Chapter 485 – 485 – Breaking Chains and Advancing

Chapter 485 – Breaking Chains and Advancing

“Rise, warrior’s leg,” one of the cannibals muttered as he extended his foot. He appeared weaker than the previous caster, a cannibal adorned with a colorful headband and chaotic patterns smeared across his face. His filthy leg turned black and began to crumble.

Crack.

The magic backlash had begun.

“Ugh,” the cannibal grunted, clenching his teeth to endure the agony. His muscles, bones, and leathery skin twisted unnaturally, emitting a chilling sound that would make anyone’s skin crawl. Below the knee, his leg detached, turning into a black mass that pooled on the ground. From this black pool, a muscular black leg regrew.

After producing one arm and two legs this way, one of the casters collapsed, bleeding profusely from his eyes and nose. His body imploded inward, forming a pool of black blood, from which a dark, grotesque figure emerged.

The creature had thin arms and legs but no head. Instead, it bore a single newly-formed arm and two legs attached to a soot-like humanoid body. Its lone hand gripped a long, rod-like weapon—a spear, to be precise. It was a dark warrior born of death itself, perhaps best described as a Death Knight, the pinnacle of necromancy.

The sorcery used to create this creature was of a lesser degree, yet it still yielded a formidable result. It began with capturing a skilled warrior, tearing out their heart, and keeping them suspended in a state between life and death for seven agonizing days. Though their body was dead, the sorcery deluded them into believing they still lived.

“Whose heart is that?”

While their body succumbed, their mind remained intact. Once they believed themselves alive, necromantic rituals completed the transformation.

A death-born warrior emerged, incapable of understanding the words of the living or speaking them. Only the primal urge to fight remained—fight, kill, and pierce their enemies.