"W-What!? How did that happen!?" The Drakkar soldiers shouted in horror. If the enemy had resisted their Auras using their own, they would have understood, but… for their Aura to simply… dissipate… This made no sense. The Drakkars, however, didn’t have time to think about this; the corpses were coming. "Attack them!" The commander ordered, and the Drakkars rushed forward, their weapons gleaming as they slashed and stabbed the corpses. The corpses were easier to deal with; these beings couldn’t use their Laws. But… "Grrr…" It didn’t make a difference. All the corpses that were stabbed moved like it didn’t make a difference, and instead of defending, they attacked back. Even the zombies that were slashed didn’t stop; their severed limbs twitched and crawled across the ground, and headless bodies continued their assault. It was a horrifying sight. Even Drakkars, who represented brutality and cruelty, felt deep fear rooting in them. A fear that seeped into their bodies far too quickly than it should have… almost… unnaturally quickly. It was as if… some being had used an ability that amplified their fear. ’He is a Prismorn. He can manipulate emotions, amplifying fear, courage, or joy.’ Nux recalled the being he had devoured before, and as he used his ability, combined with Astral Bond that provided him with almost unlimited energy… The effect was… mind-blowing. "AAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE THINGS!!!" The Drakkars screamed in horror; their morale couldn’t be any lower. It wasn’t just Nux’s ability that amplified their fear; the Law of Absolute Death, which allowed Nux to use corpses, was simply too strong. In a place that was filled with corpses, wherever the Drakkars looked, they saw corpses—corpses that came after them without considering their own defenses. There were barely a thousand of them here who had managed to regroup properly, and they were facing an undying army ten times bigger than them. And… this army continued to rise in number as the Death Energy around them got denser and more Drakkars died. What’s worse? These corpses were covered with some sort of poisonous dark mist that not only kept them alive but also ate away at the Drakkars’ life force if they got too close. "Commander! There are too many of them! We are unable to kill them!!" The soldiers cried, trying their best to get away from the enemies. Even running away wasn’t possible because they were surrounded. "Commander! What do we do!? We need reinforcements!!" The soldiers shouted, but seeing that the commander wasn’t here, they frowned, and then someone shouted. "The Commander ran away!!!" "WHAT!?" "THAT BASTARD!!!" "Coward!!" The soldiers couldn’t believe it. "What do we do!?" "Do you think we have another choice!? Fight!" "Fight! Fight! Do not try to kill them! Push them away! Create a pathway!! Do not engage until absolutely necessary! We cannot win! We need to g-AAGGGHHHHH!!!!" In the end, the soldiers had no way to resist. Yes, they all had their Laws, but their Aura didn’t work, and even if their Law strengthened them, against such overwhelming numbers and no strategy since everything just started randomly, it was only a matter of time before they fell. … "Haaah… Haahh… Haahh…" On the other side, the commander who ran away from the battle breathed heavily. No, he was not tired. He was a Peak Sovereign; he wouldn’t get tired from a little run. He was horrified. Unlike his soldiers, who were surrounded by all those corpses and had their vision limited… He saw it… That black mist… It didn’t originate in that little town… It came there… from the outskirts… And that ’outskirt’ where it came from… It was completely covered with that dense black mist to the point nothing else was visible. A few thousand…? That was just the start… There were about hundreds of thousands of those corpses in the outskirts that were all walking towards the town. The soldiers would be overwhelmed no matter what they did. He needed to do something! Anything! He tried contacting the Leaders. Their army had a total of five Leaders, all at the Primordial Level. Two died in the war, but the other three were still here. What the commander found strange was that even when he tried to contact them using the artifact, they didn’t reply. Even when he tried to contact the rest of the commanders, a few of them did answer back, but their voices were unclear, and the connection was quickly cut off. Things couldn’t be more obvious. The enemy was hindering their communication. And it made sense, after all, Whoever was behind it, they wouldn’t want the Leaders to find out. So the commander made a decision: he needed to get to Shakral, the capital of Secra, where the leaders were resting and inform them about what’s happening. Yes, he was not running away because he was scared. He was running away to deliver information. Yes, he was not scared at all; he was just a responsible commander. In the war between Secra and Gorath, millions of soldiers had perished… if they all… Just imagining that scene sent shivers down his spine. Yes, the Leaders needed to know what was happening as quickly as possible, and he was the only one who could do it. He was the only one who could save his men and help them regroup. "Haaahh… haahhh… haahh…" As he justified his action, his breathing became heavier and heavier. His body felt heavy; his limbs ached, screaming in protest. They were in no condition to run anymore. It was obvious. He had already covered thousands of kilometers. It was normal for him to feel a bit tired. Not to mention that the number of undead all while he rushed towards the capital had already reached half a million. An overwhelming number that made his heart heavy and messed with his emotional state. His body was simply reciprocating his emotional state and was getting tired… Yes, it was completely normal… "Haaahh… Haahh… Haahh…" The commander continued to breathe. His heart raced, his lungs felt as if they were on fire, but then, the commander suddenly stopped. Something was wrong. He… he shouldn’t be tired… It was merely a few thousand kilometres, he had barely been running for a few minutes, he would never be tired so quickly, even if he ran with one leg. Something was messing with his mind… "Haaahh… Haahh… Haahh…" The commander looked around, trying to figure it out, and then, he noticed another thing… As his breaths came in ragged gasps, each of his exhales formed small clouds of mist. "Cold…?" He whispered with a frown on his face. Something was wrong. Secra was a warm world, the temperature here was always high to the point where beings with cold elements were extremely weakened. Then… Why did he feel so cold…? The commander looked ahead, the Shakral’s Walls were now visible to him. They were only about a few hundred kilometres away. Soon, however, the commander narrowed his eyes as he noticed something else… The walls… They had a layer of ice covering them? "Ice?" The commander frowned. However, before he could think too much, he heard a voice. "Grr…" It was the zombies. Hundreds of thousands of them, it was as if they had consumed all the towns behind them and were now coming for him. The commander widened his eyes in horror as he ran away! ’NO!’ His mind shuddered. In an instant, his body that was ’tired’ recovered. ’I need to get to the leaders to survive!’ With that thought in his mind, he started running. Ignoring everything he saw in the way. The road beneath his feet that had started to be covered by a thin layer of frost, his breathing that was getting more and more ragged, his body that felt heavier and heavier, he ignored everything and ran. "Grr…" As he reached the capital and jumped over the giant walls, the distance between him and the zombies widened. He, however, didn’t stop. He ignored the fact that the capital had turned into a domain of ice where all the beings, Humans and Drakkars alike, had turned into ice statues, and rushed towards the very centre of the capital. "Haaahh… Haahh… Haahh…" His breathing became heavier and heavier, some of the frost had started to cover his body. This, however, didn’t stop him, he quickly barged into the largest building in the capital and shouted, "Lord Gorr! Something’s happening! The world’s temperature is falling! The entire capital has turned into ice! The communication artifacts are not working! The corpses are moving and overwhelming the soldiers! And they are making their way here! We need to burn the enemy Primordials’ corpses to ashes so they won’t attack us and find a way to deal with those corpses!" The commander reported everything in one breath. However, the moment he raised his head to glance at the leaders… He saw a sight he would never forget in his life. Continue reading at freewebnovel An extremely handsome human stood with Secra’s Core in one hand. With the other, he was holding Lord Gorr’s body by its neck. He was stepping on Lord Zaros’s body while Lord Grimm’s body was nowhere to be seen. "Huh…?" The human then turned towards him with a frown on his face and, "You managed to come here? Was creating an Ice Domain, increasing gravity, manipulating everyone’s emotions, covering the entire world with Death Energy, using necromancy to deal with the scrubs, and fighting three Primordials all at the same time too much?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦 The man wondered out loud. Then, as if the human came up with an answer, he nodded to himself and glanced at him. "Your will to survive must be stronger than others. You were able to break free of the emotional wall I created for you people. Congratulations." Nux nodded. Then, as if he was done with the man, he turned away, and before the commander could react, he felt some sort of force surround his body and, BOOOM His body burst into pieces. "Hmmm, I need better control." Nux muttered to himself and then, he stared at the white ball in his hand and shrugged. "Meh, let’s eat first."