The Master Driven to Breakdown by the Undead Legion

Before being shot in the knee, Kent was an adventurer.

Although his strength was only average, he could at least make a living. However, ever since he was hit in the knee by an arrow imbued with cursed magic, his path to advancement was completely cut off.

After being abandoned by his teammates, rejected by his friends, and having his lover betrayed by NTR, he finally realized the truth and stopped clinging to brute force.

He turned to studying various strategy guides, arming himself with knowledge and turning himself into a walking encyclopedia of dungeons. It was from this point on that he truly began to gain fame and embark on his legendary life as a master of dungeon exploration.

Why would he think of these things now? Because he hadn't wielded a sword for decades, and now he was actually swinging his weapon on the battlefield, killing enemies with abandon.

"Ugh, oh oh—"

He screamed as he watched his body dance across the battlefield, each movement bringing blood and screams from the enemy—he was practically a highly efficient killing machine!

And there are thousands upon thousands more like him, murderers! Such a gathering of Carthus Warrior only makes one worry about their enemies.

The enemies on the other side were all wearing unknown armor, and it was impossible to tell what era or country they were soldiers from, but that no longer mattered.

"Hahaha!" Kent suddenly laughed, thinking that he stopped swinging his sword because he didn't want to, but because his physical condition wouldn't allow it!

At this moment, feeling the unparalleled joy of mowing the grass, his previously dormant emotions were rekindled.

Regardless of what this strange Painting World is trying to do, all he has to do right now is experience the thrill of killing and have a good time!

Almost instantly, he had already immersed himself in the Carthus Warrior, shouting for the Overlord while Execute enemies.

The scenes change several times, and the battlefield and the figures of the enemies are constantly changing, which means that the Carthus Legion has experienced countless wars and its Iron Hoof have trampled across every country.

Kent, mingling among his comrades, was in a precarious mental state, his eyes bloodshot, clearly addicted to killing.

No matter what war they fought, the Carthus Legion was always invincible. Their cunning swordsmanship combined with evil sorcery made all their enemies tremble with fear.

The murderous aura of the battlefield can truly affect a person's spirit. He witnessed Carthus's atrocities, saw his fallen comrades resurrected by forbidden abyssal power, and watched...

However, Kent did not have any strange thoughts, even though he had previously been repulsed by what the Overlord Wolnir had done.

He couldn't remember exactly how many wars he had participated in, but as long as he could kill to his heart's content, he didn't care even if he couldn't get out!

Carthus grew more and more terrifying each day, destroying one nation after another. When Wolnir donned the crown symbolizing his dominance, and Carthus reached its zenith, Kent, who had been resurrected and turned into a skeleton, suddenly heard that a new enemy had come knocking.

What's their name, something like the Undead Legion? That name sounds familiar. Have I heard of them somewhere before?

His memory was somewhat hazy from the long killing spree, so he stopped thinking about it. Anyway, those guys would soon fall to Carthus's iron fist again!

Kent went to war with the army and saw the so-called Undead Legion on the battlefield. It was a legion of no less caliber than their Legion, with a full range of soldiers such as Ghrū and mages. In the end, the group of figures wearing pointed hats were particularly imposing.

Kent inexplicably sensed something was amiss, feeling that this enemy was somewhat different from those before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

Never mind, never mind, let's start the killing!

The two armies went to war. It was a grand and magnificent war, Kent was as insignificant as a grain of sand in it. As soon as he engaged in combat, he realized that this enemy was different from any other before. It was stronger than ever before, and he could no longer mow the grass as he used to.

That won't do! If he can't mow the lawn, what will he use to enjoy himself?!

Therefore, he set his sights directly on the group of figures wearing pointed hats. They were clearly elites, and taking their heads would greatly boost Carthus's morale!

"Take this, die!"

He leaped high into the air and slashed at a member of the Farron Undead Legion with his greatsword.

A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found...

"Hey, why hasn't the fight started yet?"

Time seemed to have reversed back to the time when the two armies were facing off.

"What just happened? I only saw a flash of light." He scratched his head in confusion, then ignored it and kept killing!

The target this time is still the Farron Undead Legion!

A dozen minutes later.

"How did we end up back at this time again?"

A few minutes later.

"You're back again?"

A few seconds later.

"Still this!?"

Even a fool would have realized what was happening by now. Kent, who had been blinded by murderous intent, finally came to his senses.

"Did they just kill me?" On the last occasion, he finally saw the Undead Legion make their move, shattering his skull with a single, seemingly effortless punch—it was even more powerful than an explosive punch!

That means he has already died four times!

"This doesn't make sense," he began to doubt himself. "Our Carthus is so powerful, why couldn't he stop the Undead Legion?"

The war horns sounded again, and this time he was smarter. He mingled in the crowd and hesitated to step forward, observing the Undead Legion. Finally, he clearly saw the enemy make their move.

With a casual swing of the Farron Greatsword, several Carthus Warriors were instantly reduced to bone fragments; a few more swings and the ground was littered with corpses!

Kent was stunned.

If even one member is this strong, then the entire Undead Legion must be a number that would drive him to despair.

Carthus's army was like paper against the Undead Legion, scattered in an instant, and Kent was reborn once again.

At this moment, he was already experiencing a slight headache, but the shock he was experiencing made him ignore the pain.

The multiple deaths had long since dissipated the murderous intent that had been driving him crazy. Only after he returned to normal did he realize what a ridiculous thing he had been doing. How could he be so immersed in the illusion created by the dungeon? He had to actively find a way to leave!

But before he could think any further, the Undead Legion arrived once more, sending him to his rebirth.

Being killed really hurts, and the successive pains made Kent involuntarily curl up, his brain racing.

Quickly think of a way to break this deadlock. This illusion can't possibly trap someone to death; there must be something there—

The time has come, the Undead Legion arrive once again, and Kent's thoughts are reborn once more.

He's lost count of how many times he's been resurrected; in short, he's numb.

Seeing Carthus's army crumble like a house of cards and the Undead Legion charging towards him, this time he calmly opened his arms.

Death, rebirth, and then this process repeats endlessly.

Neither resistance nor passive acceptance could end what he perceived as an "illusion," as it was beyond his common sense and he couldn't find a way to break free.

Kent tried his best, but he could only take down a few Ghrū. Once the Undead Legion choice but to obediently go and be resurrected.

He tried to survive on the battlefield, and after countless deaths, only about one-tenth of the Carthus Warrior remained.

At that moment, the atmosphere changed, and the terrifying aura of the Overlord came from behind them, with roars and majesty erupting at the same time.

This means that Overlord Wolnir is about to make his move!

Kent's face lit up with joy. Could it be that the Overlord was able to defeat the Undead Legion and escape the illusion by surviving until the Overlord's victory?

I'm a genius for coming up with these ideas!

The sky and earth changed color, dark clouds rolled in, and the battlefield looked like it was about to witness a decisive battle. But just then—

Kent's vision blurred, the scenery changed instantly, and he found himself back at the very beginning.

That's it. The scene and outcome of the battle between the Overlord and the Undead Legion were not shown here at all.

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His joy vanished completely; Kent was so astonished that his jaw dropped to the ground when he opened his mouth.

He stood there in a daze for a long time, watching the Undead Legion slowly approach like the God of Death.

He crouched on the ground, covering his head with his hands, as frightened as a child.

Beyond the Painting World.

"Where did Master Kent go?" Aston, wounded, had just finished off the second Human Dregs, but in the blink of an eye, he found that Kent was gone, and the mercenaries beside him were also bewildered.

"What use are you all?!"

Enraged, he summoned immense strength out of thin air and delivered a naked choke to the Human Dregs before him! An ordinary person would probably have had their bones shattered by now.

However, when you feel down about life, remember that someone is trying to Human Dregs.

How could Human Dregs body was almost indistinguishable from rotten mud, be bound by a human body? It immediately dragged Aston's body back and forth in the secret room like a runaway calf.

"Tsk!"

Each impact caused Aston to vomit blood, and he looked seriously injured.

But his expression was relaxed, as if the injury was insignificant and would heal in an instant.

He touched the round necklace on his chest; using it would have made victory easy. But then he looked at the mercenaries beside him and ultimately gave up.

This is a secret among the captains and a select few, and cannot be revealed to ordinary mercenaries.

After a great deal of effort, and finally no new monsters appeared after they killed the fourth Human Dregs, Aston and his group could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Captain, the place where these monsters crawled in is the exit!" The mercenaries discovered a way to escape the secret chamber.

"What's the point of going out? Master Kent is nowhere to be found," Aston said through gritted teeth. This trip was basically all about relying on Kent. What could these mercenaries do? They'd probably be trapped and killed in no time if they went out.

"I just saw Master Kent being sucked into the painting."

The mercenary picked up the painting from the ground, and everyone fell silent. Then someone asked the most crucial question:

"Will that master be able to come out?"

The painting shattered as soon as he finished speaking, Kent emerged!

The hunched figure knelt on the ground, looking shaky and pitiful.

"Master Kent!" Aston rushed over to help him up, his face a mixture of worry and relief. "Thank goodness you're back. Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

He took out the Healing Potion and was about to force it down Kent's throat. Whether Kent was sick or not, a bottle of Healing Potion would always have some effect.

Kent seemed boneless, letting him do whatever he wanted. Aston sensed something was wrong, turned him over, and saw the other's slightly dazed gaze. His heart tightened instantly.

"Master Kent?" he called out tentatively.

Kent responded; his parched lips moved, and he delivered his acceptance speech:

"Aba aba?"