Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 339: Destroying the Tombstones
The players were almost numb from witnessing so much death along the way. They forced themselves to concentrate on the task of destroying the tombstone.
At this moment, undead were still pouncing towards the defense line constructed by the Winter City soldiers. Duke North Wind and the Skeleton Titan were locked in a fierce battle, while Hofths was drawing the attention of the Ghost Dragon. The maids guarded the city gate, which had already been smashed by a giant battering ram. Behind them lay the Moonlight Sacred Well. Clemon stood alone at the very front of the defense line, sniping high-level undead in the tide of the undead with the Crusaders of Winter City.
There was no time for them to delay.
Undead asked for a appraisal technique on the tombstone.
[Burvik Tombstone (Summoning Item)]
[A powerful undead sleeps beneath the tombstone. When it is born, it will bring destruction and deathly stillness to everything around it.]
After looking at several tombstones, they all showed the same prompt.
Undead pursed his lips and swung the Fine Grade long sword in his hand forcefully at the tombstone.
“Clang!” Sparks flew.
The tombstone remained completely still.
There wasn’t even a single chip.
Instead, the Fine Grade long sword in the Undead’s hand was chipped.
The ghastly green undead text on the tombstone flickered slightly, as if mocking the Undead’s overestimation of his own strength.
“Damn it!”
Undead grunted.
He took out the gunpowder gun given to him by Groin from his backpack and fired a shot at the tombstone, but apart from leaving a scorch mark from gunpowder combustion, it had no effect.
“How the hell do you destroy this thing?”
“Yeah, Flame Burst can’t blow it up. This is already my strongest spell…”
Complaints from the players could be heard. Undead frowned and pondered.
“Boom!”
A third-test mage player hugged the tombstone and self-destructed, but it only smeared a layer of minced meat and blood onto the tombstone.
Everything fell into a stalemate again, and the defense line formed by the Winter City soldiers was already precarious. It wasn’t until Undead saw that the tombstone stained with the blood of the third-test player had become completely new again.
The blood seemed to have been absorbed?
Undead, somewhat uncertainly, used an appraisal technique:
[Burvik Tombstone (Summoning Item) infused with the blood of player ID ‘Ge Le Bian Fa Wang’]
[After absorbing the blood of living beings, the tombstone’s growth degree has increased. The lost soul slumbering beneath the tombstone has acquired a trace of the characteristics of player ID ‘Ge Le Bian Fa Wang’.]
Acquired the player’s characteristics?
Undead felt like he had grasped something. He walked to the tombstone that had absorbed the blood and tried to put it into his backpack.
A system prompt popped up:
[This is not your item and you have no right to retrieve it.]
“Hmm…”
After a moment of contemplation, Undead turned back to the tombstone he had just chopped with his sword. He then cut his finger and dripped a drop of his own blood onto it.
As expected, the drop of blood was immediately absorbed by the tombstone.
The tombstone’s information also changed to:
[Burvik Tombstone (Summoning Item) infused with the blood of player ID ‘Bu Ren Shi’]
[After absorbing the blood of living beings, the tombstone’s growth degree has increased. The lost soul slumbering beneath the tombstone has acquired a trace of the characteristics of player ID ‘Bu Ren Shi’.]
He tried to put the tombstone back into his backpack.
This time, the outcome was different.
“Whoosh!”
The tombstone in front of him instantly disappeared.
Only a dark, deep pit remained, lonely and jagged.
One could vaguely see the slumbering undead within.
[You have obtained the summoning item ‘Burvik Tombstone’.]
[You can insert the tombstone into the ground to promote the summoning of the undead. The summoned king will carry some of your characteristics (Note: The summoned undead will not be under your control).]
He obtained a rather useless item.
However, the problem of how to destroy the tombstone was inadvertently solved.
He quickly announced the solution in the players’ team channel:
“Quick! Drip your blood onto the Burvik Tombstone, and then you can put the tombstone into your backpack!”
“Holy crap! You can do that?”
Immediately, a player tried it.
As expected, the Burvik Tombstone, stained with blood, was put into the backpack. This way, the undead sleeping beneath the tombstone could not awaken, which was equivalent to destroying the tombstone in another form.
“Brothers, let’s get to work! So many tombstones! Let’s each take one and quickly put them into our backpacks!”
Someone shouted. The players all followed suit. This Great Mausoleum of Burvik stretched as far as the eye could see, with tombstones standing densely packed inside. Who knew how many there were?
After Undead took away one tombstone, he was about to repeat the process and take another one when he was alerted by the system that he could only infect and possess one Burvik Tombstone at a time.
“This is bad.” His heart tightened.
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Although there were over twenty thousand players, there was inevitably going to be some confusion during the process of collecting the tombstones.
This mausoleum was so large that it would take about ten minutes to run back and forth.
Could they really collect all the Burvik tombstones into their backpacks?
Time ticked by, and Undead’s worries indeed became a reality.
The defense line formed by the Winter City soldiers was precarious.
Many undead broke through the lines of Sword Shield Soldiers and Crusaders to attack the players.
Although they couldn’t pose much of a threat to the players, they could slow down the players’ tombstone collection speed.
Moreover, the number of players was clearly less than the number of tombstones. The tombstones could not be cleared completely. They had completely grown out of the mausoleum over time.
At one moment.
The ghastly green undead text on the tombstones lit up brightly, and the entire Great Mausoleum of Burvik began to shake.
“Hiss hiss hiss… er er…”
The players heard the wild screams of the evil spirits slumbering for thousands of years, causing them to cover their ears and crouch on the ground in pain.
Evil spirits wearing tattered black cloaks slowly rose from the mausoleum.
They held giant scythes more than ten meters long in their skeletal claws, the blades gleaming coldly, surrounded by decaying black qi.
They looked down on everything, their undead ghost fires burning fiercely in their hollow eye sockets, like blood and flames.
In the ghastly green light of the tombstone, their dark figures were particularly dazzling, even gradually obscuring everything, becoming enormous forms carrying the power of despair.
“The taste of life!”
The leader of the evil spirits let out a groan filled with malice. Beneath its tattered hood was a mist-like darkness, with only blood-red eyes flashing.
“Get back to the Underworld! You filthy undead!”
A player, enduring the ringing in his ears, threw a Flame Burst at the evil spirit.
But the flames passed through the evil spirit’s head and merged into its body, which was composed of endless darkness. A ghastly, eerie laugh came from the black mist beneath the hood.
“Keke… A futile struggle…”
The next moment, the evil spirit turned into a mass of black mist and disappeared. When it reappeared, it was already behind the player.
It slowly extended a skeletal claw and lightly tapped the player. The player immediately fell to the ground powerlessly, his HP Bar instantly depleted.
“Magic immunity? What the hell?”
“I thought it was just physical immunity. How are we supposed to fight this?”
The players’ faces were grim.
A noisy commotion came from the rear.
They turned to look and found that the defense line of the Winter City soldiers had finally been breached.
It was already commendable that they could defend against the undead for so long with their flesh and blood.
At this moment.
In a nondescript tiled house within the Emerald Fortress.
A rooster, catching sight of a glimmer of dawn, instinctively let out a crow.
Its sharp, clear cry pierced through the spells and the battle, welcoming the dawn that was enveloped in death.
As if in response to this sound, another melody came from afar—the rumbling of hooves and a chirping song as clear and melodious as that of a nightingale.
A Unicorn, completely enveloped in a radiant glow, broke through the gray mist brought by the undead, dispelling the deathly still darkness around it. It reared its head and neighed, and with each cry, the surroundings grew brighter. With each step it took forward, withered flowers and grass beneath its hooves sprouted new buds.
Seated atop the tall Unicorn was a mighty knight clad in Dragon Crystal Armor.
He drew his long sword from behind and, facing the first ray of dawn, seemed to be receiving a coronation from heaven.
Behind him, Unicorns appeared one after another.
They carried two exquisitely carved girls and followed the silver-armored knight in front, riding the wind towards the battlefield.
The King of Winter City had finally arrived.
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