Re-Awakening Online: Rebirth Of The Strongest Spirit God-Chapter 33 - Thirty-Three: Deadling Soldier

Chapter Thirty-Three: Deadling Soldier

Spirit Steal!

Spirit Steal!

Spirit Steal!

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As time passed, Twilight continued obliterating construct after construct, carving a path through the relentless tide of enemies. Soon, the passage was dyed crimson.

But something troubled him greatly.

He had assumed that using Spirit Steal on an enemy would grant him some sign... some kind of feeling that he had absorbed their spirit.

Yet, despite using the skill multiple times, he felt nothing.

This could only mean one of two things: either the constructs had no spirits, or he simply didn't know how to sense the ones he had stolen.

To confirm his suspicion, he deliberately slayed an Inferior Deadling without using Spirit Steal and then attempted to perceive its spirit.

Only to see nothing.

That settled it — the constructs had no souls.

They were nothing more than lifeless puppets, driven by some unseen force.

This realization sent a shiver down Twilight's spine.

If these constructs were being controlled remotely, then there had to be a mastermind behind them, someone or something with the power to manipulate an entire army.

And if such an entity truly existed, then perhaps... he or she were even stronger than Ashahell.

Whoosh!

His greatsword cut through the air, slamming into a construct's chest and sending it hurtling backward.

The creature shrieked as it crashed into the incoming horde.

Twilight exhaled sharply, his gaze sweeping across the endless wave of enemies.

He never expected that the difficulty of exiting this building would be so tyrannical.

For a moment, he thought that it wasn't a blockage but a death sentence.

No matter how many he slashed, hacked, and cut down, it was like trying to empty an ocean with a cup.

Then, he lifted his Dark Blade and activated its only active enchantment.

Blinding Domain!

A dark ripple spread outward, engulfing a ten-yard radius around him.

Instantly, the Inferior Deadlings slowed, their bodies tensing as if trying to resist an invisible force.

Twilight smirked. He raised his sword, prepared to attack.

But before he could strike, the constructs suddenly parted, splitting into two neat lines.

Then a lone figure emerged.

Unlike the others, this one was different.

Its horn was larger than the rest, and the moment Twilight laid eyes on it, he sensed that it wasn't mindless like the others.

It wasn't an Inferior Deadling.

It was something far worse. Far more deadly.

"A Deadling," he muttered under his breath.

Using [Inspect], he confirmed his suspicions.

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[Inspect]

[Scanning...]

[Deadling Soldier – Level 12, Tier 0 Construct]

[Cultivation Base: Second Stage Magic Apostle]

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Twilight's once-relaxed expression hardened.

So far, he had easily defeated constructs below the Second Stage Magic Apostle realm. But this... this was different.

A Deadling Soldier was not mindless like the Inferior Deadlings.

Though not as cunning as humans, Deadlings possessed intelligence. They were capable of thought, strategy, and battle instinct.

Only Deadling Generals or Lords could match true humans in craftiness, but even a mere Deadling Soldier was unrivaled in raw power among those of the same cultivation stage.

Still, Twilight's conviction didn't waver.

He had defeated Ashahell, who was an entire major realm above him.

This Deadling Soldier?

It was just a minor hurdle.

It would take longer, but he would win.

As if sensing his thoughts, the Deadling Soldier smirked — an ugly, twisted expression.

Their gazes locked for a moment.

Twilight raised his sword.

That was when he noticed it.

Unlike the Inferior Deadlings, Blinding Domain had almost no effect on this one.

That was fine. He wouldn't need it anyway.

Winding Slash!

Charging Flare!

Whoosh!

Twilight surged forward, his morale soaring.

In an instant, he was upon his foe, unleashing a flurry of rapid slashes.

Spirit Qi-enhanced wind blades erupted from his attacks, streaking toward the Deadling Soldier.

The creature simply stared at this, shook its head and raised its hand.

A blood-red blade materialized within its grasp.

Swish!

With a single casual swing, it cleaved through the sharp winds like paper.

Twilight didn't hesitate. He took advantage of the Deadling's momentary lapse in defense and lunged, driving his greatsword toward its shoulder.

Then...

Nothing.

His blade passed through an afterimage!

'What speed?!' Twilight's eyes widened.

Before he could react, he felt killing intent behind him.

He spun, raising his greatsword just in time.

Cling!

The Deadling's crimson sword struck Twilight's Dark Blade.

Twilight staggered back, his hands numb from the force of the impact.

'Such strength!'

Even with his ridiculously high physical stats, just one clash had strained his muscles.

The Deadling Soldier didn't wait.

It moved again — silently, swiftly.

Twilight barely followed its movements.

Gang!

Another strike and he barely blocked it.

Gong! Ging! Dang! Gang!

A relentless series of clashes echoed through the corridor, sparks flying with every strike.

Twilight remained on the defensive.

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But it wasn't because he couldn't attack.

He chose to wait. He would lure the Deadling into overconfidence... then end it.

Of course, this wasn't just a tactic. It was training.

Battling an opponent of the same cultivation level was the perfect opportunity to sharpen his combat skills.

Sparks cascaded like celestial starlight as their blades clashed again and again.

Twilight's movements were eerily silent, thanks to the passive effect of his Night Spirit Robe: [Soundless Steps.]

'Just a little longer... just a little longer... just a little longer...'

He chanted inwardly, steadily adapting to the Deadling's rhythm.

Then—

His eyes flashed... a chance!