BXBX NOVEL Chapter 561 The Undead is coming
Chapter 561 The Undead is coming
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the barren landscape, intensifying the eerie atmosphere that hung in the air.
The horizon shimmered with the heat, mirages dancing in the distance as the undead horde advanced with a relentless determination. Mutated beasts, once fierce and wild, now bore grotesque alterations, their bodies twisted and contorted by unnatural forces.
Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly purple light, reflecting a hunger that defied death itself. Massive skeletal structures loomed in the distance, remnants of creatures long extinct, now reanimated and repurposed for a macabre army.
Among the undead ranks, people of various ages and backgrounds shuffled forward, their movements stiff and mechanical. Their clothes hung in tatters, and their skin, pallid and lifeless, bore the marks of decay.
The scent of death and decay permeated the air, creating a pungent and unsettling aroma that clung to the wind.
The landscape, once a vibrant ecosystem, was now a desolate tableau of destruction and despair. The ground cracked beneath the weight of the advancing horde, and the sands seemed to sigh in resignation, bearing witness to the unnatural march of the undead.
Despite the grim circumstances, there was a terrifying beauty in the sheer magnitude of the undead army. Their collective presence was a testament to a force beyond the realm of the living, a reminder of the dark and mysterious powers that lurked in the depths of the desert.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the wastelands in an eerie twilight, the undead continued their relentless advance. The distant silhouette of the city of Milk and Honey stood as a beacon on the horizon, the promise of a gruesome battle that would determine the fate of the land.
The desert wastelands, once a place of harsh beauty, now bore witness to a haunting spectacle, a prelude to the impending clash that would shake the very foundations of the world.
Behind this army, on the back of one of these unforgiving monsters was the commander of this army with the Purple glowing stone deep within its chest.
It looked on at the City of Milk and Honey, its gaze as if to pierce through the veil to meet that of the Primordial beast deep within.
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Meanwhile, back in the City of Milk and Honey,
The arena buzzed with fervent anticipation, the atmosphere crackling with electric energy long before the battle between Victor and Lenny, and Lily and Morgana, was even officially announced.
Whispers swept through the crowd like wildfire, carrying rumors of the impending clash between these formidable pairs of combatants. Spectators leaned in closer to one another, their voices hushed yet eager, exchanging theories and speculations about the outcome of the battle that seemed to be on everyone\'s lips.
In the betting dens scattered around the arena, the odds were recalculated swiftly, the bookmakers adjusting the numbers as the news spread like wildfire.
The clinking of coins and the rustle of betting slips filled the air as punters hurriedly placed their bets, their faces etched with excitement and tension.
The odds for both teams soared, the stakes reaching new heights as the crowd\'s anticipation grew.
Amidst the murmur of conversations, slang, and chants filled the air, echoing the sentiments of the onlookers. "Who will emerge victorious?" they wondered aloud. "Will it be Victor and Lenny, the champions known for their mercy, or Lily and Morgana, the fearsome human eaters?" The question echoed through the crowd, a chant that gained momentum with every repetition.
The fervent anticipation was palpable, the audience on the edge of their seats, eyes glued to the arena floor even before the combatants made their way into the spotlight.
Whispers of strategy and past victories mingled with the scent of excitement, creating an intoxicating brew of tension and curiosity. The clash of these powerful forces became the talk of the Arena, dominating conversations and fueling the collective imagination of the spectators.
In the midst of the anticipation, the arena seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the moment when the Mercifuls and the human eaters would step into the ring, their battle becoming not just a physical contest but a testament to the relentless spirit of competition that gripped the hearts of every spectator present.
The air was charged with the promise of an epic showdown, a battle that would be etched into the annals of the arena\'s history, and the crowd eagerly awaited the spectacle that was about to unfold.
And so it began. Elder Zod stood to his feet and took up the stage as he announced them one after the other.
Lenny and Victor appeared on the stage on one side from a Portal. And on the other side, Morgana and Lily.
The Crowd held their breath in fervent anticipation of this battle.
The Arena had suddenly become silent.
"Do you think we can take them on?" Victor asked in a low tone.
However, unlike expected, Lenny did not answer. His gaze remained locked on Morgana. To be more precise, his gaze was locked in her own as hers was locked in his.
The wind of Imperilment moved, blowing against their clothes, letting the audience understand that these four were not frozen in place but chose not to move on their own volition.
All of a sudden, Lenny moved.
He walked up to the edge of the wide stage, and then he bent down. With a wave of his hand, he used his magic, white as it was to carve in new runes unto the ground.
He did not rush, taking his time during the process.
The moment he was done, the Runes generated into a long chair.
Lenny turned to Victor, "Trust me! This battle has nothing to do with you. Come and sit!"
Victor was taken by surprise at this.
But even more surprising, Morgana patted Lily\'s hair a bit and also asked her to go sit beside Victor.
Although this was a most surprising request, Lily nodded her head and did as instructed of her.
The moment both of them sat side by side on the chair made for them, Lenny waved his hands and a set of runes on the chair glowed up, instantly shielding both of them.
Lenny sighed as he turned to Morgana, "Did you miss me that bad, Morgana, or should I call you..."