The Legendary Battle (Part 2)

Amber City.

The once incomparably prosperous city had now become a field of ruins. Blazing fires burned everywhere, and faint cries for help emerged amid the rumbling collapse of buildings. Unfortunately, no one remained to save these pitiful ordinary people. Dark shadows drifted through the fire-ravaged ruins. Pale skeletons burned with ghostly blue soul-fire in their eyes, and corpses rose one after another amid words that blasphemed the gods. They picked up weapons, climbed to their feet, and headed toward the only intact area of Amber City.

The temple district.

This was the only place in Amber City that remained relatively intact.

The temples of the gods emitted faint light, and the divine statues were shrouded in a layer of spiritual radiance. Temple Guards stood at the front in full armor, while behind them were the fortunate survivors of Amber City's guard. Even the once gentle and refined priests—who loved nothing more than preaching—had shed their robes and donned heavy armor. They were not purely spellcasters; they possessed considerable skill in close combat as well.

The young priestess who had once helped Soren was among them.

She wore silver-white half-plate armor, held a knight's shield, and carried a three-foot flail.

This weapon was extremely difficult to use, but its destructive power was equally astonishing!

She had received specialized combat training, but when it came time to choose a weapon, none had felt as natural in her hands as a flail. That was why she had chosen to master this unique and dangerous weapon. The sight of a slender young priestess clad in silver-white half-plate, holding a knight's shield and wielding a heavy flail in one hand, was immensely striking.

But it also showed just how dire the situation had become!

Even non-ordained priests had no choice but to join the battle, because behind them were the few surviving residents of Amber City. These survivors huddled trembling inside the temple halls, awaiting their final fate.

The words blaspheming the gods still echoed on!

Among the evil fallen were even more wicked blasphemous priests. They used words that blasphemed the gods to weaken the temples' Divine Power defenses. Eight Dread Knights encircled the temple district, while the nightmares beneath them spewed streams of sulfur-scented flames. Countless undead wandered nearby. These dead, resurrected by Unholy Blight and undead-raising spells, would disperse at dawn the next day.

But they likely would not last that long.

The temples' power grew weaker and weaker. The Dread Knights drove their nightmares closer, and though the nightmares remained restless and uneasy, they gradually approached the boundaries of the temples.

These were terrifying beings beyond their ability to contend with!

Eight legendary Dread Knights—Amber City could not resist them even if it poured every last ounce of strength into the fight.

Despair shrouded the ruined city.

Fear.

It was everywhere!

Yet just as everyone had given up hope and prepared to meet their final fate, a strange disturbance suddenly arose in the distance.

The priests had already begun comforting the others, telling them that even if death came, their souls would return to the gods' realm and find eternal life and peace within the Divine Realm. The temple's guardian knights had begun kneeling in prayer, begging for the gods' blessing and swearing to fight until the final moment.

So long as the temples' power had not been defiled, their souls would not be tainted.

Suddenly!

An Amber City guard revealed an expression of utter disbelief. He pointed ahead with his mouth agape and shouted, "Look over there!"

An unremarkable figure appeared in the darkness.

He had a completely bald head without a single hair. He wore only a worn coarse-cloth garment, with simple leg wraps around his feet, and carried no weapon whatsoever. Yet countless undead surrounded him. Groups of undead frantically attacked him, wraiths reaching out with clawed hands while skeletal warriors swung swords and blades at him.

Yet he paid them no heed.

Their attacks caused not the slightest ripple when they struck him. They did not even harm a single hair on his body. He merely looked calmly ahead, and only when he saw the temple survivors did a trace of relief appear on his face.

"Good. I made it in time."

He sighed softly, then suddenly stamped his foot. An invisible blast of air erupted outward.

Hundreds of skeletons and wraiths around him were flung away!

The ground cracked outward in a spiderweb pattern, and amid thunderous collapses, all the stone pavement within a hundred-meter radius of him shattered into tiny fragments.

"Transcendence into Sainthood!"

Pastor Fer wore an expression of disbelief. He looked ahead, then suddenly shouted, "Form up and defend!"

"Bestow divine spells!"

"Hold out until dawn, and we'll be saved!"

A legendary monk.

The unremarkable figure before them was actually a monk who had entered the legendary realm—and one of the rarest kinds, an ascetic monk! (He wore no armor and used no weapons.)

Legendary Inch Force!

The unremarkable monk in the darkness suddenly leaped forward, crossing dozens of meters in an instant. He clenched his hand into a fist and punched the skeletal knight directly ahead. The skeletal knight, awakened by Unholy Blight, trembled all over. Its undead armor remained completely unchanged, but every bone in its body shattered inch by inch, turning directly into a pile of Shattered Bones.

Solar Flame Stance!

Facing the undead closing in from all directions, the monk suddenly brought his palms together. A ball of scorching firelight then erupted in his palms. When he thrust out one palm, the surrounding air boomed dully, and a surging heat wave accompanied by blazing flames spread outward. The powerful blast sent sand and stones flying, while nearby undead were hurled more than ten meters away.

Low-level Reanimated Skeletons fell in droves.

The blasphemous priests finally noticed the monk. Three of them stepped forward and began casting spells. Several streaks of evil radiance appeared in succession and shot toward the monk in the distance.

Lunar Yin Stance!

The monk's expression remained unchanged. He suddenly brought his palms together, and his skin seemed to turn golden as a silver-white energy field emerged around him, directly withstanding every spell attack.

Then he leaped, and his figure vanished from where he stood.

Ethereal Body!

Trackless Step!

The monk's figure appeared before the desecration priest in an instant. He let out a furious shout and brought his palm down.

Mage Armor Mastery.

Stoneskin.

An invisible energy field appeared around the desecration priest, instantly blocking the monk's attack. At the same time, his entire body turned the color of stone, enveloping him completely. The nearby desecration priests began casting at high speed, placing another energy deflection field over themselves.

Vajra Palm!

The monk drew back his palm, and when he struck again, it had turned golden. With a crisp crack, the energy barrier surrounding the desecration priest shattered instantly. At the same time, his Stoneskin cracked and collapsed in the blink of an eye. The power of that single palm strike caved in a desecration priest's breastbone completely, shattering every bone in his body and dropping him to the ground like a lump of mud.

"A bunch of foolish spellcasters."

"Did you really think a layer of stone skin and an energy shield could stop our attacks?"

From the darkness, an incomparably burly figure stepped out.

With each of his footsteps, the ground trembled. He was a mighty man nearly two and a half meters tall; his arms alone were as thick as another person's waist. He held a heavy battle axe in one hand, likely weighing over six hundred pounds. Thick and heavy as a door panel, he casually carried it as he walked into the undead encirclement.

"Leave this to me."

The enormously built man spoke, then suddenly hammered his chest. His already imposing body began to swell. Terrifying muscles and bulging veins emerged, and amid a series of crackling explosions, the bones throughout his body lengthened segment by segment. He transformed into a colossal figure over three meters tall.

Rage.

But it was not over yet. With a wild, bestial growl, he slammed his fist into the ground. His already absurdly huge body erupted once more!

Legendary Rage.

The ground cracked beneath the terrifying force. The immensely muscular figure had become a giant over five meters tall. The formerly disproportionate battle axe now fit perfectly in his hand. Terrifying slabs of muscle brimming with endless power covered his body, while vicious, earthworm-like veins protruded across his incredibly tough skin. He looked like a killing machine from ancient times!

"SBD!!!"

A wild roar that echoed through heaven and earth erupted.

Centered on that terrifying figure, skeletal undead within fifty meters shattered directly into piles of bones. The nearby desecration priests let out miserable screams as blood seeped from their eardrums, eye sockets, and nostrils. They seemed to have gone mad, lying weakly on the ground with idiotic grins on their faces.

Legendary War Cry! (Sonic attack)

The giant over five meters tall rested the heavy battle axe on his shoulder. He glanced at the desecration priests who had become idiots and mocked, "What a bunch of fragile spellcasters!" (Fortitude save failed.)

Earth-Splitting Slash!

The enormous giant stomped his foot, cracking open a fissure in the ground. Then the spot where the desecration priests stood collapsed with a thunderous boom, burying those fragile spellcasters completely beneath rubble.

Clop, clop, clop!

The heavy sound of hoofbeats rang through the ruins.

When he saw the terrifying knight before him, the barbarian of the legendary realm finally showed a trace of gravity on his face. He slowly lowered his heavy battle axe, licked his lips, and said, "At last, an opponent worth fighting has appeared!"

Undying Rage!

A blood-red aura covered his skin. The barbarian roared and swung his enormous battle axe straight at the terrifying knight before him.

Clang!

A heavy executioner's sword steadily blocked the battle axe. The nightmare let out a pained whinny, its hooves sinking deeply into the ground.

The terrifying knight slowly dismounted. Its blood-red pupils stared at the barbarian before it. It tore away its tattered, bloodstained cloak, and the hand clad in a black scale bracer shifted from a one-handed grip to a two-handed grip. The heavy executioner's sword was held horizontally before its chest.

The true battle

had only just begun!

(Class Skill: Legendary Rage; Strength +10, Constitution +10, immune to all mind-control spells, immune to Maze, immune to Imprisonment, unlimited stamina for the duration.)

(Class Skill: Transcendence: Through long-term training, a monk gradually tempers his body to perfection. His body has become a supernatural existence; any physical attack lacking supernatural properties cannot harm a monk. Monks are immune to all attacks from ordinary weapons. Only +1 supernatural weapons or higher enchanted weapons can injure them.)