Chapter 1110: The Awakening (14)
Some people were meant to suffer.
It is not a must for them to be born into suffering. However, the situations they find themselves in are the reason they are there. They suffered, for suffering was what they saw the moment they were born.
Ohema, in her first life, was one of them.
She was born a slave and was meant to remain a slave forever...
However, she said no.
She stood up against her destiny and changed it.
During the Primordial Era, the Poison Witch rose through the ranks not because she was the best, beautiful, or awe-inspiring.
She became a powerhouse because for a slave to rebel against her master and break free of the shackles binding her to a static destiny, one had to be brave.
She was brave, and through that bravery, she became someone whom many feared.
Her legacy still remains on the lips of every young poison cultivator. They look up to her and say that if she was able to do it despite all her misfortune, then they will be able to do it too.
Now, their idol has started something that even Klaus had no idea about. The purple mist was impenetrable with the naked eye or even one’s divine senses.
Klaus tried to look through, but although he could succeed, he was more interested in what would emerge from this sudden attack using the poison mist.
Queenie giggled, knowing her twin sister was no simple person...
"Asmodeus, how many until you reach 1,000?" Klaus asked, and Asmodeus answered.
"430 more."
"This requirement is even more demanding than when I summoned you back in my 7th incarnation," Klaus smiled...
Asmodeus was the same. He nodded to Klaus words before saying...
"However, in my case, I have all the targets here with me. I just have to kill them, and doing so is much easier than I thought."
"That is true." Klaus was aware of how complex the necromancy class could be. Asmodeus told him that by killing 1,000 Domain Stage warriors and modifying them with 3 Nether Stage warriors, his necromancy class would upgrade.
This new upgrade will give him more control...
Of course, had it not been for this awakening, he would have had to work extra hard for this. But thanks to the heavens being shameless, they gave him the right field to harvest his dead bodies.
"Once the situation reaches the level I want it to be, you will go back in, and please, this time, be sure to create so much chaos. We want them alarmed and afraid, even if they are much stronger than us."
"Okay."
"I never knew Rita was this deadly," Queenie suddenly said when she saw a shadow move through the battlefield.
Wherever she passed, a body fell. However, despite killing these targets, not even a single drop of blood that would suggest she had killed them showed.
Klaus smiled yet again, seeing how impressed Queenie had become... "Rita is dangerous. She is no simple warrior, Queenie... Her nature is someone who defied the norm. She had carved a path for herself."
Queenie could see that.
As she watched her assassinate the souls of the warriors, a smile was the only thing that appeared on her lips.
Suddenly, a figure flash across the battlefield, wielding a spear.
This person is Mason, who had single-handedly killed over 300 Nether Stage warriors and made his way toward the direction where a few Lunar warriors were battling.
They had no Domain Stage warrior protecting them, so Mason took it upon himself to face them until any of the Grand Elders were done and could lend a hand.
Of course, they were all Nether Stage warriors, but they had Klaus’ blood in them, so they were much stronger.
"Wind Surge."
Mason’s speed exploded. He crossed the distance in one quick dash, his spear stabbing through the chest of a Nether Stage Kathorian who was about to behead a Lunar warrior.
"Wind Blades."
He slashed his spear forward, sending out thousands of wind blades, each sharp and deadly. The upside to his attacks was freeing more Lunar warriors from a bind. However, the downside was that he had drawn the attention of a Domain Stage warrior.
Naturally, Mason retreated, pulling away the Domain Stage warrior. When they were far enough away, he stopped and sized his enemy up.
"Inadequate," Mason said before he moved.
The Domain Stage warrior also moved. However, after just a few steps, he halted and jumped back, evading a spear that came from the side.
"You can’t play your tricks on me... I am a Domain Stage warrior for a reason."
Mason smiled and responded, "I know I couldn’t kill you that easily, punk. If I could, why would I miss on purpose?"
"Huh?"
The Domain Stage warrior was startled to hear that Mason missed on purpose. His instincts screamed at him to run; however, before he could, he felt someone tap him on the back.
As an experienced warrior, he moves forward to distance himself. However, that was what Mason was after.
When he moved forward and turned, he only saw his tall body standing while his head was falling to the ground.
Mason smirked and snapped his fingers, revealing thin wind threads woven all over the battlefield. They all originated from him, and he could choose to shape them however he wanted at will.
"Off to the next."
Klaus saw how Mason killed the Domain Stage warrior, and he could only smile. Back when he met Mason in his 4th incarnation, he used the same wind threads on him, and he nearly succeeded in killing him with them.
However, Klaus was hyper-aware of his surroundings, so he noticed them.
Thankfully, he had a counter. However, looking at the threads now, he knew Mason had perfected them.
He saw the Domain Stage Kathorian warrior move through dozens of these threads, but none cut him. It was only when Mason willed it that he was cut.
This clearly showed he had perfected the skill to a level where he could easily use it.
’I wonder if he will use that technique too.’
The truth was, Mason hadn’t even started using his true strength. Klaus knew him much better than he even knew himself. He was aware of how dangerous Mason could be.
In fact, Klaus was more than willing to see Mason become the monster he once was when they met. He wanted to see him defy the odds and kill the beings said to be unkillable.
The Mason he met was sent to kill him after thousands had failed. He came this close to succeeding, so Klaus wanted to see him in action again.
Watching him kill yet another Domain Stage warrior, Klaus smiled.
’Maybe we might just stand a chance at winning with minimal death,’ he thought.
So far, only 11 people had died. The rest were being rescued by the Array and were getting healed by the Sylvan race. Of course, some would need extensive care before they could return to the battlefield.
However, those with a second class were back on the battlefield doing the work they signed up for.
Suddenly, a message reached Klaus’s ears, causing him to turn toward the crack. There, he saw thousands of Neburians coming, and these ones had heavy cannons in their hands, each pointed at the Sylvan healers.
Klaus’s eyes turned cold.
However, before he could make any effort to handle them, a soft voice spoke into his head.
’Big brother, let me handle them.’
The beams were fired by 450 Domain stage warriors, but they didn’t reach their destination...