Novel & Cerita Zombie Knight Saga

He didn't want to believe it. Anthony bit his lip, and his eyes trailed to the ground below him. The place looked so ethereal, like a sort of fantastical world. The grass was long beneath him, and the breeze swirled through the blades delicately. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" "I'm sorry I let this happen. I couldn't save you. I tried. I watch you die, George. I tried to save you...avenge you. I thought I was strong enough," The fallen knight stammered out his apology. "I wasn't. I know you probably didn't even want me to fight Solace... I had to. I had to do something." He clenched his fists. "I told myself that even if it was the last thing I did, I would do it for you."

Even though she had killed two of them, the last one—a mutated zombie king—had ambushed her. Ruth knelt amid a mountain of zombies and blood. Her entire body was drenched in blood, and the crimson glow in her eyes was beginning to fade. That was a sign of an ability user pushing past their limits and on the verge of losing control and turning into a zombie. The comments exploded into panic. [No! Ruth’s about to turn!] [Run, PC! Once Ruth loses control, the first person she’ll kill is whoever’s closest!] [What a tragic ending. Is this the karma for using someone’s feelings?]

“No. That’s the undead. The body is dead.” The words hit me like a physical blow. Dead? Zane is dead? But he’s moving. Fighting. Talking. How can he be— “What?” I croak, finally finding my voice. “That’s a corpse,” Kieran says quietly, his tone flat. “Animated by dark magic. A necromancer’s puppet. And from the stench of him, he has been that way for more than a year.”

It staggered backward, giving us enough time to turn toward the warrior, who had returned with two swords in his hands. The warrior tossed one sword toward me and the other toward Miguel. I caught mine by the hilt before it could hit the ground. Miguel caught his later. "Watch," I said. A helmeted zombie charged straight at me. I stepped aside and slashed across its neck. The blade cut deep. With another sharp attack, the head came clean off and rolled across the ground, the helmet still locked around it. The body staggered two more steps before collapsing. Miguel froze for half a second, watching me.

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

He said the fighters there never rest, and they were no match for the great shadow fighters. They were excited and turned back,towards the direction, so they were all casted into the shadows, a place of fight where they won't end the fight forever, they were physically sleeping and their body was kept in a darkness forever. They were refers to as, " Sleeping knights " Queen morolake, was not sure about the blood reign ritual, but according to the story, it did not ended well,a fate that she will not want, for the legions, "what is we wake the sleeping knights" asked queen morolake, the wizard took a deep breath, and nodded, he didn't realize it before, how would he had not thought about that

The ink flowed down the wall and onto the ground, racing toward the Original Knight. The Knight tried to swing his sword, but the black ink grabbed his ankles. "What... what is this?" the Knight gasped. "It's the 'Unfinished'!" I shouted, my voice echoing with a power that wasn't mine. "It’s the anger of every character you left behind! You want to be the Knight? Then lead the 'Deleted' back to the **X**!" The ink pulled the Knight down. It pulled the wingless dragon down. It pulled the faceless child down.

Gerard frowned and asked, "Is he that powerful?" "It's an exclusive secret technique. It has to be powerful," someone explained. Zeke knew a secret technique that allowed him to summon zombies and corpses for combat. Countless deceased individuals had been buried over the centuries, so Zeke basically had unlimited corpses at his disposal. It was indeed a formidable spell. The corpses had no souls and felt no pain, so they fought fearlessly. Ordinary cultivators did not stand a chance. Only a Sanctuary level cultivator like Chester could fight back. Chester saw how powerful the zombie was, so he shouted and unleashed a torrent of spiritual energy instantly. The tiger-head spear ignited with s

"What's just happened?" Kursak didn't have to answer, because the ground was shaking again, although not as bad as before. The Gnomes were trembling with fear, making Edmund sure what happened next would not be pleasant. Sure enough, slowly something appeared from all over the hill, their numbers were numerous, hundreds or even thousands. Their figures were extremely thin, some of them even just a pile of bones. All of them emitted a green glow from all over their bodies. They are royal knights who died in battle, the wounds on their bodies show how they died. Some lost their heads, lost an arm, had no legs so that they were hobbling with both hands, and most had open wounds on the chest and

At that time, Dragon Knight with everything broke the object when he fell close to an altar, when finally, interrupting the words of another magician, when Hermes came zooming in stealing the book from Faust's hands. Among the other werewolves who came to the rescue so they could surrender the mages and vampires who revolted against the order of the Society of Shadows. Finally, tying the magician, the god of darkness to his complete astonishment, freed himself on top of Dragon Knight who fell there in the middle of the altar, getting his hands bloody on one of the artifacts that exploded, but the giant god of darkness , looking curiously, he was horned and curiously, watching the man beneath