Cursed Immortality

Chapter 1273: Battle of Myths (2)

The moment the five additional Dukes of Death stepped onto the battlefield, the heavens trembled. Moreover, there were still six more Dukes who remained completely still, their hollow eyes fixed upon the battlefield as if enjoying a performance.

That single scene made every Quasi-Myth from the Mythical Coalition feel an inexplicable chill. After all, no one knew whether they were waiting for orders or waiting for someone to weaken enough to devour.

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‘BOOOOOOM!!’

Right at that moment, the first collision erupted when the Poison Winged Wraith instantly appeared before the Myth of Inferno. Without warning, its skeletal wings exploded apart into countless emerald feathers. Every feather was venomous and carried Death Law.

The Myth of Inferno didn’t retreat as his crimson flames surged around him, and every poisonous feather vaporized before touching him.

The Poison Winged Wraith laughed wildly, “Burn them! Burn them all! I want to hear living flesh scream!”

Its voice carried no dignity, no composure, but only endless hunger. It lunged again before its previous attack had even finished.

Not far from the Poison Winged Wraith, a poisonous skeletal wyvern slowly spread its enormous wings with emerald ghost fire rolled across every bone while corrosive Death Law distorted the surrounding air.

Its empty eye sockets locked onto the Myth of Inferno, “A Fire Wyvern…”

Its voice carried obvious disdain, “…How nostalgic.”

Without another word, it vanished, leaving only a streak of poisonous green.

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Elsewhere…

‘CRAAAAACK!!’

The Death Giant’s colossal hammer collided with the Myth of Thunder’s fist. The collision shattered hundreds of kilometers of clouds. Yet before the Myth of Thunder could counter, another Duke suddenly emerged behind him.

A skeletal beast covered in thunder crystals, it opened its jaws, and a river of black lightning swallowed the battlefield.

“Hahaha!”

The Myth of Thunder roared as azure lightning erupted from every pore as two completely different Thunder Authorities violently collided.

At nearly the same instant, another thunderous roar erupted across the heavens, and a gigantic black skeletal ape carrying a mountain-sized war hammer leaped directly toward the Myth of Thunder. Every step shattered space beneath his feet.

‘BOOM!’

‘BOOM!’

‘BOOM!’

Each landing resembled a falling continent.

“Hahaha!” The Myth of Thunder laughed fearlessly without any hint of fear, watching three terrifying Quasi-Myths attacking him together.

At that moment, lightning exploded around his body. “Finally! Someone worth smashing!”

Lightning and death instantly collided.

‘CRAAAAACK!!’

Neither side yielded or defended, as they only attacked again and again like beasts.

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The Myth of Dark Blaze found himself surrounded almost instantly, as the Curse Lich floated before him. Behind him, a headless skeletal knight quietly unsheathed a sword forged from pure resentment. Above, a gigantic corpse crow covered the heavens.

Three Dukes of Death vs one Quasi-Myth of Mythical Coalition.

The black infernal flames expanded into an endless sea, and the Curse Lich merely laughed.

“More…more darkness…I wish to corrupt it all…”

His curses didn’t suppress the flames; they infected them, and the black fire gradually turned gray. Even Infernal Laws could be contaminated, and the Myth of Dark Blaze’s eyes narrowed.

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The Myth of Venom had barely dispersed the remains of the Death Sun when the sea of emerald mist before him suddenly split apart.

The Myth of Venom encountered an even stranger opponent, the Abyssal Bone Serpent, another poisonous law Quasi-Myth!

Yet unlike him, the serpent had long abandoned venom, and its poison had become Death itself. Every drop carried countless corpse parasites, every breath spread plague, and every scale birthed new curses.

The two poisonous domains collided, emerald against gray, life against death, liquefying the very atmosphere.

Before the collision could stabilize, a skeletal plague shaman and an enormous bloated corpse beast joined the assault. It was again three against one.

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Meanwhile, the Myth of Alchemy calmly manipulated countless revolving formations as bone fragments were continuously dismantled, transforming into metallic constructs.

Just then, an ancient grimoire slowly opened, and across from him floated another skeletal mage. Unlike ordinary liches, countless alchemical circles revolved around the undead’s body.

Every page of its ancient tome recorded forgotten formulas. The skeletal Arch-Lich gently tapped the book. Instantly, thousands of identical alchemical formations unfolded across the heavens.

The Myth of Alchemy’s aged eyes lit up as he muttered, “…Interesting.”

For the first time, he had encountered another alchemist who had reached the Quasi-Myth Realm.

Yet his enemies refused to fight fairly, as the Arch-Lich was not alone; beside it stood a skeletal puppet master with various puppet constructs, and behind them, a corpse titan stood.

But the Myth of Alchemy remained calm as thousands of metallic arrays revolved around him.

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Far away, Jacob quietly watched as another three Dukes drifted toward him. One resembled an enormous skeletal executioner carrying twin crescent blades. The other was a ghostly knight riding a nightmare beast whose hooves burned with gray flames.

Lastly, there was a three-headed python with countless death runes pulsing on its skeletal frame, and all of its heads were covered in ghostly flames.

None of them spoke, but all three of them attacked simultaneously.

Jacob merely raised his black bow, and thousands of black arrows silently materialized around him.

‘BOOM!’

The battlefield instantly fragmented into countless smaller clashes.

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From afar, the remaining six Dukes continued watching everything unfold, and not one of them moved.

The Axe Bone Tyrant rested his colossal axe upon his shoulder, “Their strength exceeds expectations.”

Matron One’s countless skeletal fingers slowly intertwined, “They’re stronger than those ants who invaded years ago.”

The Giant Ghost Worm released a low, unpleasant laugh, “But still…they’re only five.”

The Corpse Wyvern Lord looked toward the increasingly chaotic battlefield, “Against fifteen…their defeat is merely a matter of time.”

The six remaining Dukes stood like silent predators overlooking wounded prey; none showed any intention of joining, at least not yet. Because to them this wasn’t a battle; it was merely the first stage of a hunt!

Below, the endless ocean of undead remained perfectly still; millions upon millions of hollow eyes stared upward, silently watching the Quasi-Myths clash across the heavens.

Right at that moment, the Axe Bone Tyrant slowly lowered his colossal axe toward the Mythical Coalition’s fleets.

His voice spread across the entire battlefield, “Advance.”

The next instant, the endless black ocean moved.

‘BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!’

Like a world-ending tide, hundreds of millions of undead erupted from every canyon simultaneously.

Skeletal infantry charged shoulder to shoulder. Death Knights lowered their lances. Nightmare steeds screamed. Corpse giants shook the earth with every step. Undead flying figures filled the heavens. Countless liches began chanting.

The disciplined formations transformed into an unstoppable avalanche of death; not a single undead hesitated or attempted to preserve itself. Their only instinct was to reach the living, tear them apart, and devour every trace of life.

High above, even the fifteen battling Dukes displayed the same terrifying change; their attacks grew increasingly reckless and violent. They no longer defended or retreated, as every strike ignored injury and every exchange sought only destruction.

It was as though the very concept of fear had been erased from their existence, and for the first time, as they watched both the heavens and the earth descend into absolute chaos, a chilling realization surfaced within the hearts of the Mythical Coalition’s Quasi-Myths.

They had not invaded a weakened kingdom, nor had they entered an ancient ruin, but they had marched directly into the territory of an army born from a God, and that realization came far too late!