Chapter 150: Chapter 148: Beginning of The End (2)
A lone figure leaned against the railing of the makeshift watchtower. The cultist let out a yawn, watching the endless rain.
"No matter how many times I see it, it’s still weird as hell," he mumbled, his chin resting on his palm.
On one side, the sun was shining at its brightest. There wasn’t a single drop wetting the surface. Then his eyes fell on the rotten rain.
He had been there for over a week, and not once had the rain stopped. At first, the smell of the rot was unbearable, but he got used to it over time. The lack of action was the only complaint he had.
Although he had seen many zombies watching him through the rain, none of them ever stepped foot outside the rain. They just stood there watching him, then left.
"What a waste of time this is. At least guarding the sacrificial wall led to some action. This... is just torture."
The railing creaked as he turned around, now resting his back on the railing. Another yawn escaped him, though this time he didn’t bother to cover it, only to regret it.
"Fuck this god awful smell!" the man exclaimed, waving his hands before his face.
However, as he did that, his eyes fell on something.
A figure was watching him through the rainy curtain.
"Tsk, another zombie—"
He scoffed and turned around, but then his eyes widened. His head snapped back towards the rain, and saw the one he was supposed to alert the cult about.
"Mask, check. Suit, check. Black claws, check... shit!"
Blaze watched as the man disappeared into the teleportation circle.
"That was easy," he said, stepping out of the rain. "Hm... so the blightlord is still stuck at Grade-4."
Since the blightlord could control any zombie at or below its level, and Blaze wasn’t in anyone’s control, he knew the so-called God of the cultists was stuck at Grade-4.
That thought should have brought him relief, but that wasn’t the case. Thanks to the toxin, even as a Grade-5, Blaze wasn’t confident he could take down a Grade-4 zombie.
He knew it because he fought Chimera again, and didn’t even last five minutes against him. That time would shorten even more since they would fight under the sun.
It had been a while since Blaze had set foot under the sun. The hammering sunlight would strengthen the humans and weaken him. It was as if his luck had run out, dumping all the misfortunes on him at once.
"It doesn’t matter whether I win or not," Blaze said, kicking a rock. "The plan has to succeed."
Multiple blinding flashes appeared before him. The cultists had arrived there.
"Enforcers or higher-ranked members, at least I think so," he smiled, flexing his fingers. "Over a thousand of them at that."
The cult wasn’t holding back anymore. Nearly twelve hundred of them had shown up there. Yet they didn’t make any moves other than erecting a barrier, blocking Blaze’s only exit.
More than half of them came just to keep this barrier up?
He knew it wasn’t a normal barrier at a glance, but the fact that so many cultists were needed to put up the barrier surprised him.
Then, there was a final flash, and with it appeared a hulking creature, wielding a massive hammer. There was no need to ask who he was.
"Haha! You should have surrendered before, while I was being nice, you fool!" the Blightlord laughed. "At least I would have kept you alive as a pet. Look at you now? All that preparation, and for what?"
Blaze looked back and smiled wanly. It was true he went all out preparing for the battle, but he never thought he’d get pushed into such a situation.
As for the blightlord, it seemed he picked the best undead corpse the cult had at its disposal. Blaze recognized the undead immediately.
A protector, just like David was. However, this guy seemed to have evolved into something more dangerous.
"Well, your lackeys got me," Blaze shrugged. "Here I thought humans wouldn’t stoop to using such tricks, given their enthusiasm about ethics and other bullshit."
"Huh, you’re talking as if you wouldn’t have done the same," Blightlord scoffed.
"You’re right about that," Blaze replied, stretching his legs. "That’s why I’ll head to your bases after killing everyone here. Then use the toxin to make an antidote, before using it on the likes of you."
He continued, "I think I should thank you for everything. I’ll make good use of all of your nuclei. Perhaps I’ll even get you to plead your elegance to me, if you catch my drift."
The blightlord’s ugly face twitched, making him look much worse. He raised his hammer and slammed it into the ground.
"No one will interfere," he snarled, stepping towards the barrier.
"But, my lord—"
The rest of the words disappeared, much like the man, as he got hit by the massive hammer. Not even his bones were left behind, only a crimson mist.
"I said... no one will interfere."
None of the cultists dared to express their disagreement again. Besides, with that hammer, the blightlord could defeat a Grade-5 undead.
Blaze waited as the Blightlord entered the barrier. Without a word, he swung the hammer in Blaze’s direction. His tendrils shot out, wrapping around him for protection.
Boom!
A loud bang echoed as the hammer connected. The swing carried immense strength, even ripping apart the ground without effort. Shock waves spread everywhere, unable to be blocked by the barrier.
The cultists raised their hands to avoid being blown away by the shockwaves. The ones further away were fine, but those right next to the barrier were blown away.
Meanwhile, the barrier was filled with dust. No one inside or outside the barrier could see a thing. But Blightlord was ecstatic. No one could have possibly survived a hit like that.
"Bullseye!"
Blightlord celebrated by thrusting the hammer into the air.
Unfortunately, the smug look on his face didn’t last long.