Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 66: A New Era Rises

Inhaling sharply, Ulric walked forward as he felt the power thrumming deep inside of him, before suddenly pausing.

Looking into the outline of the Greyson Residence a couple thousand meters away, something didn’t feel right.

His recent advancement had boosted his instincts to an insane degree, coupled with his gut feeling.

Acting on that thought, he waved his hand, utilizing another one of his newly awakened abilities brought about by his SS-rank talent.

Shadow Pulse.

Instantly after, a wave spread from him, shooting into the distance, covering thousands of meters almost instantly.

Unlike his spiritual field that now covered an impressive 50-meter range, allowing him to monitor everything happening in that range continuously, Shadow Pulse acted as a brief scanner, allowing him to see far into the distance for a few fleeting seconds — but with his refined mind, glimpses were enough.

"This can’t be right," he murmured, his face tightening. All he saw were flashes of death and destruction.

And as he got closer, his fears were confirmed. The smell of blood was too strong even from hundreds of meters.

The ground was red with blood, littered with corpses, with many injured, among them being Amber and Lyra, causing his face to drop as rage seethed deep inside him.

An invasion? he mused as the full picture came to mind, while seeing emblems of a familiar clan branded on the attacking force.

His rage almost consumed him, pushing him to start a massacre as he carved his way towards Lyra and Amber.

But he restrained himself. Far into the distance, he could sense Greyson’s aura. He had seen a glimpse of his condition and it was far dire, almost as if he was on the brink of death.

Causing him to grind his teeth as darkness slowly seeped out of his being. And before he could understand what was happening, it imploded out, fueled by his rage, to envelop everything within a thousand meters around him.

Looking into the distance where Amber and Lyra were, he breathed slowly.

"Hold on a little more."

That was all he needed. The main threat loomed elsewhere. If left unchecked, he didn’t know how bad it would escalate.

Besides, he could feel the presence of the Sisters of Death beside them. They ought to protect them in his absence.

But even with all this combined, it did little to ease him.

Looking down, his gaze fell on the scythe clenched tightly in his grasp.

No longer the simple artifact he had picked up, now a terrifying weapon of mass destruction, corrupted multiple times over.

The range of its abilities had increased, but among them all, one stood out — it had gained sentience.

Nothing groundbreaking. At least not yet, but enough to execute commands on its own.

Stroking it gently, he relayed his will over to it, watching as it buzzed rapidly.

It craved blood, but all would be satisfied in due time.

"Go off," Ulric whispered as he flicked it into the distance, cutting across the air with a menacing red blur.

Watching it disappear into the distance, his concern eased slightly before his gaze lifted to where he felt Greyson’s aura as he moved rapidly.

Shadow teleporting within a ten-meter range of anything that cast a shadow, he abused his new movement skill, which allowed him to move surprisingly faster than when he ran at full speed.

The cost drained him a little, but now... it was negligible at his power level. Arriving at where he last parted with Greyson, his eyes widened slightly in surprise as he took in the sight.

A gory mess, and blood covered the area, with a familiar figure at the center of it all, with some of the elders far behind him, multiple wounds lining their bodies.

His arrival elicited gasps of shock as brows furrowed in wonder and confusion. From another perspective, him shadow teleporting gave off the illusion he appeared from empty space.

Filtering through all of it, Ulric shadow teleported once more as he appeared before Greyson’s side.

His face dropping as he inspected his state. Far worse than he had anticipated. Dark veins stretched across his body, draining life from him rapidly, a slash in his lower torso oozing out blood, with multiple injuries lining his body.

At this point... it was a miracle he was even alive. But he wasn’t that far off from death, almost like he was hanging from a thread that could break at any point.

Yet even with all this, when Ulric’s frame came into light, he could see his face visibly light up as color rushed across his face.

"D-did you do it?" Greyson questioned, his breath growing shaky, getting straight to the point.

He could sense the aura exuding from him, still it wouldn’t hurt to confirm. If he returned without the power, then this would truly mark the end.

Feeling the gazes all burning at him, Ulric exhaled before nodding slightly.

Seeing the gesture, Greyson couldn’t contain himself anymore as a chuckle slipped past his lips. Barely a few seconds before the blood gushing out internally almost caused him to choke on it, before Ulric slowly adjusted his head, lifting it up.

The elders behind seemed relieved yet sad at the same moment. A new era was about to be born, yet the old had to pass, making them a little bit emotional.

Regaining his breath, Greyson extended his frail hand to clutch Ulric tightly as a fire burned in his eyes.

"Let me join you in this last battle..." he began, trying to force himself up. Before Ulric stopped him.

"Your body is no longer fit for battle," Ulric sighed, a pained look flashing across his eyes. They had sacrificed so much for him, it stirred emotions he didn’t have.

And as he stared down, his fists clenched tighter. He would repay all debts in full.

Lifting his hand, the darkness engulfed the lain figure, carrying him off into the distance, away from the battlefield as a whisper parted from his lips.

"You’ve done enough. Leave the rest to me."

Just as he turned, Orros’ voice echoed as he was done appraising him.

"So... you’re the S-rank I’ve been hearing about?" he muttered, voice laced with disdain.

At other times, he would have been impressed. But given the look on the Greyson elders and even Greyson himself as they pinned all their hopes on the youth before him, he couldn’t help but feel repelled.

Did they think so low of him that they thought he was enough?

"You’re the one supposed to slay me?" he asked as he slowly circled the figure, inspecting him repeatedly.

"Not even D-rank!" As he spat, his gaze fell to the elders in the distance. Were they so desperate that they were stuck in their own illusion?

Talent was great, but without strength, it was useless.

"Pity you weren’t smart enough to run away when you had the chance," Orros growled, a twisted expression forming across his face. It sure saved him the time of hunting him down.

And if he truly were their last hope, he couldn’t help but imagine their faces as he crushed it.

As all this collided, he growled,

"Prepare to die... boy!"

Lifting his head slowly, Ulric stared at the crimson-robed figure as a dark smile carved across his lips.

"Are those to be your last words?"

He already knew his body was invulnerable against E-rank beings. Time to find out how he fared against a D-rank being.

With that thought in mind, he charged forward.