In that instant, the Godspeed Rune on Pabbet's body lit up, and his figure vanished from sight.
When he reappeared, he was already behind the zombie. Zombies possess powerful senses that don’t rely on their eyes to track an opponent.
Sensing that Pabbet was behind him, the zombie immediately turned and swung both clawed hands—unfortunately, he was far too slow...
Pabbet was already Level 43, and his modifications had focused on boosting his speed. Combined with a magic reactor far beyond what Pabbet could normally handle—one designed for raw power rather than efficiency—he could unleash terrifying amounts of magic. Not only was his movement speed frightening, but his attack speed was more than ten times faster than ordinary alchemical golems!
A Level 43 melee alchemical golem can swing its sword at least ten times per second. Under the Godspeed Rune’s effect, Pabbet could slash over a hundred times in a second—more than half of those strikes would land effectively!
This was just plain bullying...
A blinding crimson light erupted in front of Pabbet. The laser sword, swung so fast it became a curtain of red light, was fueled by extreme magical power—its cutting force pushed to the limit. A Level 42 zombie could never hope to withstand such destructive power...
In an instant, the zombie’s arms—reaching for Pabbet—shattered into dozens of pieces, followed by its head and torso. In less than half a second, its body was slashed thirty or forty times by the laser sword in its extreme state. Even a burrowing beast that could survive underground with its body split in two would be dead for good now...
After killing the zombie in a flash, Pabbet’s back was exposed to Toulse Rodney, Bonecaster, and a squad of Death Knights. Directly ahead, a pale-faced vampire with bared fangs was charging forward.
Toulse Rodney reacted instantly, spitting out a black-gray rune that transformed into a flaming skull, roaring as it lunged toward Pabbet’s back.
Necro Howl—a ninth-level necromantic spell—corrupts the target’s mana on impact, unleashing a terrifying soul assault. It’s like being struck by a hundred fear screams at once; even an alchemical golem wouldn’t walk away unharmed…
Pabbet twisted one hand behind his back, as if that were his true front. His palm faced Toulse Rodney’s Necro Howl, and a black hole opened in the center of his hand.
Meanwhile, his other hand aimed at the vampire—each fingertip morphing into the muzzle of a black void cannon. Crimson rays burst forth, firing in rapid succession.
The rays crisscrossed, forming a strange crimson net that enveloped the vampire. But speed was the vampire’s domain; it flickered left and right, closing in on Pabbet unhindered.
Necro Howl struck Pabbet’s palm and vanished into the black hole, devoured by the system within. The spell’s mana was torn apart and dispersed by the Devouring System, flooding through Pabbet’s body before converging in its core—the Void-Eater, that black substance.
The Void-Eater wasn’t picky. Death magic? No problem. As long as it’s mana, it’ll consume…
A spell without mana left is nothing but a joke…
Taking Necro Howl head-on, Pabbet’s body seemed to stiffen, his flame rays firing chaotically for a moment. The vampire seized the opportunity, darting close and spraying a mouthful of blood that turned into a mist, shrouding Pabbet’s body.
The mist carried potent corrosive and hallucinogenic properties—if it hit a living being, it’d be like swallowing several kilos of psychotropic drugs in one breath…