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Heir of the White Lotus (Web Novel) - Chapter 1679 Abject Terror
Chapter 1679 Abject Terror
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Morofin's headless body twitched.Hot blood poured out of the stump endlessly, dyeing the ground in crimson. Meanwhile, the two undead knights guarding him had already gone lifeless.
In that moment, the cultists realized that the Dark King had used an illusion spell to mask his presence and arrive beside them, without any of them knowing.
Since the beginning of the battle, he had displayed one spell after another from various Schools of Magic.
He had cast said spells with such expertise that the cultists couldn't help but wonder...
What was even the point of preventing the Dark King from summoning the serpents?
There was no difference whatsoever. He was slaughtering them with ease regardless. Orion, Murphy, and now Morofin were butchered, along with their undead knights.
What stunned them even more was the level of physical strength the Dark King had showcased.
A Mana Core Magus's body was far stronger than that of lesser Magi. And yet, he had killed them with just a single, effortless strike.
Adam flicked his hand, shaking Morofin's blood from his skin. Then he turned to the other cultists, who stood frozen in shock and fear, and couldn't help but taunt disdainfully.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "There are still eleven of you standing. So what're you waiting for?"
His words rang like thunder in their ears. Their figures trembled, but one by one, they quickly gathered their wits.
Edsel, Vortigan, and Elira were the first to react. They rapidly retreated, while at the same time, ordering their undead knights to advance and buy them time to prepare spells.
Watching their futile attempts at evading death, Adam snickered.
He rapidly weaved a set of hand seals, and then...
Rank 4 Spell: Amplify Gravity!
BOOM!
The weight of the heavens came crashing down.
When the gravity surged, the ground buckled under the pressure, cracking and sinking as if it couldn't bear the sudden, tyrannical force.
The cultists staggered, their footing lost in an instant. Their legs gave out, and their bodies slammed down, and they were forced to their knees. They felt their bones creak and the flow of blood in their veins turn turbulent. Some couldn't even lift their heads.
On the other hand, the undead knights fared far better, for they couldn't feel any pain. They only had difficulty trying to steady themselves, but even that task proved to be very difficult. Their heavy frames sank into the fractured ground, movements dragging, and joints straining under the unnatural weight. The only person who seemed unaffected by the change in gravity was the Dark King.
No, it would be more precise to say that he was used to the change and not immune. For in the years spent living in the primal wilderness of Mabi, he had trained under such brutal environments frequently.
And now, even though it felt like the heavens were falling, he alone stood tall and proud.
The Dark King calmly walked to his prey. All the while, he nonchalantly rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.
"You scums like to torture children, eh?" he asked in a cold voice as he finally arrived before the cultist named Rigby.
The elderly Magus was on his hands and knees, his face flushed red as he tried to get into a better position. He knew if he was forced to lie flat on the ground, it would be tremendously difficult for him to get back up.
And right at that moment, through his bloodshot eyes, he saw a pair of boots appearing right before him.
The Dark King stroked his hair and then tightly grabbed it. He squatted in front of him and said in an ominous voice:
"Then please, allow me to give you a taste of your own medicine."
A guttural cry escaped Rigby's throat as the raven-haired youth yanked his hair
to raise his head. Countless strands of hair tore free from his scalp.
The Dark King reached out with his other hand, turning it into a claw, and then clutched the cultist's neck.
Splurt!
He violently tore Rigby's throat.
The cultist shuddered, his eyes weeping profusely. But no sound escaped his lips.
Throughout it all, the Dark King displayed a smile. A smile so cold that it caused the others to feel terror unlike ever before.
Ignoring their reactions, Adam retrieved a leather pouch containing some kind of toxic powder. He then sprinkled it straight into the gaping hole in Rigby's
neck.
"Enjoy." He rose to his feet, walking toward his next prey.
Meanwhile, the gaping, horrifying hole in Rigby's neck hissed and sizzled. Smoke poured out from the bloody hole and even his facial orifices. His figure slammed into the ground and continued to writhe violently as he clutched at his neck. It was going to be a slow and painful death.
The Dark King arrived before Ayunka next.
This lousy excuse of a Mana Core Magus fared worse than the previous one. Ayunka was lying on the ground, utterly unable to move due to the increased
gravity.
"Pathetic." Adam raised his foot and...
Splat!
...He stomped down.
The head burst apart, reduced to a mess of blood and bone. In the same
instant, Ayunka's undead knight also ceased to exist.
With Rigby and his undead knight also dead soon, only seven Mana Core Magi
remained - three humans and four undead knights.
The survivors froze in abject terror. They had seen death before. They had
killed, been hunted, and watched others fall.
But not like this...
Not so fast. Not so easily. Not so brutally.
For a moment, they simply gaped in shock and fear. Their eyes stayed fixed on the spot where their comrades had stood just seconds ago, now nothing more
than mangled flesh and bones.
Vortigan saw the Dark King casually stride toward Edsel next.
He gritted his teeth and, with great rage and difficulty, pulled out a summoning
artifact. It didn't take him long to pour mana into it and finally activate it. Adam, who was almost upon Edsel, suddenly halted in his footsteps. His eyes narrowed as his senses picked up on another threat rapidly approaching him
from... below.
His pupils constricted, and instincts took over. Then he quickly turned to the side and crossed his arms to guard-
BOOOM!!!
