The Crucible King took the axe blow head-on and immediately felt a wave of heat sweep through him, restoring sensation to his numb body.
When an undead regained warmth and sensation, it was time to die again.
What would an undead become if they died after death?
That question was probably difficult to answer. It was unclear where their energy would flow.
"Well done, son of Godfrey." The Crucible King forced a faint smile onto his rotting face, its bones exposed. It was quite a feat for him.
"You seem to have become stronger than your father."
Golden cracks appeared across the Crucible King's body, and he gradually began to crumble.
Godwyn smiled too. "Yes, thank you for the compliment. My father will always be the strongest."
Holding down the Serpent Spear, Zhao Si asked, "What did you mean when you said your new king wanted Godwyn?"
"Hmm?" The Crucible King looked at the little man trying to hold him down. "That tower is where the king of this world resides. She awakened us, wanting to keep Godfrey's son here."
Golden magic burst out through the crown of his head, like a sapling growing vigorously.
"Go forth and fight, son of Godfrey." The Crucible King turned to Godwyn. "Follow in your father's footsteps..."
Before he finished speaking, the Crucible King crumbled entirely into powder, piling up on the ground.
"All right, we got some useful information." Zhao Si looked at the Serpent Spear. "There's a king in the tower. Killing him should solve the problem. Your grand strategic objective is feasible, because he's the one stopping you from going back. That's the good news."
"The bad news is that there are probably plenty more enemies ahead." Zhao Si was rather troubled.
The opponents entrenched here had all once fought Godfrey