Chapter 1510
Gimble patted Leon on the shoulder, jolting him out of his reverie.
Leon quickly grabbed Gimble. This not-so-bright fellow, though a gnome ghoul, had been a companion for so long—he couldn't just watch him march off to his death.
"Gimble, listen to me. You'd better not go, or at least stay at the very back. Ideally, just leave this place. The coming battle will be brutal—never mind, you probably won't understand. Let me put it this way: If you don't leave now, you'll never be able to cast fire again, never get to burn those damned Mourning Vultures.
Don't go to the front lines, got it? And don't meet the Hunger Knight..."
With that, Leon didn't bother checking if Gimble understood, hurrying away. He knew Gimble would follow the excuse about Mourning Vultures to the letter.
Leon left Gimble's territory, transforming into the most ordinary skeleton and blending in with the undead army, weaving his way toward the Blighted Domain.
The Blighted Domain was now almost entirely occupied by the Northend Allied Forces. The battlefield stretched along its edges, the ground so densely packed with undead that it was impossible to count them. Leon slipped among them, utterly inconspicuous.
But after weaving through for a while, Leon sensed something was off. The undead were beginning to fall back; the relentless tide that had been charging the Northend Allied Forces was now receding, like the ebb of the sea.
If Leon tried to move against the flow, he'd be painfully conspicuous. He had no choice but to retreat with the undead tide.
Suddenly, Leon's soul began to tremble—a premonition of death surged forth. The instant it appeared, Leon vanished from his spot; the ground beneath him exploded with a thunderous bang, and every skeleton within a hundred meters was shredded to pieces. The skeleton Leon had disguised himself as became a blurred afterimage, darting toward the Blighted Domain.
I've been discovered...
That thought flashed through Leon's mind. He didn't bother thinking about how or why—he just knew that if he stayed with the undead any longer, once all four knights appeared, no one could save him.
Leon had barely escaped when, right where he'd been standing, a zombie over three meters tall materialized. Thick, dark green smoke billowed around its body, oily and foul, lingering in the air. Even as an undead, Leon could smell its bizarre stench—as if the odor seeped straight into his soul.
The zombie landed where Leon had just stood, and the ground, unable to bear the weight, groaned in agony. Hundreds of meters collapsed into a massive pit, a terrifying shockwave sweeping out in a destructive tide, instantly obliterating everything within seven or eight kilometers.
Any undead caught in the shockwave, no matter their rank, were torn to pieces. Skeletons were dismembered, their bones shattered further by the blast, until nothing remained but ash...
The towering zombie hovered above the pit, watching Leon flee with a twisted grin—like he'd just found a new toy to play with.
Plague Knight...
Just by dropping in—without even attacking—he unleashed a force rivaling a ninth-level single-target spell. If Leon had been caught, he'd be dead for sure!
"Foolish human, return my scepter. Give back my heart, and I will grant you a merciful death..."