Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 782: Conclusion

Aeloria’s body blurred into a flash of green light.

She reappeared several meters away, one knee bent, one hand already sweeping through the air.

The ground answered.

Vines snapped upward in a tight arc.

Michael’s Fold Blink triggered again.

He was behind her.

Aeloria’s intention shifted with him.

The grass in that direction stiffened, blades rising like needles. A thin line of roots surged beneath the soil and burst out in a jagged curve, trying to catch his ankles as he arrived.

Michael lifted his feet, barely clearing the grab, and struck.

Aeloria pivoted, forearm raised. The strike forced her to slide, but the vines around her legs tightened, anchoring her for an instant before snapping free.

Michael disappeared again.

Aeloria followed and folded through space.

She appeared near him and did not wait.

Her hand snapped forward and the air thickened with pollen fine motes of green. A heartbeat later, a thorned vine lashed out from the ground in a straight line, fast enough to leave a whistle behind it.

Michael Fold Blinked away.

The vine struck empty air.

Where it passed, the wind split, and the grass flattened in a clean groove as if something heavy had dragged across it.

Michael appeared again.

Aeloria was already turning.

A thin ring of vines erupted around her, low at first, then rising, spreading outward like a living net.

Michael’s Fold Blink triggered.

He appeared at the edge of the ring and punched through the opening.

Aeloria slid back, one hand lifted.

The vines tightened.

The opening closed.

Michael’s fist passed through nothing but air, and the gust it produced tore a strip through the grass beyond her, dust rolling like a wave.

He vanished again.

Aeloria folded again.

They crossed the field in a series of silent flashes, leaving behind nothing but scars in the ground and brief blooms of green that withered as quickly as they formed.

And as the exchanges piled up, Michael started to understand.

Aeloria’s law was not just nature in a simple sense.

It was territory.

It was some sort of domain type law.

Michael adjusted and decided to be on the offensive in a different way and not rely on brute force again.

Michael’s eyes narrowed.

Fold Blink.

He vanished and reappeared high above the grass, not near her body, but at the edge of her growing influence. His hands moved in quick, practiced motions, and mana poured out of him without hesitation.

A sphere of fire formed first, dense and bright, then split into several smaller orbs that floated around his shoulders like miniature suns.

Mana Shield flared around him in a pale layer as he fell.

Then he released the first spell.

Acid Bomb.

A green black glob shot downward and burst the moment it touched the ground. The grey earth bubbled for an instant, and a sharp stench cut through the scent of leaves.

Aeloria did not move toward it.

Vines surged up around the bubbling patch, thickening into a ring, and a layer of fresh growth spread over the damaged soil as if the land itself was trying to heal.

Michael did not wait.

Mana Arrow.

A compressed bolt of pale mana screamed forward, aimed at the point where her vines were thickest. It struck and split the growth like a blade through wet rope, scattering shredded leaves and sap into the air.

A second mana arrow followed immediately after, cutting along the same path with brutal precision, widening the opening and blasting apart what had begun to reform.

Aeloria lifted her hand.

Green light flickered.

The broken vines did not fall. They bent, twisted, and rejoined, knotting into a new shape that blocked the next mana arrow before it could reach her.

Michael clicked his tongue silently.

He hadn’t really thought a lot of people with regenerative abilities but it was certainly annoying.

Fold Blink.

He appeared behind her.

Aeloria’s warning flared again, and she folded away in a flash of green, reappearing with one knee bent and one palm already touching the ground.

Roots burst outward in a short wave.

Michael reappeared on the other side of the wave.

His hands rose and the floating fire orbs shot forward at once, spiraling into the air and then slamming down around her in a pattern that forced her to move.

The air heated.

The grass blackened.

Aeloria’s expression tightened for the first time since she awakened her law.

She swept her hand outward.

A surge of green erupted, and a curtain of thick leaves and vines rose from the ground like a living wall. The fire orbs struck it and burst, flames licking across the surface, but the wall did not burn the way wood should. It charred, then regrew, then charred again, the cycle repeating.

Michael poured more mana into the assault.

Mana Arrow after Mana Arrow.

Acid Bombs thrown at angles, forcing the growth to split and heal in multiple places at once.

Aeloria folded again, appearing to the side of the barrier, then lifted her hand.

The ground around Michael responded.

Grass hardened into sharp, pale spikes that rose in a tight ring around his feet, aiming for his ankles and calves.

Fold Blink.

Michael vanished before the spikes completed their rise.

He appeared above her shoulder and cast again.

Acid Bomb.

Aeloria’s eyes flicked.

Her body folded away.

The bomb struck the grass and hissed, eating a shallow trench into the field.

Aeloria reappeared and immediately countered, her hand carving through the air as if she were pulling a thread.

A vine launched upward like a spear.

Not toward Michael’s current position.

Toward the place he was about to Fold Blink into.

Michael’s pupils tightened.

”Enough!!!!”

A loud voice echoed, and suddenly Michael found that he could not move.

A chill rose up his spine as he was about to turn to Caelum for help when he heard the princess say something that left him stunned.

”Father?”

After the princess spoke, suddenly Michael found out he was able to move again.