Cursed Immortality

Chapter 1226: When Mighty Meets Mightier! (2)

“O’ sacrilege mortal, die in misery!”

The instant the Undead Lich King’s roar shook the heavens, the entire Death Grave-Sealing Dome trembled violently.

The endless tides of death aura beneath him surged upward like black oceans ascending into the sky itself. Countless undead armies below instantly knelt in terror as if their very souls had sensed the fury of their sovereign.

Even Axe Bone Tyrant paused mid-swing, and Corpse Wyvern Lord’s cunning gaze stiffened slightly.

Because for the first time since his awakening within the Undead Skyfall Canyons, the Undead Lich King had become genuinely enraged, for Jacob had dared to look down upon him.

After all, for the Undead Lich King, mercy was something he granted, and fear was something others offered, yet this unknown existence had spoken to him as though sparing him was some trivial favor.

The fractured eclipse halo behind the Undead Lich King began rotating faster and faster as layers of death law erupted from his colossal frame. The gray barrier around the battlefield screamed as countless ghostly faces fused into the formation itself.

Cracks spread through the surrounding space, and the atmosphere itself began dying as his purple-black soul flames burned wildly as he slowly raised the Staff of Sky Downfall.

At that moment, the ancient artifact awakened completely. The fossilized skull atop the staff opened its jaws soundlessly while endless dark silver runes flooded outward like rivers of living curses. The pressure radiating from the staff instantly surpassed the level of ordinary Quasi-Myths.

Jacob quietly observed all this beneath his hood as he could clearly sense that the true danger wasn’t the Undead Lich King himself, but it was the Mythical Rank Artifact!

Without the Staff of Sky Downfall, the Undead Lich King was merely somewhat stronger than an ordinary Quasi-Myth. Still powerful, but ultimately trapped beneath the restrictions of the Legendary Plains.

But the staff, that thing was different for its existence already partially exceeded the limitations of the Middle Plains.

Jacob’s pale ghostly flames flickered faintly beneath the hood. At the same time, he could already sense the chaotic battle erupting beneath the barrier.

Axe Bone Tyrant and Corpse Wyvern Lord had begun their massacre, and although Elia had become extremely powerful, facing two peak Quasi-Myths simultaneously was still far beyond her current ability. Especially within this sealed battlefield.

Jacob had no intention of wasting more time with this arrogant undead.

The moment the Undead Lich King raised the staff completely, Jacob’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Slumber Hex!”

Thereafter, the world suddenly became quiet as Jacob silently invoked the Slumber Hex; even the violent death storms around them seemed to freeze unnaturally.

The Undead Lich King’s raging soul flames abruptly flickered as his raised staff halted midair, and the terrifying death aura around him rapidly weakened.

Thereafter, his enormous skeletal body swayed slightly, and the purple-black flames within his hollow sockets dimmed at a visible speed.

It was obvious that the Slumber Hex had succeeded, and even the arrogant Undead Lich King’s consciousness had been forcefully dragged into unconsciousness.

Jacob wasn’t surprised as the Slumber hex was something that even Quasi-Myths could not resist.

But just as Jacob prepared to move past the sleeping Undead Lich King, something suddenly squirmed within the Staff of Sky Downfall.

Jacob also sensed it, and his eyes flickered slightly as he felt a familiar yet profound aura.

A tiny droplet slowly emerged from the fractured skull atop the staff, and the moment it appeared, the surrounding heavens darkened.

The death aura in the environment instinctively retreated; even space itself seemed unable to endure its presence.

The droplet shimmered with a gentle, mesmerizing brilliance, neither gold nor silver, but an ever-shifting iridescence, like dawn mist caught beneath pale moonlight.

Yet beneath that divine beauty lay a primal, ancient terror, as it resembled the gaze of a deity, coldly staring down upon creation itself.

Jacob’s ghostly eyes instantly contracted with astonishment as his Eyes of Judge activated instinctively…

‘Godly Faith Nectar!’

Jacob instantly recognized it because this very substance had long been placed among his highest priorities to obtain.

But before Jacob could react further, the drop of Godly Faith Nectar suddenly shot forward, directly into the Undead Lich King’s skull.

The instant it fused…

‘BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!’

A horrifying pressure erupted from the Undead Lich King’s frame, and this pressure was completely different from before.

The dimmed soul flames reignited instantly, but no longer purple-black, for now they burned with pitch-black flames.

Two dark runic horns erupted from his forehead, curved like the antlers of some infernal beast. Countless black runes spread across his obsidian armor like living veins.

Thereafter, at the apex center of his skull, a vertical eye slowly opened, and it was completely black like the abyss. The moment it opened, the surrounding heavens fell into absolute silence.

Jacob’s expression finally became serious because the existence before him was no longer the Undead Lich King.

The aura radiating from this transformed being was profoundly terrifying. More importantly, Jacob sensed something within that aura that he had only ever felt from Whiteness before…divine power!

Although this divine power felt incomparably weaker and far from Whiteness’s terrifying level, it was unmistakably profound and originated from the Godly Faith Nectar.

Before, he had never truly understood the Godly Faith Nectar’s purpose beyond containing incomprehensible divine properties and the power of a Faith God.

But now, after watching it emerge from the mythical artifact itself and this sudden transformation of the Undead Lich King, Jacob finally realized another terrifying function of the Godly Faith Nectar.

‘Did this guy use it to serve as a medium for some God’s descent?!’ The moment that thought surfaced, Jacob became solemn and fully alert.

At that moment, the transformed Undead Lich King slowly lowered his head, and the black eye upon his skull locked directly onto Jacob.

Thereafter, an emotionless voice echoed out, but it wasn’t the Undead Lich King’s; it contained countless voices, overlapping like divine echoes from ancient heavens.

“O’ Hellspawn…declare your True Name and submit to the Undead Skyfall!”