The Oracle Paths-Chapter 781 Defeating A Necromancer ls Not So Easy

Chapter 781 Defeating A Necromancer ls Not So Easy

While the Myrmidian army's fighting prowess was already terrifying, something even more breathtaking happened.

A very special invisible Aether filament magically wove together all the Myrtharian Nerds within a 700 meter radius and the synchronization of these different Aetheric signatures created some sort of virtuous circle that quickly raised their energy values to a whole new level.

Feeling her Aether stats soar by over 1000%, Lucia grinned victoriously,

"Jake has already activated United We Stand."

Because of her overbearing pride she had refused to activate the skill herself. All the upper officers of the Myrtharian Nerds could turn it on, but none of them had felt the need to. Yet their leader had decided to activate this overpowered faction skill regardless.

Hade, who was leisurely fending off Azeus' lightning attacks with his lightning rod, looked up at Jake and frowned.

"Did I miss something? Anyway, this will make things easier." The former Fluid Grandmaster muttered thoughtfully.

At that moment, Azeus infused his own lightning into his nervous system to increase his reflexes and brain speed tenfold. His body shifting between its physical and electrical states, he became as light as a feather while gaining unprecedented velocity and explosiveness.

He was now intent on delivering the fatal blow.

Thinking he had figured out his opponent's abilities, he morphed into a lightning bolt and instantly shortened the distance, even bending the trajectory of the lightning bolt to strike Hade's ears and brain from side to side. This was his first and last mistake.

Not only had Hade merely been blocking his blows so far while barely holding back a yawn, but he was now enjoying United We Stand's buff.

"Poor thing..." Hade muttered as he eyed the barbarian with pity.

The black-haired young man snapped his fingers and the lightning bolt that Azeus had transformed into shot straight into the lightning rod, then was promptly transferred into a black ring the diameter of a crown that Hade was keeping in his Space Storage.

"Who would have thought that this Superconductive Ring would ever be of use to me." Hade sighed with emotion as he tossed the trinket into a carbon tube the size of an ale barrel that was none other than his repurposed lightning rod.

The collection of Fluid Artifacts he had accumulated over 150 years was such that he didn't even have room to store them all in his Space Storage. If many of his Fluid Artifacts did not serve as storage dimensions, he would have been unable to fit them all in.

The carbon tube and his lightsaber returned to the Spatial Ring on his finger and he sat down wearily in a chair he had just conjured. A table and tea set appeared soon after and he began to absently savor the respite brought by his early victory.

'If only stopping my son had been so easy.'

While Hade was again depressed, rehashing his past and his failures as a father, the battle between Vhoskaud and the Myrtharian Nerds was in full swing. After sitting on the sidelines for a while Pureblood decided to show what they were made of.

Wyatt held his arms out in front of him and an eerie crimson red aura erupted from his body, tousling his blond hair. The blood spilled from both sides so far rose from the ground like a reverse rain and soon a huge blade of blood laced with Blood Energy took shape, the tons of blood pooled together becoming as dense and translucent as a ruby.

"Rest in peace. Blood Swipe."

The Vampire Progenitor waved his hand as if pulling back a curtain and the gigantic blade of blood split the battlefield, crossing thousands of meters in a fraction of a second and becoming at its terminal distance as wide as an ocean liner. Hundreds of Death Knights were split in two and the blood spilled, not much due to their status as Undeads, floated back into the air, becoming the fuel for a second Blood Swipe.

Not to be outdone, other Vampire Nobles like Seren also used their ultimate techniques. Vampire magic was fascinating. In addition to the abilities inherent in all Vampires, their powers varied greatly from clan to clan. Like cats and dogs, there were hundreds of subspecies.

The big-breasted lolita, a strong advocate of Vampire supremacy, used the specialty of the Yelmaer clan. Her Blood Energy pulsed several times, echoing like sonar across the battlefield and quickly many Death Knights stopped moving, their eyes glazed over as if they were daydreaming.

The Myrtharian Nerds who were fighting them immediately seized the opportunity and mercilessly decapitated them, even if it took several of them to do it.

Arnold and Jett, the two Vampire Nobles who had participated in the war council a few hours earlier were not as original, but no less impressive.

The first one fought hand-to-hand using the same Celerity technique as the Thrajah clan, his speed presenting a challenge even to Jake. Of course, it was only his speed that was out of the ordinary. One casual slap from Jake would send him careening all around the Universe for sure.

Jett used an esoteric magic called Thaumathurgy, also called Wonder Magic. Using his blood or the blood of others as a medium and sacrifice, he could trigger all sorts of unpredictable effects on the battlefield to benefit himself and his allies.

After enough blood was collected, the sacrifice vanished as if it had never existed, but an unnoticeable wave swept through the battlefield. Immediately afterwards, the struggling Myrtharian Nerds regained the upper hand, finding the gap in the enemy's guard to deliver the fatal blow.

A Death Knight Captain, who was already badly wounded by two Myrmidians, even slipped out of sight, falling into the vortex that had summoned him. A Fire Archmage Undead mistakenly immolated the Earthmancer Undead fighting just a few feet away, causing a chain reaction on the battlefield.

After performing his blood sacrifice, Jett wiped his sweaty brow and withdrew from the fight. However, Lucia and the other Myrtharian Nerds he had just helped gave him a thumb up before they went on a rampage.

With the Vampires added to the mix, the battle clearly turned in favor of the Myrtharian Nerds and Pureblood coalition, with Vhoskaud also realizing that his defeat was inevitable.

But defeating a Necromancer was not so easy. The Death Knights, Dullahans, Zombies, and Undeads who had fallen were the weakest of his army. Those who were mentally too weak to withstand a mental illusion, those who were not strong enough to physically overpower their opponents or whose cognitive faculties had regressed to the point that they couldn't fight effectively.

They were like low-end robots only capable of performing simple actions. Faced with such fierce, coordinated opponents and a barrage of magic as diverse as it was unpredictable, their defeat was all but certain.

But it also meant that the Undeads still alive were the real deal. After losing all its subordinates, a towering Death Knight General wrapped in black flames corroding the matter all around him entered the fray. He looked like a mini giant in his black armor while his steed was as bulky as a mammoth.

In one swift movement, the black horse loomed like a ghost before Secyone and her sons. A black flash flickered past their pupils and the mother and child trio were booted out of the Ordeal. By the time Ingranus and Nicolet realized the danger it was too late.

In a few halberd swings dozens of Myrtharian Nerds were slaughtered. A nearby Myrmidian decided to act and in a few steps he slipped into the Death Knight General's blind spot and obliterated the Netherworld warrior with a powerful saber slash. Straight after, a kick from the enraged steed sent him crashing through the ceiling of the hall like a cannonball.

The Myrmidian got up unharmed, but when he looked at his hands he saw that they were as wrinkled and gaunt as those of a hundred-year-old man. A torrent of Death Energy was sucking the vitality out of his body, reducing his life expectancy and nerfing his stats at an alarming rate.

Refusing to die, the warrior let out a vindictive roar and a rich aura of life erupted from his body, engaging in a deadly duel against the death energy trying to extinguish his existence.

He resisted for a moment, but eventually his body crumbled back to dust.