Dig Up the Sun Emperor's Legacy: I Build an Invincible Undead Legion Chapter 238: Battle

Suddenly, that horse face went ballistic,

"Back then you said you'd pass the chieftain spot to ,

year after year, why won't you just croak!

Why won't you die!"

The horse face scread in complete ltdown, features twisting.

"Enough!"

The old centaur chieftain's nostrils flared with hot air, and with a thunderous roar, his raging blood energy transford into a snarling dragon, charging forward.

"Tsk tsk, old bastard's got so fire left!"

The waxy man's cold gaze suddenly turned arctic, and instantly all the sewn faces exposed on his body opened their eyes in unison, expressions twisted in horrible agony.

Whoosh!

The twisted faces on the waxy man's body all spat out streams of dusk-yellow breath at once,

In a heartbeat, they slamd into the towering blood dragon.

Bang!

With a bone-rattling crash, the dusk-yellow breath nailed the blood dragon square in the forehead, and it vanished with a dying wail.

The old centaur chieftain suddenly coughed up blood, his face looking like death ward over,

"You actually know that move's weak spot!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, all thanks to your precious student."

Just as the old centaur chieftain took the hit, the Twilight cultists behind the man each glowed with dusk-yellow spiritual light, fanatic expressions spreading across their waxy faces,

"Twilight! Everything shall end in the realm of twilight!"

Creepy chanting spread as this bunch of Twilight cultists launched vicious attacks on the centaurs.

"Move out! Protect the chieftain!"

The centaur guards gripped their spears and charged forward, imdiately diving into chaos.

The waxy man cracked his neck, completely ignoring his lackeys' battle, staring at the old centaur chieftain with hungry eyes, like he was eyeing a pri steak.

"Old fool, fork over the sacred relic!"

Before he finished talking, streams of dusk-yellow breath shot out. Despite having the upper hand, the waxy bastard actually launched a cheap shot!

"Want the sacred relic!"

Whoosh!

The old centaur chieftain swallowed the blood in his mouth, the matted fur on his body quickly catching fire, transforming into terrifying spiritual power, instantly healing all his wounds completely,

This was the badass ability the centaur chieftain gained when advancing to Controller on the Berserker pathway—as long as blood energy remained, the fight went on!

"This old man will give it to you!"

The centaur chieftain roared, incredible blood energy gathering in his weathered hands,

With one punch, the terrible blood energy transford into a massive horse head, roaring as it swallowed the dusk-yellow breath and kept charging toward the waxy man.

Twilight cultists in the way got shredded to pieces, but the waxy man didn't even flinch.

The dusk-yellow mark on his forehead suddenly blazed,

Boom! Boom!

Explosions rocked the earth, shock waves rolled, and the massive horse head engulfed the waxy man, seemingly having torn him apart.

The centaur soldiers looked pumped,

"That freak's toast!"

"The old chieftain's a monster!"

"Kill 'em all! Don't let a single one escape!"

Shouting, they charged at the Twilight cultists.

But these Twilight cultists didn't panic at all, instead showing shit-eating grins.

"Sothing's wrong! Everyone fall back!"

The old centaur chieftain bellowed, his old eyes locked on the explosion's center,

A tall figure was barely visible in the dust.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

Accompanied by sick hissing sounds, the Twilight cultists suddenly went batshit crazy, one after another ignoring the centaur warriors' spears and throwing themselves into the dust.

Bone-chilling sucking sounds followed, and the tall figure in the dust beca increasingly bloated, rapidly expanding...

"Roar!"

With a roar, the dust cleared, revealing a massive abomination with countless sewn faces breaking free.

Stinking dusk-yellow flesh stretched these grueso twisted human faces, making teeth-grinding creaking sounds.

"Tsk tsk! Tsk tsk!"

"Die die! Go die!"

"Twilight cos!"

"I'm the chieftain! Why won't you bow to !"

"..."

The grueso twisted human faces made chaotic roaring sounds, like countless people whispering in your ear.

"Crack crack!"

This massive nightmare that had absorbed nurous Twilight cultists twisted its thick neck, and over ten pairs of dusk-yellow giant hands suddenly stretched out,

Under the low moaning of the grueso twisted faces, the dusk-yellow hands sliced through the air, instantly closing in on the berserk old centaur chieftain.

The old centaur chieftain angrily stepped forward, violent blood energy instantly surging up, raising a wall of blood energy that radiated crushing presence.

"Boom!"

The instant the blood energy wall appeared, over ten pairs of dusk-yellow hands had already attacked, carrying hellish power as they stabbed into the blood energy wall, hissing with steam.

Veins bulged on the old centaur chieftain's face, scalding blood drops rolling down his head,

For the sake of his people behind him, he absolutely could not give ground.

Seeing this, the massive creature's eyes showed human-like mockery,

The twisted human faces floating in midair suddenly shot out, one after another diving into the blood energy wall and actually began chowing down on it with gusto.

The blood energy wall swayed like a house of cards. The old centaur chieftain imdiately spat out heart blood, sending it into the blood energy wall, which imdiately steadied.

After spitting out this heart blood, the old centaur chieftain's figure instantly beca hunched, his aura weakened by more than half.

He couldn't worry about that now, ordering his people:

"Get moving! Evacuate the tribe!"

This twisted creation of the Twilight Cult, with a Controller at its core fused with nurous Twilight cultists, he could only hold off for so long,

"Go find the half-elf! Only that mysterious half-elf envoy might be able to deal with this nightmare."

The old centaur chieftain was wise with age, having lived through hell and back,

Since the half-elf envoy had the stones to co to the centaur tribe to investigate, regardless of his agenda, he at least packed power equal to a Controller.

"Chieftain!"

The centaur soldiers gritted their teeth,

The monster before them wasn't sothing they could handle.

Except for a few who desperately wanted to protect their chieftain and stayed,

The rest imdiately pulled back, following the chieftain's orders—so evacuating the tribe, others hauling ass to find Carlos.

The old centaur chieftain's words didn't escape the massive creature's ears. Its lantern-sized pupils showed mockery:

"Old fool, too late!"

The ten-plus pairs of dusk-yellow hands stuck in the blood energy wall suddenly swelled, terrible power tearing,

The just-reinforced blood energy wall imdiately developed hole after hole, swaying dangerously as if it would get ripped to shreds any second.

The old centaur chieftain's blood energy turned pale, and under the strain of their connection, he got hamred again, his hunched body failing to stay upright as he dropped to one knee.

"Old fool, why turn down the easy way only to take the hard road?

When you're worm food, won't the sacred relic still be mine?"

The massive creature's voice thundered, already tasting victory,

Soon, damn soon he could devour this feast before him.

As long as he moved fast enough, snagging the centaur sacred relic before human reinforcents showed up.

Even sacrificing the lives of many elite Twilight cultists would be worth every drop of blood.