6kv Chapter 1090: The Saintess' Wrath
Chapter 1090: The Saintess' Wrath
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My Aura divided into a thousand phantoms of myself, as I unleashed a thousand attacks, double attacks that released two blows at once, meaning, two thousand blows at once.
There was a reason why this Skill was now named "Divine Spear God Arts", it had truly evolved into something that only the gods themselves would wield.
Before I knew it, there was nothing but shredded corpses in front of me, not a single opposing living being remained.
"Done..." I said. "How much did I take? Hmm... Ah, around three minutes?"
I looked at the timer I had left in the grimoire, and indeed, a bit over three minutes were spent killing ten thousand foes by myself... Well, the familiars helped here and there, but I did most of it.
"Let's go, we have yet to even raid that city."
I quickly regrouped back with my friends and the rest of my army, finding that they had successfully destroyed the other ten thousand foes, most of them had grown strong, gaining many levels.
"Blake! You're back!" said Erika. "It took us a little while; how did you do?"
"I was done a while ago," I said. "I was scanning the surroundings for more foes, and also sent more surveillance towards the city. Looks like there's at least another fifteen thousand inside the city, and the draconic generals are waiting for us there."
"Sweet, let's go and get this over with then!" Erika said.
"I agree, let's end this, let's take over the first of the many cities," said Elizabeth. "This is only the beginning of our counterattack after all."
"Well said," Elfriedden commented. "I thank everyone for how much you've helped me so far, I know there's a lot of work left to be done... But I am truly grateful."
"Okay, stop with the corny comments and let's go already," Chris laughed, patting his head. "Hey Eric, you ready?"
"I am!" Eric said. "We're not even tired with Alberta, right?"
"Yeah, I'm quite fine," Alberta nodded, opening the head of her golem spirit to reveal her upper torso. "Anytime Blake!"
"Hmm, let's do this," Erdrich crossed his arms and nodded. "If you can, let me take down some of those Generals myself."
"Well, if you so desire, sure," I nodded. "Though Lifang will probably want to take some down himself as well, I believe."
I glanced at the general of the elven knights, Lifang, who was cleaning his sword from the blood with a handkerchief.
"Oh please, don't mind us! Our revenge is coming along nicely. We don't necessarily desire the generals, if you want to challenge them yourselves, you're free to do so," he said. "We do not ask for anything else, master Blake. We are already grateful we've been brought back to life to avenge our people."
He originated from Claria, the elven city we took over beforehand, where we had to purify thousands of elven souls that had been trapped there due to their wrath and rage.
He can gift Skills.
Hah...
"T-This is... How could he do this?!"
Lifang suddenly grew furious, and so did the rest of the elven knights.
"How dare that monster mock us like that?!"
"T-Those are...!"
"Our people?!"
"No...! How dare he!"
They were furious, and with a good reason. Most of the Undead coming our way, aside from being other lizardmen or their draconic monsters, were made from the thousands of elves the lizardmen had killed.
"GRAAAHHH...!"
"K-Kill... Kill... meeeee...!"
"Death... DEATH!"
Their bones formed giant skeletons, their souls were forcefully fused into agonizing, wailing specters of enormous size, and their rotten bodies were stitched together into zombie golems.
And I noticed how Elizabeth had been silent this entire time.
"How... dare he...!"
"Elizabeth, calm down..."
RUMBLE!
Her Aura of Holy Light surged, as her eyes seemed to glow empty with pure and utter wrath.
"I'm sorry... but I can't."
The skies trembled, as dozens of beams of light fell over the undead.
BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!
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