The Ruined Death Knight-Chapter 355: State of Body and Rematch
Watching the thousands upon thousands of newly corpses raising up and 3rd-tier undead, Danzel was surprised that his evolution had this sort of effect.
"Sadly I got no control over them..." Danzel mumbled as he looked at his body.
The dead mana volume of his body has increased by at least 3 to 4 times the previous amount. He felt as if he shed an invisible layer that restrained him and only now was he free from it.
Though he couldn't breathe, he now could feel some sort of comfortable sensation coming from his mouth, confusing him quite a bit.
Putting his helmet in his storage ring, he touched his mouth to see what it was. Once he did, the comfortable sensation became stronger.
"Is it the dead mana...?" He mumbled to himself.
To confirm his suspicions, he made a huge lump of dead mana appear in front of his face, recreating the comfortable sensation.
"So it's the dead man..." He said as he absorbed his own dead mana back, which was easier than before.
'I am not sure if I should be happy that I could breath dead mana or not...' He shook his head, as he touched his face, finding out that his skull has reformed from the evolution.
While he wanted to check the changes in his body, with no mirror present or in his storage ring, not to forget being on a battlefield. he let it be for now as he tried to gauge how much stronger he became.
'At least it seems like I didn't get much taller than previously' he thought as he tried to gauge how much stronger he became.
Closing his hand and opening repeatedly and that was when he noticed that he grew stronger.
No just stronger.
A lot stronger.
To the point that he himself was shocked by the seer power inside his body.
He thought that by now he was used to having his strength increased suddenly by attributes. But the increase this time around was so shockingly large that he couldn't get accustomed to his strength.
"Let's see..."
Raising his sword and casually swinging it to the side, a large wave of wind was created that was easily able to throw a normal person off balance and to the ground.
"..."
Dumbfounded, Danzel couldn't hold it anymore and made his status screen appear in front of him.
[Status]
Name: Rue Danzel
Level: 100
Race: Death Knight
Class: [Black Guard Lv. 79]
Sub-Class: [Runesmith of Undeath Lv.80]
Health: 96 750/ 96 750
Mana: 19 305/ 19 305
Attribute points: 0
Attributes: Strength: 1339 Agility: 1459 Intelligence: 1287 Endurance: 1289
Great Rune: [Great Rune of Undeath Existence]
Talents: [Mythic Undead] [Sin of Wrath] [Reinforced Soul] [Superior Unique Consciousness ] [Rune Vision] [Dead Rune Knowledge] [Undead Carver] [Dead Mana Affinity] [Dead Mana Resilience] [Undying][Lower Class Death Magic] [Mastery of Himself] [Affinity Carving Mastery] [O Fearful Death] [Soul Nemesis] [Carving Fate with Death] [Deathless Will] [Cursed Hands] [Leech Touch] [Drain Vitality Touch] [Armor of Death Knight] [Wielder of Death]
Skills: [Death Warden Swordsmanship Lv.1] [Stone Wall Lv.9] [Death Descent Lv.1] [Mist Presence Lv.1] [Unceasing Soul of Death Essence] Lv.1] [Soul Reaping Wind] [Phantom Phase Lv.1] [Shield Tremple Lv.1] [Soul Ender Lv.1] [Existential Sense Danger Lv.1] [Curse of Chaining Fatigue Lv.5] [Grasp of the Undying Lv.3] [Undying Guard Lv.4] [Armor of Undying Protection Lv.1] [Siphoning Soul Blade Lv.9] [Soul of Death Lv.5] [Undying Preservation Lv.1] [Curse of Primordial Decay Lv.5] [Greater Raise Undead Lv.7] [Undead Reconstruction Lv.1] [Eyes of the Damned Lv.6] [Curse of Five Bindings Lv.2] [Necromatic Restoraction Lv.2] [Death Rune Removal Lv.9] [Innate Blood Absorbtion Lv.1] [Blood Puppets Lv.1], [Bleed Verocity Lv.1], [Blood Sense Lv.1], [Vampiric Gaze Lv.1] [Curse of Nature Lv.1] [Wall of Bones Lv.1] [Heavy Strike Lv.1]
[Remark: A knight who wields the blade of death in his hands and is capable to grant a true death upon other beings by having their soul destroyed. Fighting this being one would have to risk his soul essence and body if they are foolish enough to face an undead worth being a myth among his kind. Despite his lack of knowledge in magic, Rue Danzel managed to learn two different types of magic that combine the elements of life and death. If confronted by this being, run, if not, not even your soul will be safe as this Death Knight can pass through [?].]
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At first, when he saw his attributes, he was somewhat surprised, but after seeing his health and mana he felt genuinely shocked at how much it increased.
'It's too much for it to be the attributes alone...it has to be this talent.' Danzel thought as he searched the main subject of those absurd numbers and his strength.
[Mythic Undead]: A undead that has managed to infuse beyond an incredible amount of dead mana into his body and temper it to its utmost perfection. A close to impossible feat for any undead to achieve. Each undead that reached this level left a myth of his existence for others to remember his power. The stat multiplier becomes from 1.5.
"A whole 50% bonus on all my attributes..." He mumbled, shocked.
When he decided to temper this talent, he expected the multiplier to become around 1.3 or 1.35, but for it to become a multiplier of 1.5 was totally and absolutely absurd!
He also gained a few loads of stats for free at that, making him realize the reason why 3rd-tiers never stood a chance against 4th-tiers.
Gaining over 1000 attributes and potential 6-8 talents was alone enough to beat other 3rd-tiers.
'Now that I think about it, I also gained two other talents that I didn't choose. Were they Race Talents called?' He thought as he made the two talents appear.
[Armor of Death Knight]: The undead known as Death Knights are being of death that wore a suit of armor for the majority of their existence and grew an attachment to their armor. By infusion of his very dead mana, a Death Knight is capable to create a link with his armor and body, allowing the armor to be repaired by healing his own body with the use of dead mana. Making many believe that the armor of a Death Knights is a piece of their body. Can't repair the damage inflicted before the link. Can be activated once per 7 days and can be de-activated by the Death Knight's will alone how far the armor is. If this effect is activated, reduce the total mana of Death Knight by 10%.
[Wielder of Death]: Death Knights are known to wield weapons that had killed thousands of the living. Making their weapons become cursed and allowing them to gain various abilities depending on the Death Knight's own abilities and potential change. The cursed weapon doesn't affect the Death Knight in question. A weapon cursed by this talent will increase the effectiveness of death-attuned skills that use a weapon by 30%.
Reading through those two, Danzel felt quite conflicted by the [Armor of Death Knight]. It could repair his armor by essentially using something like [Necromatic Restoraction] on him. The effect he tried countless times to figure out with runes, especially when he knew that a rune such as Veren existed. But the effect would essentially put a curse on him and lower his total mana by 10%.
An effect with positive and negatives.
For now, it was around 1930 mana, which was quite a bit and the armor itself would probably also cost mana to repair, making the negative effect quite big in his opinion.
But after giving it a thought, it was an essential ability for his armor to have. With his current armor so damaged, it affects the runes and enchantments which in turn affects his performance.
'Kinda pointless to use it on my current armor. Though it's worth considering for the future. As for [Wielder of Death], it goes well with [Soul Reaping Wind] and since the curse doesn't affect me, it shouldn't too bad.'
"Maybe at my current state I might be able to make that old man sweat." Danzel thought to himself as he imagined sparring with Agares.
He was also eager to inspect the others and see if the hidden information on their status screens are now there.
Though they had to first finish the mission.
But looking at the army of undead he accidentally raised, he doubted he needed to do anything else.
"Still, they are quite a lot still alive, I might as well gather some funds while I can." Danzel said as he stepped forward with a radiating aura of death.
But once he stepped forward, his [Existential Sense Danger] started reacting like never before.
With his ethereal dark green eyes flaring up, Danzel turns and points his sword towards the direction he felt the extreme danger.
But once he turned around, he found nothing except the marching undead of Velkir.
His senses strained to the limit, Danzel looked around with [Eyes of the Damned] but still found nothing there.
"Nothing..." Danzel mumbled as his ethereal eyes burned intensely.
"No, this feeling, it's not gone, but there was definitely something there. As if..." Danzel said as he lower his sword.
'I was being watched...'
He felt the exact same feeling when orphans looked at him while hiding in the church, though the feeling was 100 if not 1000 times stronger. He only felt it for a split moment, but he was sure there was something there.
Before he could make sense of what, he felt foreign mana appearing nearby.
Swinging his sword in that direction, he let a large and much more powerful than before [Soul Reaping Wind] towards that location.
And towards the direction of the foreign mana, a flash of light revealed a robed figure with a huge white beard.
"Hmpf." The Archmage Nevvan scoffed towards the soul essence cutting wind blade.
Pointing his staff towards the wind blade, he mumbled something and made a glass-like barrier appear.
Once the barrier and the [Soul Reaping Wind] made contact with each other, both neutralized each other.
Looking at Danzel's newly shaped skull and his aura, Nevvan grumbled to himself.
"Such a headache, I should have killed you back then, you lowly undead."
Looking up at the magic caster, Danzel's bloodlust has risen to new levels just as his strength did thanks to the [Sin of Wrath] talent.
But this time, he wasn't driven by worthless emotions.
"I thank you for coming here." Danzel said as his shield appeared on his left hand.
"You spared me the trouble looking for you." He said in his ice-cold voice.
Releasing his hand to his face and equipping his helmet but he let the blank plating fall down the floor so that his ethereal flaring dark green eyes were to be seen.
"Now, let me repay you in kind for what you did to me."
