754 Azure teorite
At the end of the day, the Saphirelake Military Academy did not only allow Descendants to stretch out their helping hand. They also allowed Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs to help out.
At first, the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs didn't see a reason to help the humans in the Sacred Desert. Most humans had been discriminating against them for years until Michael and so others appeared to support them. Only now did they create an academy where everyone from the Tritan Alliance could apply.
Despite the Tritan Alliance's initial problems, the situation has improved greatly since last year. The Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs didn't feel that helping the Lords in the Sacred Desert was a bad idea.
First, they were war-loving races. They enjoyed fighting the Undead forces, and that was what they did. They joined the Descendants and fought the Undead forces with their trendous physical prowess. They were stronger than most humans and showed that clearly.
Most wielded war-axes, Morningstars, Clubs, or other blunt weapons which amplified the force applied through the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs' physical strength.
They showed everyone their might and how useful their support was against the Undead forces. The Awakened gained countless energy influxes in response to their actions and kills. This was good training and granted them more strength to advance faster, which was sothing they needed after hearing what happened to the War Priestess.
The War Priestess' death was unexpected and a bad on, but hearing how their people had been overwheld by their own land was even worse.
The Warlock Centaurs and Berserkers may not be afraid of dying in battle, but that didn't an they wanted their people to die as collateral damage to a fight that wasn't theirs.
The Awakened's desire to protect their people skyrocketed. There was no way that they could sit back and do nothing when treasure troves of rit points, energy influxes, and other treasures were waiting for them in the Sacred Desert.
They had to do sothing. They had to grow stronger! A group of Berserkers charged into the masses of Undead Awakened. The Berserkers severed the Undead Awakened in two halves and bashed their heads rcilessly. They killed over a hundred Undead in a minute and continued moving swiftly. Their attacks were powerful enough to kill most enemies with a single strike, as the Undead didn't evade their attacks.
Simultaneously, their stamina wasn't drained as fast as most would suspect. After all, Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs were perfectly trained warriors. Their physique was naturally better than most athletes, and they refined their superior physique even further. It was no wonder the
Berserker and Warlock Centaurs killed thousands of Undead without their Soultraits before their stamina started dwindling.
Unfortunately, the Undead changed their tactic at so point. They seed to adapt to their enemies and changed their movents slightly. It initially felt like a minuscule change, but the Berserkers and Warlock Centaurs noticed that every subtle adjustnt created bigger changes in the grand sche.
Maybe tens of thousands of Undead died at the hands of their enemies, but it grew increasingly more difficult to kill them as ti passed. It was almost like the Undead learned and adapted from the failure of their kin.
At so point, Zeke and the others realized that the Undead were like a hive mind. It was not the sa, but very similar. The Undead were connected by so unknown ans, with an individual—or multiple-controlling the masses, allowing them to adapt and improve.
"Soone is standing on the Bone Titan!" Zeke shouted at so point. The Eye of Illusion spasd when he looked at the figure standing on the Bone Titan's shoulder. His other eye widened in surprise, as it was the first ti that he had major issues with his Soultrait.
His 6-Star Soultrait was powerful, and his Tier was not low either. Nonetheless, the being standing on the Tier-4 Bone Titan seed to have the ans to affect his Eye of Illusion.
A heavy pressure descended upon Zeke as the figure glanced over to him. His breathing grew rough, and his vision blurred. Beads of sweat poured down his temples, and it was only a matter of seconds before his back was drenched in sweat as well.
He felt like he was about to collapse at any mont.
The figure leaped high into the air, where it remained. Burst of black flas erged underneath its feet, keeping the figure in the air as it raised one arm. A bony arm covered with leathery skin entered Zeke's view, but he couldn't pay much attention. A fireball, eerily black, conjured above the bony arm.
The fireball expanded rapidly until the black fireball was the size of a large building complex. The Descendants swallowed hard, only for Kaleb to shout, "Soul Flas!"
Zeke and the others paled upon realizing that Kaleb was correct. The black fireball had been conjured from Soul Flas. They couldn't be blocked with physical ans and burned quickly through origin energy and souls.
The bony arm descended slowly, and the black fireball followed suit. The fireball was about to smash to the ground when a tiny star blinked high up in the air. It was not even dark yet, but a small star shone brightly high in the sky.
It was odd that the star high up in the sky was growing large.
"A teorite?" Soone guessed aloud as the star shot down to the ground. It expanded until one could make out a blazing object. It crashed down from the sky, leaving behind azure trails, until the body smashed heavily into the bony figure.
The bony figure didn't expect soone to appear above it without warning. There hadn't been a sign that soone had teleported above it, and it would have sensed that. Yet, sothing crashed into it, hurling the figure to the ground. Simultaneously, the azure flas coating the teorite split up and shrouded the black fireball. Everyone's eyes widened as the black fireball disappeared. The azure flas had swallowed it, and it transford into a youthful girl before they returned to the teorite.
The girl transford back into blazing azure flas that coated the teorite, or what the Descendants had presud to be a teorite.
A heavy groan escaped the teorite's lips before his eyes fell upon the mountains of Undead corpses.
"Did I miss the fun?"
Zeke and Kaleb glanced at each other for a few seconds, their confusion apparent.
They were very familiar with the voice coming from the azure body. It was a voice they would never be able to forget.
"Michael?" Lincoln was the first to voice out his confusion.
The azure flas flickered wildly as the man got up from the ground. He stretched his sore body before turning around, revealing his azure-flaming armor to the others.
"Oh, hey. I didn't expect you to co to the Sacred Desert as well. It's a little bit boring here, don't you think so?" Michael asked with a faint smile.
He conjured a large Qi Blade when the Bone Titan roared to stomp him to death and frowned deeply. Purgatory Flas shrouded the Qi Blade, transforming it into a dazzling blade that whizzed through the air like a shooting star.
The Qi Blade pierced through the Bone Titan's skull and Undead Core, killing the Tier-4 monstrosity before it could attack Michael.
Kaleb and the others swallowed hard.
"Yeah...it was way too boring..."
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