Blacksmith of the Apocalypse - Chapter 1218

Natina gasped in shock when she registered the damage Kalzemir suffered despite her legion buff. How could that happen? Kalzemir was immune to weapon damage and his bones negated 85% of any incoming damage!

Unless... the image of the weapon the golem used flashed in her mind. It was gigantic, but barely more than a crude piece of wood, that grew kind of straight. In that case, even if it was grown from high-quality material, could it be the system did not recognize it as a weapon?!

To think there was this kind of workaround, apart from focusing on magic or hand-to-hand combat with a dragon. Even if it avoided being negated, there was still so much damage despite being 85% negated. She couldn’t let Kalzemir suffer like that!--

“To the sky! Quickly! Then we only have to deal with the horseman,” she commanded the skeleton dragon, who followed her order in silence, or at least tried to, when a bolt of purple lightning hit his horn, turning the surface to brittle, dull metal. What was the horseman of Conquest doing here?!

Ignoring the damage on the rear, she spurred the dragon on to get higher, to escape the golden man’s big stick. Feeling the change on the ground, Natina looked back to realize that she had made the wrong decision.

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While Hellion, Bazalith, and Wolfram had turned to the skeleton dragon, the sea serpent and the elder lich got teamed up on by Puffles, Haa’Skon, Strix, and Tatzel. The Death Knight and the Ivicer were ravaging the weakened elder lich who had suffered from the sneak attack of the hungry automaton.

The horseman in question had lost interest in the lich after sucking him dry for the most part and changed his target to Diromold, who had been fighting Wolfram so far. In addition to Strix, Tatzel had also joined in bullying the koor worm.

Their strategy was simple but didn’t need much communication between the two. Tatzel kept his distance, using his smaller size and agility to distract the Koor Worm and pepper it with magic attacks. Strix, riding the black stag, would go for the cheap shots, ripping into the beast with his scale staff.

With the only reason the sea serpent was able to fly in the first place, being magical augmentations to the undead body, Diromold was much more ponderous and clumsy in the sky, compared to the nightmare centipede and the small rider. Seth felt almost sorry for the beast, being bullied like this. But only almost. As for the Lich Strix left behind...

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The ivicer tried to attack it, but his light magic and sun energy were disintegrated the moment they hit the matrix. It seemed like a magic that would not just destroy but eradicate anything in its path. Puffles, for the first time in his life, the ivicer felt a hint of fear.

Seth: “Now the World's calling us-”

A figure appeared in the path of the matrix. Seated on a pale, predatory horse, the black knight appeared between Piotr and Puffles, and a nova of darkness exploded from his body and steed. The pale annihilation matrix and the pure energy of death met only inches away from the horseman.

Seth: “Immortal!”

The spell that eradicated energy and matter fell short when facing the power of death which demanded the end of everything. Energy and matter would find their end, but this end was always death itself. It was impossible to annihilate the essence of death, as it would only end in death.

Unable to even get close to the ivicer or touch the rider, the mighty spell waned away in contact with Haa’Skon’s nova of death, the horseman of Death had deathinated. Puffles stared at the frightening magic fizzle away in a moment's time.

The great being had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he not only felt true fear but that he also felt relief and a smidgen of gratitude for the golem he had sent away earlier. There was no way he could show this. A great being felt no fear, no.

~ D-Didn’t this one tell you to leave, gloomwart?~ the nightmare centipede snarled to play over the awkwardness he felt.

“Your wishes hold no meaning to me,” Haa’Skon said emotionless and proceeded to ignore Puffles. His Night Mare charged at Piotr, who had already recovered from the shock of seeing his magic dispelled and prepared for the next attack.

~Just you wait! This one will definitely kill the rat king first!~ the Ivicer exclaimed, but did not follow after Kaa’Skon. For the ivicer, there was no need to close the distance. Considering the Lich’s current power, Puffles decided to use the situation and let the knight buy him some time.