Published at 18th of May 2026 7:13 am

Chapter 1741 Cruel Death

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The Dark King carved a bloody line through the enemy ranks.

Wherever he passed, a trail of corpses followed. The Earthly Meteor was ruthless and unforgiving.

It carved a straight path of blood and ruin as it tore across the field, driving relentlessly toward the eastern camp.

He grabbed a sword from a corpse and plunged it into a soldier's heart. He disarmed another Magus, grabbed his dagger, killed him, then threw the dagger straight through another person's skull.

When his gaze landed on a Mana Vortex Magus wielding a staff, his lips curled up slightly. One shot to the chest, second to the head, and the Magus lay dead on the ground.

The Dark King gripped the staff, which turned out to be a Grade 3 Artifact, and spun it in his hands. "Been a while," he murmured.

Then he erupted into a whirlwind of violence. The staff spun in his hands gracefully as he reaped one life after another. Whether it was a Mana Vortex Magus or a Mana Foundation Magus, it did not matter. Whoever came in front of him died.

Not even a minute had passed, yet hundreds upon hundreds of soldiers had already died. The formation turned utterly chaotic. Discipline was immediately discarded when they saw the Dark King reap lives as if he were the grim reaper himself.

Adam incorporated the Phantom Dance into his attacks. He appeared to be a ghost who danced across the battlefield, taking lives as easily as breathing. All the while, he kept the Rank 4 Spell: Dread activated.

The Magi who saw him butcher their comrades felt overwhelming terror grip their hearts. Already, many could be seen dropping their weapons and fleeing northward.

Adam didn't slow down. He continued to make his way to the east camp. The staff had already shattered from the consecutive impacts. He now used his hands, as was customary for the one who practiced the Astral Tyrant Manual.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he felt the shadows of the nearby soldiers and even the corpses stir.

And in the next moment, two shadowkins emerged from the shadows and attacked him.

"Heh." The Dark King's lips curled into a wicked smile.

In the blink of an eye, he had already weaved the hand seals. Next, he aimed his hands at the two assassins. Following that, terrifying serpents emerged from his sleeves, baring fangs and venom.

One of the shadowkin's eyes widened in surprise. The Dark King had cast his spell faster than he had expected. He quickly abandoned his plan and dissolved into shadows before the snakes could reach him.

But the other one was not so lucky. Caught off guard, the shadowkin found that the serpents had already coiled around his arms and neck, and before he knew it… they had plunged their fangs into his neck.

A soundless scream escaped the shadowkin's mouth. The venom had already seeped into his veins and paralyzed him.

The serpents vanished just as abruptly as they had appeared. And then, he felt a pair of firm hands clutch his head.

"Got ya," the Dark King's cold words echoed in his ears.

When the devil opened his eyes, he saw the human standing right in front of him, gazing at him murderously. The shadowkin could not move. And before he could even speak a word…

Crack!

The devil's skull creaked and groaned, and a moment later, the Dark King had viciously crushed his head with sheer strength alone.

Witnessing this gory scene, in addition to feeling the effects of Dread, the surrounding soldiers collapsed on the ground. Some had begun crying, while others began vomiting. Their eyes trembled in horror.

Adam put the headless corpse in his storage artifact, then flicked his hands to cast off the blood. He looked around, his gaze finally settling on the eastern command tent. It wasn't far away.

He then casually started walking in that direction, while at the same time preparing the magical components for his next spell.

No one interrupted him. No one had the courage to.

The soldiers frantically made way for the Dark King, afraid that coming anywhere near him would result in near death. No matter how much the Mana Core Magi yelled at them to surround him, they refused to listen.

The brutal way in which the Dark King had crushed the devil's head still lingered in their minds. They'd be utter fools to get in his way.

Similarly, the shadowkins had also stopped attacking him.

Without any interruptions, the Dark King finally finished preparations for this spell. He brought his hands together in front of him, resulting in a thunderous clap.

Rank 4 Spell: Blazing Beam!

A thin line of red shot out from the gaps between his hands. In the blink of an eye, it had already arrived at the eastern command tent.

And then…

BOOM!

It was as if the sun had descended into the mortal realm in the middle of the night. A giant explosion of flames erupted with the command tent at the center.

Of course, Adam knew that he hadn't killed any Mana Core Magi with his attack just now. They'd had enough time to prepare defensive spells.

But killing the commanders in the eastern camp wasn't his goal to begin with.

The Blazing Beam had only been a diversion.

While the world was engulfed in a fiery red and everyone's attention was glued to the gigantic explosion, he had already cast Invisible on himself and teleported away.

Back at the western camp, the Mana Core Magi at the command tent looked at the giant explosion covering the eastern command tent with a mixture of awe and terror.

None of them realized when the Dark King's figure rippled into existence behind them. It was only when the soldiers in the distance saw him appear that they shouted their warnings, but by then, it was already too late.

Adam poured a large amount of mana into his spell. Then, he pointed his right hand at the Mana Core Magi's back and casually swiped in a diagonal manner.

Rank 4 Spell: Blades of Emanation!

A moment later, faint, bloody lines appeared on the Magi's flesh and clothes. Following that, their bodies were cleanly severed along those lines.

Adam's spell didn't just stop at the Mana Core Magi. He had infused so much mana into it that the invisible blades plowed through over a hundred more soldiers in front of him before finally dissipating.

When the dust settled, he had already teleported away before anyone could get near him.

He reappeared on the battlefield, behind the line he had carved deep into the ground with a Wind Blade. His hands were clasped calmly behind his back. And it seemed that he hadn't even broken a sweat.

The Dark King exhaled a quiet sigh, then said in a light, almost mischievous tone:

"As I was saying… if you still wish to attack, then come. Cross this line, and I shall grant you a cruel death."

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