The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - Chapter 316

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Chapter 316. Death Legion (1)
The cocoon thrashed violently.
And simultaneously, Rielin and Seraphia’s cheeks flushed crimson.
Rielin and Seraphia exchanged a glance, standing before Adrian who would soon awaken.
Ruby-like crimson eyes.
Emerald-hued eyes.
Their gazes met.
Neither spoke a word.
Yet what they were thinking was unmistakable.
As Rielin hesitated whether to open her mouth.
Seraphia covered her face with both hands.
“I, I’m… I’m covering my eyes!”
Seraphia, her ears flushed crimson.
But looking closely, her fingers were spread thinly apart.
Peeking through the gaps.
She was stealing glances at the cocoon.
Then, catching sight of Rielin, she startled!
“I, I’m covering it! Completely!”
She pressed her hands tighter.
“N, now I really can’t see!!”
Which meant she could see just moments ago.
Thump, thump!
The cocoon’s pulsations intensified.
Rielin floundered, uncertain what to do.
Should she cover her face too?
Should she just watch?
…Was it even permissible to watch?
They had already seen each other once before.
There was no reason they couldn’t look a second time.
But staring too openly would invite awkward misunderstandings.
Yet if she turned away completely, she couldn’t respond quickly if Adrian collapsed or something happened.
‘…I have no idea, honestly.’
Rielin ultimately covered only up to her eyes, loosely.
Her fingers remained ambiguously parted.
Waiting with her racing heart, she steadied herself.
“…?”
Yet the cocoon showed no signs of opening.
No matter how much time passed, Adrian made no move to emerge.
Rielin gazed at the cocoon again.
In that moment, a heavy thump.
A thunderous sound echoed.
But it wasn’t the vibration of the cocoon.
This was a resonance from somewhere beneath my feet, deep underground.
‘Yggdrasil?’
Rielin focused her consciousness.
She resonated with Yggdrasil to assess its condition.
Then.
Something appeared.
Within the depths of Yggdrasil, rooted in Whitewolf Territory.
Something existed there.
A presence that dissected and analyzed the very fact of existence itself with surgical precision—.
Empty eye sockets.
An abyss of unknowable depth.
A frozen scream.
It was as if—.
“Gasp!”
Rielin’s breath caught in her throat.
Not her body, but her soul trembled.
Seraphia beside her cried out.
“He, he’s coming out?! Is my brother emerging?!”
Seraphia pressed her fingers together even more tightly.
“Did, did he strip completely?!”
Her ears and the nape of her neck flushed crimson as she shook.
“Open your eyes…!!”
Seraphia slowly lowered the hand that had covered her face.
“Huh…?”
And she blinked.
Somehow, the cocoon remained intact.
Contrary to her expectation of finding Adrian completely naked, the cocoon was still exactly as it had been.
“The Forest Elder… is in danger.”
“What? My brother is?”
Seraphia tilted her head in confusion.
* * *
Hades’ gesture.
A chilling vibration rippled from his fingertips.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Fissures carved themselves into the earth of Whitewolf Territory.
Pitch-black light erupted from within the cracks.
Splinter-crack! Splinter-splinter-crack!
Rotting hands burst through the ground.
Desiccated flesh and shattered bone interlocked, and within the hollow eye sockets, a dark blue flame ignited.
Those who had been buried beneath the earth.
The dead who slumbered in the Underground Vault and beneath the abyss of the netherworld drew breath from the living world once more.
Groooooooaaahhh…!!
Shrieeeeeeeeek…!!
Death descended upon Whitewolf Territory.
Rotting corpses surged across the land of Whitewolf Territory.
Some shambled about, mimicking the gait of humans.
Others crawled on all fours like beasts severed from their umbilical cord.
Animated corpses—zombies.
Reanimated bodies—ghouls.
The dead, already claimed by death, rose again and filled the surroundings.
But that was not all.
Other entities were rising from beneath the ground.
Desiccated bone wielding rusted weapons—skeletons.
Cursed servants wrapped in decaying bandages—mummies.
Corpses still clinging to vitality—jiangshi.
Creak! Crack!
Groooooooooaaahhh…!
Grrgh, Kraaaaahhh!!
Innumerable undead legions surged forth like a tidal wave.
The Werebeast Forces trembled.
They sensed it instinctively.
That this was not prey.
Kee, keeeeek!
Uuuugh!
The fur of the Werebeast Forces stood on end.
Their bodies quivered.
Yet they were not overcome by fear.
Zombies shambling forward slowly.
Ghouls charging on all fours.
Twisted skeleton soldiers….
All were lesser undead.
Though not prey, they were certainly not beyond their capacity to bite.
The Werebeast Forces bared their fangs and claws, ready for battle.
In that moment.
Hiiiiiiing─!!
A colossal black steed burst from the darkness, sweeping across the ground.
The warrior atop it held his own severed head in one hand.
In the other, he gripped a greatsword.
Headless soldiers, Dullahan.
Dozens of Dullahan emerged from the darkness and mist.
And before all of them.
A single figure clad in black steel armor revealed itself.
A burning helm.
Eyes blazing with spectral blue flame.
Death Knight.
The moment he appeared, the Werebeast Forces were seized by terror.
Kiiiiing….
Ki, ki-keeng….
They folded their ears, curled their tails, and stumbled backward.
Though the Werebeast Forces knew nothing of history.
That the Capital had burned.
That legendary knight orders had been annihilated.
They did not know that the Death Knight’s name was always attached to the shadows of such history.
Yet they felt it instinctively.
The Death Knight’s overwhelming power.
The Werebeast Forces could sense that this undead could not be bitten by fangs, could not be torn by claws.
The Death Knight raised his sword and pointed it toward one direction.
Count Whitewolf’s Castle.
With death’s destination determined, the undead legions surged forward in unison.
* * *
Rielin suddenly cried out that Adrian was in danger.
Rielin steadied her ragged breathing and continued.
“Right now, nature is responding to an incredibly powerful life force. No—it’s trying to restore balance.”
“Balance?”
“This world, nature always seeks to maintain all balance.”
Before one force tilts to extremes, a concept of opposite nature emerges.
As water swallows fire before it spreads too far.
As earth holds back water before it floods too much.
As trees absorb earth’s nutrients before the land grows too vast.
As steel fells trees before they exhaust the earth’s bounty.
As fire melts steel before it cuts down all the trees.
Nature is not merely mutual aid and symbiosis.
Mutual destruction and opposition are also nature’s law.
Life and death.
These two forces maintain balance with each other, forming a single flow.
But now.
“The life force possessed by the Forest Elder is too strong.”
It was a transcendent vitality that not only shattered the entire flow but would ultimately subjugate nature itself.
“That’s why nature summoned death.”
To restore balance.
“You mean….”
“Nature is trying to kill the Forest Elder.”
Rielin’s words hung in the air.
Seraphia’s face drained of all color.
Nature was trying to kill Adrian!
And in doing so, had summoned death itself!
“Is… is such a thing even possible?!”
Seraphia asked.
But no answer came from Rielin.
Gwooooooooooo…!!
Kyaaaaaaaaaak…!!
Screams echoed from outside.
They were not the cries of the living.
“The undead!”
Rielin turned toward the window and cried out.
Seraphia followed her gaze through the glass.
Beyond the window lay the landscape of Whitewolf Territory shrouded in death… or so it should have been.
But what was this?
-Next! Send in the next rotting bastard~!
-Why are these undead so weak?
-Did they expire?
The soldiers of Whitewolf Territory were sweeping through the undead like they were nothing.
“Eh…?”
“Um…?”
Seraphia and Rielin’s eyes widened in unison.
* * *
The undead legions marched toward Count Whitewolf’s Castle.
In the very moment death came surging forward.
“All units, prepare for battle!!”
Sarpedon’s roar tore through the air.
In that instant, the soldiers of Whitewolf Territory moved with perfect synchronization.
They tightened their armor and raised their shields.
Drawing their weapons, they swiftly formed their ranks.
“They’re heading straight for Count Whitewolf’s Castle where Adrian is!!”
Sarpedon bellowed once more.
In that moment, the soldiers’ eyes blazed with fierce determination.
Their grip on shield and weapon tightened with renewed strength.
“Don’t let those rotting abominations set foot inside!!!”
The soldiers roared in unison.
And then.
The undead horde descended upon them.
Corpses surging forward like a tidal wave.
The moment that first wave reached the soldiers, the zombies were swept away first.
Gawk?!
The Werebeast Forces leaped up in perfect synchronization.
The Werecat warriors perked up their ears in surprise.
The Wererabbits’ eyes went wide.
Everyone gasped at the sight of the zombies obliterated in an instant.
But it didn’t last long.
Ghouls filled the void left by the zombies.
At that moment.
“What, these beasts?”
Crunch!
The ghouls were swept away just the same.
“How dare you call those things beasts? Calling them beasts in front of our Nekomimi-chan is an insult, an insult!”
Crunch! Crunch!
“Isn’t that right, Nekomimi-chan?”
Meoooowww?!!
A Werecat trembled in shock.
Even so, the undead legion pressed forward relentlessly.
“Don’t worry, Nekomimi-chan. I’ll protect you!”
“…You insane bastard. No wonder your brother beats you to death.”
“Here I come, Nekomimi-chan!!”
Putrid blood erupted as the ghoul was swept away.
“Next! Next rotting corpse, come on~!”
Skeleton soldiers surged forward.
Crack!
The skull shattered into pieces.
A mummy swung its decayed wrappings.
Snap!
The bandages tore and the torso crashed to the ground.
Jiangshi leaped forward in assault.
Thud!
Struck by the shield, bones and flesh twisted and bounced back.
“Why are these undead so weak?”
“Did they expire?”
Crunch! Thud!
“That’s not it—we’ve simply grown stronger.”
The soldiers of Whitewolf Territory, blessed by Yggdrasil, could now wield aura without exception.
The aura gathered at the tip of each blade possessed power rivaling that of the Knight Order.
“Above all, this Dragon equipment is absolutely absurd.”
Armor woven from Dragon scales could even block aura blades.
Weapons honed with Dragon claws exhibited performance identical to aura blades in their own right.
Yet they did not reject the aura.
Rather, they amplified the aura’s power dozens of times over.
“Hyaaaaaaah!!”
Sarpedon pressed the Death Knight back relentlessly.
* * *
The landscape of Whitewolf Territory visible from above.
“Eh…?”
“Uh, wh-what…?”
Seraphia and Rielin could not settle their wide, astonished eyes.
The scene unfolding before them was entirely different from what they had anticipated—a landscape where death should descend.
-Wow! The Death Knight just got pushed back?
-Sarpedon! You’re incredibly strong!!
-I won’t lose either! I’ll show Nekomimi-chan how impressive I am!!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
…What was this atmosphere?
What on earth was it?
“Uh…?”
“Wh-what…?”
Seraphia and Rielin stared blankly down at the battlefield.
Boom!!
The earth trembled with a deafening roar.
The undead shattered and scattered in all directions.
The Death Knight was driven backward.
And in that moment.
Ssssssshhhhhhh─!!
A thick and ominous mist engulfed the battlefield.
From within it, other undead emerged.
Draugr, the cursed submerged.
Specter, the formless phantom.
Phantom, the enraged spirit.
All were undead of the spiritual order.
Beings that could not be confronted through physical force alone.
They released their malevolent thoughts in unison.
Kehehehehehe!
Kyaaaaaaaaaah-!
The whispers seeping into their ears were supposed to devour the soldiers’ minds in an instant—except they didn’t.
-Huh? Did I just hear something strange?
The mental assault failed entirely.
-Something whispered, but was it just my imagination?
-Could it be Nekomimi-chan’s telepathy?
Not a single soldier fell into confusion.
No one saw any illusions.
Eek, eek?!
Waaaaaah?!
The wraiths panicked.
These soldiers should have been clutching their heads in terror.
Some wraiths squeezed out even greater fear.
But the soldiers didn’t flinch.
As if their minds were clad in dragon armor, they deflected every illusion and whisper.
“W-what?”
“Wh-what?”
…Only Seraphia and Rielin were confused.

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