Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World - Chapter 589 Law Seeds and Lily's Law [1]
Chapter 589 Law Seeds and Lily’s Law [1]
The void rippled again, and more figures stepped forth.
Four of them were instantly familiar to Michael-his four Rank 3 undead.
Prince. Gale. Lucky. Lily.
Their colossal forms emerged in unison, spreading out to form a circle around the three Rank 3 monsters. The pressure of their arrival alone made the air quake.
But what came after was even more shocking.
From the same rift, more than two dozen other figures spilled into existence. Their forms were strange, flickering between presence and absence, as though they straddled the line between life and illusion.
Prince’s soul puppets.
Together with Michael’s five undead, they formed a terrifying circle. More than three dozen powerful entities closed in, surrounding the three monsters who, just moments ago, had been dripping with arrogance.
The serpent, the lion, and the crystal beast could not mask the flicker of shock that passed through their gazes.
And Michael?
He found himself stunned as well. Since when had his undead grown this… overwhelming?
The moment Beginning’s aura spread, the three Rank 3 monsters stiffened, their bodies instinctively recoiling.
Beginning moved.
The Titan’s colossal fist swung downward. The air folded like paper under the strike. The serpent tried to slither aside, but the fist crashed into its body like a mountain falling from the sky.
Boom!
The impact hurled the serpent’s massive frame across the forest field. Its emerald scales shattered in great chunks. The beast let out a pained hiss.
The lion roared, throwing a dome of fire between itself and the Titan’s follow-up. Beginning didn’t even slow. His second strike punched straight through the burning shield, the flames scattering like sparks before a hurricane. His knuckles connected with the lion’s chest.
Crack!
Molten blood erupted in a spray, the golden-maned beast hurled backward with a thunderous crash. Its roar twisted into a coughing snarl.
The crystal beast flared its wings, mirrors blooming across the atmosphere. But the Titan only sneered. His hand opened, seizing one of the mirrors mid-bloom, and crushed it to shards with brute force.
The fragments screamed like glass breaking in all direction.
“Tricks,” Beginning rumbled, his voice echoing through the void.
“You cannot hide. You cannot flee. You cannot match what you dared provoke.”
Michael’s eyes flickered. He could tell the tide of battle had shifted. What moments ago had seemed like a desperate struggle for survival was no longer the same.
With Beginning’s arrival, followed by Lucky, Prince, Gale, Lily, and the legion of soul puppets, the battlefield was transformed.
The hesitation in the monsters all told him the same thing.
For the first time since this clash began, Michael was standing with the upper hand.
Yet… he was not satisfied.
His body bore the marks of the punishment he had endured. Venom
had eaten through his flesh, flames had scorched his skin, and force had rattled his bones.
Even now, pain rippled through every fiber of him, each breath like fire in his lungs. And still, beneath the agony, a deeper truth stirred. This new evolution… it was not weakness.
Michael could feel it in his bones. Before, Gale’s law alone had nearly broken him in a heartbeat. Now, he stood against three monsters, each older, more experienced, and naturally stronger than him-and still, he had not fallen. They had ganged up on him, struck him again and again, and yet here he was. Battered, yes. Bloodied, yes. But alive.
More than alive-fighting back.
A flicker of anticipation came to Michael. At least aside from the crystalline beast, he didn’t seem so bad compared to the serpent and lion. One against one, he might even stand his ground. Perhaps he would not be in this miserable state if the three hadn’t cornered him
together.
Michael exhaled, steadying himself as his gaze shifted over the
battlefield.
Beginning loomed like a mountain and his other beast, though low in
presense, were just as intimidating with the soul puppets.
The three Rank 3 monsters that had strutted in arrogance were suddenly cornered.
Michael clenched his fists. This was his chance.
He raised his voice, steady despite the pain lacing his body. “Handle the serpent. Keep that crystal one’s body complete. I’ll take the lion.”
The command snapped through the link, and his undead moved at once. Beginning’s titanic shadow pressed toward the crystalline beast. Prince’s gaze flickered, his puppets swarming toward the serpent like a tide of phantoms.
Michael’s eyes locked onto the lion.
The reason was simple.
The crystal beast was strange, dangerous in a way that whispered of traps. Its mirrors unsettled even Beginning, and Michael knew better than to gamble with a foe that could twist his own attacks back at
him.
As for the serpent-its venom was an unknown. If it could corrode mana shields and scar his flesh so viciously, then who knew what else it was capable of? He was not so arrogant as to test it with his body.
But the lion?
The lion’s law was pure. Solar fire burned with intensity, but intensity could be endured, resisted, even overpowered. Against this foe, Michael could vent his fury. Against this foe, he could prove that his evolution had not been in vain.
His breathing steadied. His chest rose and fell with measured rhythm as he pushed the pain deeper, burying it beneath resolve. He could already feel the faint twitch of his wounds knitting together, his body mending itself even without his spells.
Compared to before, he was no longer fragile against Laws. Even when struck, his body did not crumble. Given time, given space, he
would recover as if brand-new.
And so, he would not cower.
Michael’s jaw tightened, his teeth gritting as his eyes blazed.
Michael Norman wanted to vent!
With a sudden burst, Michael shot forward, his body streaking
through the void like a bolt of pale light. The lion snarled, its mane flaring into a corona of molten fire, golden spears taking shape and raining downward in a storm.
The heat seared the air, each spear a sun-forged javelin that could have reduced buildings to ash.
Michael’s arms crossed before him, mana flooding into his skin and
bones. His flesh hardened, the reinforcement of {Iron Skin} digging into his marrow. The first spear slammed into him. Pain burst across his ribs, but he did not falter. The second spear burned his shoulder,
leaving blackened flesh that already twitched with faint healing.
And then Michael roared.
He surged through the storm, his fist punching upward. The void
itself cracked around his knuckles.
Boom!
His strike smashed into one of the spears mid-flight, shattering it into
fragments of golden fire. He punched again, and another spear disintegrated into molten sparks. Each blow shook the air, his fists weaving destruction through the lion’s barrage.
The lion’s eyes widened as its solar storm faltered. For the first time,
the beast seemed to hesitate.
Michael’s lips curled into a grim smile.
“You thought I was prey?” His voice rang like iron. Michael gathered mana, the black-green energy swirling into a jagged
spear of darkness. The runes flared along his arm as he thrust it
forward.
[Death Arrow]
The projectile screamed across the void, sharper and faster than
before. It slammed into the lion’s chest, punching through the blazing mane. For a heartbeat, the beast’s roar turned into a strangled cry as
blackened smoke erupted from its fur. Michael pressed forward.
{Bull Strength} had never been turned off. It rumbled in Michael’s
tendons like chained thunder and packed his muscles tight as steel
cables.
The lion’s mane swelled, throwing out fresh sheets of solar fire to bar Michael’s advance.
Michael punched through the wall of heat.
The lion slashed. Michael slipped inside the arc. Their bodies collided.
The impact cracked the air like a fallen tree.
The next exchange was brutal and close. The lion hammered at him
with claws wrapped in blazing light. Michael answered with forearms
raised and elbows tight, letting the reinforced bones of {Iron Skin} take the scraping bursts, then countering with short, cruel hooks that dug into ribs beneath the molten fur. Each blow from the beast sent
tremors through his frame. Each counter from Michael sank deeper than the last.
The beast tried to create distance, mouth parting for a point-blank beam of solar heat. Michael slammed a palm into its lower jaw and wrenched the muzzle aside. The beam went wide, scything into the
night sky.
Michael drove his knee up. Bone met bone with a sound like a drum. The lion staggered, and Michael did not let it breathe.
He stepped with his left, hips turning, spine snapping forward like a
whip. His right fist crashed into the lion’s breastplate of fire.
He hit the same spot again.
He hit it a third time. A wet crack answered.
Then seemingly pausing, as of he finally remembered something after
all this while, Michael reached out inyo his soul and brought out an
item.
It was his three star extraordinary rank spear. Approaching the monster slowly, Michael muttered words that though the monster didn’t understand, it feared.
“I guess I can start breaking my Advancement Quest early on thanks
to you.”
