My Celestial Ascension Chapter 948: An Infinite Number Of Undeads
Previously on My Celestial Ascension...
Fiery projectiles illuminated the darkened heavens as countless arrows descended upon the advancing undead legion.
Sishhhhh!!!!
A cacophony of ghastly shrieks erupted from the undead as the arrows found their marks, igniting their forms instantly.
The horrific sounds of their screams sent tremors through the souls of the warriors, an unnatural wailing that sent ice through their veins.
Yet, even as the undead burned, another wave surged forward with unyielding momentum, their unholy cries piercing the air.
"H-How are we possibly expected to fight something like this...?" someone stammered, their voice trembling as they gazed at the unfolding horror.
"Can we even hope to defeat them... they seem endless!!"
"More and more undead keep appearing... This is simply overwhelming!"
A wave of dread washed over the warriors as they watched the relentless charge of the undead, crushing their fallen comrades without a hint of mercy.
"What are you waiting for?! Load your bows and unleash your damned arrows!"
Suddenly, a sharp, commanding voice cut through the fear and hesitation, galvanizing the warriors.
Swish!! Swish!! Swish!!
Tens of thousands of arrows once again ascended, raining down upon the undead horde.
Despite the onslaught, the undead pressed onward, thousands falling, yet their advance was not halted.
King Evander observed the scene with a frigid gaze, witnessing the undead march through the inferno without faltering.
He turned to his people, his expression resolute, and proclaimed, "Prepare yourselves, everyone! It is time for us to engage!"
"There is but one decree for this battle etched into history—annihilate as many as you can. Unleash a carnage that will echo across this battlefield!" King Evander's voice boomed across the frontier, fanning a blazing inferno within the hearts of the vampires.
"Slaughter them until not a single one remains... eradicate their very existence!"
Upon hearing these words, the vampires surged forward with ferocious might against the incoming undead, unleashing devastating explosions that rocked the battlefield.
Employing their blood arts, the vampires transmuted their own blood into a myriad of weaponry, wielding them with absolute control to decimate the undead.
As the vampires charged, the archers ceased their direct volleys at the immediate undead, but instead, they shifted their focus outward.
They loosed arrows with maximum range, targeting undead far beyond the frontline engagement, thus thinning their overwhelming numbers and granting the vampires a crucial edge.
However, this measure did little to impede the relentless march of the undead; they continued their determined advance, undeterred by the casualties inflicted by arrows or the prowess of the vampires.
The battlefield thundered with chaos, the clash of steel a ceaseless echo, rivers of blood staining the earth, flames raged unchecked, and explosions rent the very ground.
Lilith watched the unfolding battle with a brow furrowed in concern, her succubi warriors standing steadfastly beside her.
"If this assault continues, our losses will far exceed those of the undead... their numbers are a hundredfold greater than ours..." she murmured, her voice taut with anxiety, her fists clenched tightly.
"At this pace, we will not endure even a few hours, with no respite from this relentless onslaught..."
As the conflict intensified, her voice faded, the dire state of affairs clearly unfavorable to the allied forces, deepening her apprehension regarding the war's eventual outcome.
"I believe it is time for us to join the fray as well... after all, the vampires and the archers alone cannot hold the line much longer," declared Werewolf King Vargan, his voice a low rumble, his expression unreadable.
"Indeed. It would be prudent for us to act now," Emperor Rhex concurred, a determined glint in his eyes.
"Then let us proceed. We cannot permit King Evander and his forces to confront this horde alone," Queen Lilith added, a frustrated bite escaping her lip.
A magnificent pair of bat-like wings unfurled from her back, yet they differed from those of the vampires, possessing a denser, distinct texture and form.
Reaching to her waist, she drew her daggers, gripping their handles with steadfast resolve, and launched herself skyward like a speeding projectile.
Once she achieved a considerable altitude, she plummeted earthward with astonishing velocity, hurtling towards the undead below.
Her daggers sliced through the skeletal forms with effortless grace, shattering their cores, and the undead dissolved into dust the instant their cores were obliterated by her blades.
"Look! It is the Succubus Queen! She has finally entered the conflict!!"
"Such remarkable speed! She eliminated over fifty undead in a single swift blow!"
"And she still appears to be holding back! As expected of the Succubus Queen, her power is truly formidable!"
The warriors' attention instantly shifted towards the section of the battlefield where Queen Lilith commenced her brutal assault, annihilating the undead with a cold, impassive expression.
Eyes wide with sheer astonishment, they remained captivated by Queen Lilith's silhouette as she elegantly traversed the chaotic battlefield, a legion of countless undead swarming around her.Her daggers weaved through the air with practiced grace, effortlessly cleaving through desiccated bones and decaying flesh, annihilating the undead cores without the slightest hint of struggle.Yet, despite her valiant efforts, the tide of the undead showed no sign of receding. They continued to surge forth from the oppressive dark mist without end, as if an inexhaustible host lay concealed within its abyssal depths.Following her lead, the remaining succubi plunged into the fray. Their sharp blades pierced through chests, annihilating the hidden cores within, cutting with lethal precision through bone and putrid flesh."Annihilate every last one of those abominations... let not a single one escape!" King Vargan bellowed, his form beginning a dramatic transformation into a colossal, lupine figure.AWOOOO!!!He unleashed a deafening howl before launching himself at the enemy, soaring high into the heavens and crashing down upon the undead ranks, crushing dozens beneath his immense bulk.His gargantuan form was instantly engulfed by an unending swarm of the undead. However, their onslaught proved utterly futile against the might of the Werewolf King.Their rusted weaponry could scarcely inflict superficial scratches upon his towering physique, wounds that vanished almost as quickly as they appeared due to his rapid regeneration.His claws, sharp as obsidian shards, tore through bone and shattered the very cores residing within the chests of his foes.AWOOOO!!!The rest of the werewolves echoed his howl before charging headlong into the enemy lines, their claws effortlessly eviscerating undead bodies and annihilating their central cores.An all-out war commenced, with every faction engaging the undead in a fierce, head-on conflict, resolutely refusing to yield even as the enemy's numbers overwhelmingly surpassed their own.Emperor Rhex observed from his vantage point as the allied races valiantly battled the undead horde, pouring their very lives into the defense of the border and the protection of their people.Each warrior stood prepared to lay down their life for the sake of their cherished ones—their families, their comrades, and all those awaiting their safe return.Alas, the brutal nature of war had always been unforgiving, showing no mercy to any soul caught within its fiery embrace.Numerous warriors had already fallen, and more would undoubtedly succumb as the prolonged battle raged on. However, the sheer immensity of the undead legions rendered victory a near impossibility, unless some form of divine intervention occurred."At this relentless pace, we will suffer even greater losses... Just where is Nerith at this crucial moment? Why has she not yet arrived?" Emperor Rhex muttered, his voice laced with frustration, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles audibly cracked."Wow~! So many undead... How delightful, they shall serve as perfect practice subjects for my abilities... hehe~! "Suddenly, a soft and recognizable chuckle echoed from behind them, prompting Emperor Rhex to spin around instantly."Well, their sheer numbers are indeed staggering... practically infinite. I do wonder how the Undead King managed to amass such a colossal force... perhaps he razed an entire continent?" Countess Isolde remarked, her voice tinged with undisguised surprise at the overwhelming number of undead swarming the battlefield."Their origins are of no consequence to me... My sole desire is to eradicate them from existence... their very presence is abhorrent; the sight of them fills me with revulsion," Lily declared, her voice cold as ice, her expression a mask of utter disdain.Isolde nodded gently. "Indeed. They are so repulsive to behold that I feel an overwhelming urge to immolate them all, consigning their existence to oblivion permanently. ""Then, what exactly are we waiting for? Let the cleansing begin," Valeria announced, stepping forward with resolute determination, her enormous sword held aloft with deceptive ease in a single hand.With a mighty surge of power, she propelled herself forward by striking the ground, soaring several meters into the air before descending like a meteor into the heart of the undead throng.Bang! A violent tremor erupted across the battlefield as Valeria impacted the ground amidst the undead, sending a massive plume of dust billowing into the sky.Swish! Bang!Her colossal sword moved with balletic fluidity, slicing through multiple undead soldiers with a single, devastating sweep.Her destructive blows not only annihilated the undead but completely vaporized them, as her figure blurred with astonishing swiftness—a speed far too great for the undead to even perceive.She would vanish and reappear in the blink of an eye, and with each subsequent reappearance, hundreds of undead would be violently hurled through the air, their bodies utterly disintegrated."W-Who is that woman?! How can she possibly combat them with such apparent ease?!""She's not merely defeating them; she's obliterating them without breaking a sweat!!""Just look at her incredible speed! It was nearly impossible to even catch a glimpse of her before she vanished from sight!!"The embattled warriors could only stare in Valeria's direction, mesmerized as she wielded her massive sword to annihilate the undead with unparalleled velocity and brute force.Every single strike she delivered resulted in the demise of hundreds of the undead, and the process was occurring so rapidly that the warriors were utterly incapable of even beginning to estimate the sheer number she had already slain."It appears Sister Valeria is thoroughly enjoying herself," Vrasha observed with a wide, mischievous grin plastered across her face as she surveyed the ongoing carnage, then added, "Shall we join in the exhilarating fun, perhaps?""Fufu~ Of course..." Emma concurred, a smile gracing her lips as she clasped Vrasha's hand before they both leaped forward towards the fray.The instant Emma and Vrasha touched down amidst the chaos of the battlefield, they commenced a brutal slaughter of the undead hordes. "Meteor Breaking Fist!" Emma whispered, her voice barely audible, as she unleashed her formidable martial technique. A deep, resonant aura converged around her fist, her violet eyes flashing with intensity for a fleeting second, imbuing the very air with a palpable heaviness. With a resounding *Bang!* the moment Emma's strike was unleashed, a titanic shockwave cascaded across the battlefield, decimating thousands of undead in a solitary, devastating blow. "..." The warriors who bore witness to this awe-inspiring display stood utterly dumbfounded, their gazes locked in disbelief as if they had encountered specters, their eyes wide with shock.