Demonic Skeleton God-Chapter 139: The First Great Battle (2/2)

Flain didn’t know what the Chief would do—there was a chance, however small, that due to his Stage, he could arrive here within seconds and do something devastating. It was less likely that it wouldn’t happen than it would, since doing so would make the Chief appear weak for having to fight among his soldiers in a battle against weaker opponents. But in Flain’s mind, a red warning light kept blinking.

So the best solution was to prevent him from doing it.

Near the Head Bandit was an elite squad, which was perfect. Flain ordered them to attack him and either take or destroy the Night Communicator.

Harur was Stage 3, so he should be able to hold the Head Bandit for a while.

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Harur received the order. He led his unit toward a small elevation near the Head Bandit. Around him stood a guard of a few stronger bandits.

Harur instructed his men to take care of them. He charged into the bandits, who tried to stop him, but in vain. Harur wrapped his translucent tail around their legs and threw them aside.

The Head Bandit turned his gaze to him. "So your leader is sending a little punk after me, huh? I’ll enjoy this," he said, pulling the Communicator down, and in his other hand, a sword appeared as he launched himself toward Harur.

Harur narrowly dodged his sword, wrapped his legs with his tail, and from his hands released a black aura which, with tremendous force, slammed into the Head Bandit’s abdomen, sending him flying several meters away.

The bandit landed on his feet and wiped a few drops of blood from his mouth.

"Is that all you’ve got?" he asked.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the bandits were losing even more since the Head Bandit was now fighting and couldn’t issue commands, and there were few commanders left. Moreover, despair was spreading among the bandits, and many had already tried to flee, but Flain stopped them. He definitely wouldn’t let bags of EXP escape.

The undeath had defeated the front line and surged toward the center.

The Head Bandit, meanwhile, ran directly at Harur and this time attacked from below. Harur crossed his arms and from his palms burst a black aura in the shape of two large hands, which blocked the attack, but under the force of the blow he was knocked to the side.

The Head Bandit didn’t have to use his full strength—his movements were precise, swift, each swing of the sword forced Harur to retreat.

The two continued clashing. Even though Harur was weaker, he still held on well and managed to wound the Bandit. But he had taken quite a beating himself—his body was covered in numerous cuts, and he had a tear in his tail.

The Bandit glanced at the battlefield. "I no longer have time for you," he said.

His body began to blur as he launched himself at Harur again. This time, he was noticeably stronger.

They began fighting again, and Harur quickly started losing. His goal wasn’t to win but to destroy the Night Communicator. He had managed to grab it several times using his aura, but had never succeeded in damaging it. Harur was already on the brink of death, but he wouldn’t stop until he completed his mission.

He was ordered by Itai, and his orders are eternal.

"I don’t have time to play around with you. Can you finally just die? I need to end this quickly," Head Bandit muttered.

A massive beam of fire shot out from his sword, and his body blurred even more. He pushed off the air and aimed his sword at Harur.

Harur wasn’t fast enough to dodge this attack, and if it hit him, he would die.

The Head Bandit began to fall toward the ground with incredible speed, his sword aimed directly at Harur’s chest. Harur had no chance of surviving this—it looked like his end.

The Bandit struck him, the ground cracked, and a small crater shrouded in dust formed.

The dust began to settle, and to Head Bandit’s surprise, Harur stood in the center of the crater completely unharmed. His translucent body was even more transparent than usual, while the elite unit had already dealt with the Head Bandit’s guards. Stewart had ordered them to stay back and await Harur’s command. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Harur was the third evolution of a Bone Ghost, so he had a strong ability to become intangible. This was the perfect moment to use it.

Harur had only a sliver of mana left, so he had to use it efficiently. He ordered his units to attack the Head Bandit.

Seven Stage 2 undeath charged toward the Head Bandit without hesitation, who was still confused by how Harur had survived.

While the Bandit was distracted, Harur silently crept behind him. He summoned the last bit of black aura his mana allowed.

The aura approached the Bandit and swiftly pulled the Night Communicator from his pocket and crushed it.

When the Head Bandit saw that, he got furious and tried to lunge at Harur, but Harur was swallowed by the ground and vanished.

The Head Bandit stared at the battlefield with widened eyes. Dead soldiers were being devoured by zombies; not a single one of his bandits remained alive.

Ivy and Aran absorbed the souls, each had a split swing part so they wouldn’t argue. In combat they didn’t even have to try, being Stage 3 they went through the Stage 1 bandits like butter.

Itai pulled back all the skeletons and left the zombies to feed on the corpses, as they were exhausted after the battle.

Flain walked across the battlefield and saw a crouched zombie eating a bandit. That zombie had been a bandit himself, so now he was essentially devouring his own friend.

Flain patted him on the back. "Eat well, you all did a good job," he said with a smirk.

Then he looked ahead—the battle was not yet over. He still had to defeat the commander.

The Head Bandit stood on the other side, his head consumed by negative emotions. He had lost all his men, so had he lost? Lost to a bunch of walking corpses? They had even managed to rob him. He had lost everything—his reputation, his status, and the admiration he had. When the Chief found out, he would never give him such a good position again.

The more he thought about it, the more his anger took control. He had to defeat this black clown, even at the cost of his life. He just had to. This person had taken everything he had worked on for so long...