Reincarnated With An SSS-Rank Talent In An Apocalyptic World-Chapter 59: The Mourning Wretch

Swoosh!

It didn’t take long before we left the mountain range, and at the foot of the mountain were hundreds of people standing on the paved path with anxious eyes.

They must have gathered after the horn had been blown, wondering if Lord Ravus would make an appearance. Not long after, they noticed us flying above them.

I watched as people pointed in our direction while whispering. There was no cheer, just confusion and cautious glances. Clearly, I was not who they expected to see—but I paid them no heed.

When I’m done saving their lives, they will fall on their knees and thank me.

The path to the empire was lonely, filled with farmlands, paved roads, and occasional wooden tents here and there. Soon, I reached the towering stone walls manned by soldiers dressed in golden and red armor.

They were armed with bows and arrows but nothing more than that. For an empire, I expected their walls to be well fortified—but since it led to my castle, I assumed this was their way of showing they meant no hostility toward Lord Ravus.

Swoosh!

"Beautiful city," I muttered.

The city layout was well-planned, with wide and clean roads. The empire’s old conduit line drew clean water from a river coming from the far west, allowing fresh water to be available in every household.

This explained why the place was so clean.

As we moved, I noticed many people coming out of their homes and pointing toward the sky. They seemed just as curious about my identity as those I met beneath the mountain, but I paid them no attention.

Among the normal stone buildings, I could spot villas separated from the regular housing quarters, and I suspected they were the homes of the empire’s noble population. However, these villas paled in comparison to the massive castle located at the center of the empire, surrounded by a body of water that could only be crossed through drawbridges.

Within those castle grounds, I could see catapults manned on the walls and soldiers armed to the teeth. I would have paid more attention to it, if it wasn’t for the stench of death that infiltrated my nose, causing it to twitch in discomfort.

I glanced toward the northern walls, my eyes narrowing at the sight of smoke rising—and entangled with that smoke was a dark miasma looming over the borders of the northern wall.

Catapults were manned, with thousands of archers. Standing behind the gates were soldiers—easily over ten thousand—armed to the teeth, but they were quaking in their boots.

"They are afraid," I muttered in genuine shock.

Ahead, I could only feel the presence of one being, yet tens of thousands of humans were afraid of that being?

Swoosh!

My wings flapped once more, propelling me forward with incredible speed.

"WHO DARES!" I announced my presence with a loud cry as I shot past the empire walls, shooting toward the ground with incredible force!

BOOOM!

With a strength stat of 13 points, the ground beneath my feet caved in, and web-shaped cracks spread within a radius of five meters while a cloud of dust completely covered my figure.

I slowly rose to my feet, and a strong wind blew, pushing the dust away and revealing a being I would never believe existed—if I didn’t see it with my own eyes.

Ding!

[Warning! Mourning Wretch Detected!]

The system notification came a second late. The Mourning Wretch was about 8 feet tall, hunched and gaunt, wrapped in shredded clerical robes, and it floated—never making contact with the earth.

Its body was skeletal but unnaturally long, with elongated limbs that dragged across the ground, leaving behind a trail of black mist.

Its most disturbing feature was its head—a malformed skull with no mouth, only a wide, vertical eye embedded in the center of its face, weeping an endless stream of inky black tears that seemed to burn the ground like acid. Its eye was stitched around the edges, as though it had once been forcibly closed.

From its back, dozens of tiny withered arms extended like broken wings—twitching constantly, each arm whispering in unknown tongues and creating an eerie sound that made my skin crawl. freёwebnoѵel.com

Scattered around this... thing, were bodies of over a dozen soldiers, dead and as stiff as stone. But strangely, they had no injuries on them—not even a cut or bruise.

Several other soldiers stood ahead of me, quivering like children left under cold rain for hours. Their terrified gazes shifted to me. There was still fear in them—but now mixed with confusion.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Suddenly, six figures smashed into the ground behind me consecutively, raising another large cloud of dust. The soldiers yelped in shock and turned to me, tightening their grip on their weapons.

However, as the wind blew away the dust, revealing the Boneward Guardians, their fear was just replaced with shock and confusion.

They didn’t recognize me, but they recognized these Guardians—whom Lord Ravus must have taken into battle numerous times.

"You are not the Vampire Lord..." the Mourning Wretch said in an eerie high-pitched voice, asking the question on everyone’s mind.

But I wasn’t in a hurry to respond. I tilted my head and feigned confusion at first, before snapping my fingers.

Buzz!

[Door skill activated]

The soldiers took a step back as white smoke escaped my body. Forming a mighty white gate behind me, its doors swung open with a loud thud, spitting out Lord Ravus’s corpse.

Bam!

Everyone shuddered as a loud gasp rippled through the soldiers on the battlefield and on the walls. The disbelief in their eyes matched the shock in the eye of the Mourning Wretch.

"You mean him?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "I killed him with these hands."

I watched the soldiers instinctively take a step back. Some even let go of their swords and shields, falling to their knees with a look of shock and despair in their eyes.

Their hero... their God...

He is truly dead!

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