, and Liches reciting incantations… Countless noises had been mixed together, causing the Scar of Death to be like a bustling city. When 20 Death Knights charged into battle, more than 100 Skeletal Warriors had been smashed into smithereens. That feeling was like a red-hot knife slicing through butter as the latter had been cut with a sizzle…
There were still countless Undead creatures continuously surging out of the black gate that was surrounded by fog. Ujfalusi was still reciting incantations, but that abnormally pale face was now as white as a sheet. To forcefully activate a level-20 Tide of Death with the abilities of a level-18 necromancer even after taking the potions that Lin Li had given him… This type of self-harming casting method still made him be on the verge of having his mana collapsing at any time…