Novel & Cerita Oblivion Turn Undead

"For now, she's in the Pack and she is an Alpha. The Alpha of the Nightwalker Pack." "Vivian or Linda?" I asked, confused. "Vivian," he said, rolling his eyes. "She is helping with the situation with the undead." "Undead?" I asked. "I heard the guard at the entrance gate saying something about it. What happened here?" Corvin scowled in response. "Those bastard Outlanders happened. They seem to have gotten onto some kind of sorcery that allows them to animate what I assume are corpses, making them move and fight like they're living. Even worse, they don't die when cut. They seem almost invincible in that right."

"Is this Char? So this is his original form, no wonder how psychopathic he is" "Kill him now!" Char's voice, like a millstone, was very hard just to hear! The darkness surged again, but at the moment in front of Lilith how weak, Lilith light floating toward the arena, straight toward the Shire, did not even look at the death lords and zombies! "Arrogant!" Enraged, the two undead creatures attacked Lilith sharply. As they approach they are surprised to find their bodies begin to vaporize! Horrified, the two men eventually return to Hell via the Reverse Summoning.

They were turning the color of the void itself. "The Seventh wants a body?" Elena hissed as she stepped toward the possessed Mina. "Then let’s see if it can handle a soul that has already been to the End." A black-hole resonance began to form around Elena, sucking the green light out of the air. But as the Seventh recoiled, a new signal appeared on every screen left in the world. "THE EIGHTH HAS AWAKENED. INITIATE PROTOCOL: OBLIVION."

At this time, even the Emperor-level disciples could not help but change their expressions. Illusory Undead, compared to these Bone Undead, although their levels were similar, they were even more difficult to deal with. This was because these guys could not be killed at all. Moreover, any undead with an illusory body would all carry a natural soul roar. Once it was released, it would cause serious injuries to the souls of living creatures.

*Fight. The undead surge forward—jerky at first, then faster, driven by something older than muscle. They crash into the demonkin line with the force of things that have nothing left to lose. Axes meet axes. Claws tear through dead flesh that doesn’t bleed. The reanimated soldiers don’t scream. Don’t falter. They simply obey. I stand at the rear, cloak whipping in the night wind, hood fallen back. My eyes blaze purple—bright enough that even the living notice. In Mother’s protective cloak the violet light pulses like twin heartbeats against the dark fabric.

Target subject located in reserve coordinates, a cold voice emerged from within the earth, echoing throughout the golden valley. Bima turned quickly, his heart nearly skipping a beat as he saw black shadows emerging from behind the forest of light pillars. They were no longer puppet soldiers, but physical manifestations of the Anti-Nutrition Virus in a terrifying form faceless creatures with claws made of sharp, jagged shards of binary code. Lia, Riska, Kevin! Get ready! Bima shouted, gripping the bronze pipe that somehow remained in his hand. If we can no longer rely on physical seeds, then we must fight them with the only thing they can never delete.

They have absolutely no idea that the mindless monsters they used to slaughter in the mud have just regained their minds. The entity rose from the obsidian throne, its towering, terrifying frame filling the high vault of the cavern. The thousands of Blood-born below instantly dropped to their knees, their heads bowing in perfect, synchronized military precision as the ancient consciousness of their leader, now perfectly directed by Malakai's generalship, vibrated through their collective link. The zombies were gone. The primitive horde was dead. In their place stood the oldest army in the world, finally awakened, completely invisible to the Sovereign's eyes, and ready to reclaim the surface

They had no solid flesh to tear, and no living blood to spill. "They are phantoms!" Thomas shouted in pure desperation, his own blade passing uselessly through an attacker as he parried a heavy blow. "Our weapons aren't killing them! They are slipping right through the mist!" Panic instantly seized the command line as the undead army began to aggressively flank our positions, pressing the royal soldiers back into the narrow mountain pass. My mind frantically spun into a chaotic vortex of tactical calculations, utilizing my sharp logic and the ancient lineage memories my mother had just unlocked inside the Limbo domain. Diana’s words violently screamed inside my brain–the Eye of Aethelgard wa

“The Black Blood, the hybrid lineage of Lilith and Draven. At last, it awakens.” Evelyn opened her eyes. Humanity was gone. Her voice came out raw, inhuman: “You wanted a purge of blood?... Let me oblige.” A wave of crimson burst outward. Dozens of hunters were hurled back, weapons melting in their hands. The ground itself turned scarlet. Adrian lunged toward her, grabbing her arm. “Eve! Stop! You’re not a monster!” “Get out of here!” she screamed, shoving him away. “I can’t control it!”

To be disconnected would mean letting people die. And Davin’s rot came to them first. I felt it happen. Felt those Lunas' consciousness shift. Felt the revolutionary fire fade. Replaced by something calm. Docile. Seven Lunas got infected before they could log off. Seven minds altered. Seven wolves without the will to fight. The corruption continued spreading. I needed to cut it off at the source. I ran faster. Stretched my immortal body to limits I don’t yet comprehend. I exploded into the clearing where Draven confronted Davin. Silver light announced me.