Chapter 88
The vengeful Cursed Spirit of Decay and Disease raged through the slums. Its two bodies tore apart all the people like sacks of meat. They ate bodies and assimilated souls, while the city guards gave them precious time. The Cursed Spirit thought that they would want to stop it so that it would not grow, but the only thing they did was to put up a arcane barrier covering the slums and limiting the spread of the fog. Which he used. His fog could not affect the barrier in any way, because it only infects living beings, but this cannot be said about the beam of cursed energy. The Spirit decided to first completely destroy the slums and gain strength, and then destroy the barrier, plunging the upper city into chaos.
Within a few hours, the curse had completely spread the fog, leaving only the territory of its mistress free of it. Now it was looking for survivors who could hide, eating dead bodies along the way and concentrating the density of the fog. An hour before dawn, it finished searching for survivors and collecting corpses to meet with the second body, which did the same. They managed to eat more than 8,000 people, primarily due to the fact that people had accumulated a large number of neatly stacked corpses. Each of its bodies was 15 meters high and 30 meters long. They met in the middle of a ruined city razed to the ground. Now the slums resembled a wasteland, where almost every building was destroyed in one way or another and only the territory of the mistress remained completely intact.
Approaching each other, their bodies began to grow together, forming one whole. The curse thought for a long time about how it wanted to destroy the wall, it could split and create thousands of fast and agile bodies. Or it could remain incredibly large, but sacrifice speed. In the end, the curse decided to make the strongest and most powerful body, considering that it would be harder to destroy and deprive it of strength.
The bodies of the two dead monsters merged together, the muscles and bones began to harden and disintegrate, while simultaneously rebuilding themselves from the best biomass. The process was not fast, the curse was vulnerable at this point and was full of gloating when the guards could not stop it. His body transformed into a wolf with tens of thousands of eyes that merged into two, one on each side. It was 20 meters high and 40 meters long.
The wolf howled loudly, raising his head to the moon, he felt incredibly strong and doubted that the guards could stop him, no matter how strong they were. His undead body would be regenerating forever, until he either lost all the cursed energy and mana in the surroundings, or until his composite soul semblance was destroyed completely, he will be able to recover from everything else. He thought about this while feeling the terrible holy aura on the wall, they couldn't stop him. Before dawn, the Curse advanced to the magnificent 20 meter wall in the upper city, but first he decided to create chaos.
The wolf raised its head with a sly grin and opened its mouth, accumulating the surrounding mana and converting it into cursed energy. A small ball of dark purple color began to grow in its mouth. After a few minutes, it grew to its limits and the curse released it into the opposite wall, from where the slums exited into the forest. The wall was much smaller and worse, 10 meters high and 4 meters wide. The ball of Cursed Energy shot out of its mouth at the speed of sound and covered the distance in 12 seconds. Upon touching the wall, all the energy accumulated in it detonated and destroyed the wall and the mana barrier with a large explosion, carrying with it a wave of cursed erosion energy that turned the walls into brittle stone and completely destroyed the mana barrier for several kilometers from the explosion site.
Feeling an evil pleasure, the wolf leaned down and quietly walked towards the holy aura. Five minutes later, the secret barrier began to recover and strengthen with holy mana, forming a second layer. The wolf watched these with quiet hatred as he slowly walked forward.
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On the wall protecting the inner district, preparations for battle were in full swing. Private soldiers ran along the wall passing weapons and arrows, while officers shouted loudly, giving orders. Elemental mages drew circles of mana dust, preparing for a group cast. Rune mages once again double-checked the magic turrets, charged with holy mana and other types. Priests prepared for a mass prayer, while the warriors of the church gathered their courage to face the curse. On the wall and beyond it, there were about 50,000 people, all of them froze upon hearing the loud sound of air being torn.
Major Faxmel focused when he heard the sound of an unknown object flying and immediately covered himself with his shield. But the sound was moving away from them, after which a loud explosion was heard. From his place on the wall, he could see where the mana barrier was destroyed and quickly gave orders to his captain and the communication amulet linked to the other officers.
"Put up a new barrier, strengthen it with holy mana, send scouts to the explosion site, report what part of the wall was destroyed, put observers there! I want everyone to prepare for battle right now and check the readiness of the magic turrets! When ordered, be ready to leave the wall!" Major Faxmel shouted loudly and quickly.
"Yes sir!" The Captain replied and began giving out new orders over the communication amulet.
The Bishop landed right next to Major Faxmell and spoke.
"It will be difficult to set up a barrier without guide parts, there are no Great Mages among us."
"How many of them were destroyed?"
"One is completely gone and 3 more are damaged."
"Think of something." Major Faxmell waved him off and continued giving orders and receiving answers via the communication amulet. The Bishop nodded silently and also took out a communication amulet.
A few minutes later, one of the fastest beastmen reported, "The wall was completely torn down for 15 meters, the rest was damaged by unknown magic and lost most of its strength. No trace of the damned was found." Major Faxmell nodded and continued giving orders and receiving intelligence.
Just then, the Bishop was distracted and the mana barrier began to recover, gaining a second layer of holy mana. He didn't look too pleased with this, but he still spoke.
"We had to spend some very valuable artifacts to do this."
Major Faxmell nodded and answered without looking.
"Have the turrets been charged with holy mana?" he asked the Bishop, and then spoke through the communication amulet. "Are the mages ready for joint magic?"
"Of course, half of the turrets are completely filled with holy mana, the estimated recharge time is 30-60 seconds. The priests are ready to perform a ritual to illuminate the earth as soon as the curse reveals itself."
"Great."
The Captain immediately spoke after the Bishop.
"Ready 30 groups of Mages, 5 people each."
Nodding, the Major continued to give out various orders until he sensed a strong accumulation of cursed energy in the fog.
"Fire from the second, sixth, ninth turret." He immediately gave the order.
Meanwhile, the Bishop quickly flew into the air towards the barrier and activated one of his prepared skills. Two glowing golden wings, each 20 meters long, appeared behind the barrier. The Bishop flapped his real wings and the golden wings flapped after them, creating a strong current of wind. After which, the wings dispersed into streams of golden light and drove away the fog for several kilometers, finally revealing the curse.
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A huge wolf 20 meters high and 40 meters long, covered in green rotten wounds stood a kilometer away from them and prepared a cursed attack, immediately several magic turrets fired balls of holy mana, each shot of which was equivalent to the power of a 6th level spell. All three projectiles hit the target accurately, exploding into spheres of light purification. A lot of smoke rose from contact with the curse, for a few seconds nothing was clear until the cursed one roared loudly, dispersing the smoke. There were three wounds on him, each 2 meters in diameter, and many burns. Two wounds in the torso and a wound in the neck began to quickly recover and hiss from the resistance of the holy mana, the flesh charred from the burns also began to recover, right before their eyes. The cursed one opened his eyes and showed their number, each of the eyes examined the wall, with vengeful insidious hatred, looking for any vulnerability.
Looking at the monster, Major Faxmell said to the Bishop, knowing that he would hear him and see the same thing.
"He is a vengeful cursed spirit who created a body for himself from corpses! His resistance to holy mana is somehow much higher than expected! The calculated level of his power shows that he is the highest [Special]. Captain, quickly go to headquarters, call for reinforcements and report this!"
Name: None
Race: Vengeful Cursed Spirit of Decay and Disease [Special+] Lvl 135
Titles:
Cursed Existence [Epic]
Beastman Slayer 100,000 [Uncommon]
"Yes, Sir!" The captain saluted and rushed off at full speed to carry out the order.
The curse straightened up and opened its mouth, revealing a dark purple glow inside. Its muzzle formed into a forged grin and it fired a beam of cursed energy, aiming it at the Bishop.
The Bishop easily reacted, and two golden wings composed of holy mana and spiritual power formed around him again. He placed them in front of the barrier and took the attack of the cursed beam. A huge explosion occurred and the golden wings were torn apart, but the main barrier withstood the attack after them, due to its earlier reinforcements. A wave of dark purple energy swept across the barrier and the Bishop easily landed near Major Faxmel.
The Major, without taking his eyes off the Damned, quietly asked the Bishop, "How long will it take to restore your spiritual wings?"
The bishop also answered quietly, "Years, the curse destroyed all the spiritual power and every part of the wings, now I can only be an ordinary holy magician and priest."
Major Faxmel nodded and thought to himself that "everything is still okay, the curse has learned to hide the preparation of an attack, but it is not capable of much yet." As soon as he thought about this, the curse's face stretched into a sly grin. The major did not understand why it was happy until he saw a slight crack in the holy barrier, it was expanding further with each second!
"Quickly! Fire all guns! Magi, he cursed the barrier, restore it if you can!"
The damned sensed that he would soon be in pain and released a thick wall of black fog in front of him, quickly changing his position. There were 7 shots of holy balls, they entered the fog, exploded and released visible spheres of purification. But people could not see how much damage the damned received. After the explosion, the fog began to quickly advance towards the barrier, again blocking vision and divination magic.
"All Mages capable of wind magic, work in groups to drive away the fog, Fire Mages, fire with all weapons, Earth and Water Mages, make an impassable swamp in front of the wall! Execute!" Major Faxmel shouted and raised his sword.
He looked at his shield, thinking if it could really be useful and decided to put it aside, placing it against the wall. The Cursed One was too heavy and strong, if it had hit him, he would hardly have survived. Now, being half as light, he had a better chance of dodging the attack.
Coming straight to the wall, the Major jumped up to its top with a light jump, and could watch the magicians in action. The wind magicians cast spells and evenly dispersed the fog 300 meters away from the wall, the earth and water magicians sent spells into the ground, turning it into a swamp. Nodding to himself, the major considered that everything was going well. And he thought about the arrival of reinforcements and other [Special] level people in the city.
"Sir, the mages report that they cannot repair the barrier, this is not a normal cursed energy, but a cursed technique that erodes all objects." A voice came from the communication amulet. Without thinking twice, Major Faxmell gave a new order.
"Raise the barrier in the evacuation zone, our barrier won't last long, don't let this infection kill everyone in the city! Bishop, please begin the ritual of consecrating the earth!"
"Yes sir!"
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The damned one thought angrily about what to do, licking his wounds. There were six holes in his body, each two meters in diameter, one of which had completely taken away his eye. He was furious, these wounds would never be fatal for him, but they were causing him agony. Fighting the holy purification was very difficult. His wounds were recovering, but slower than he expected, the holy mana was greatly hindering the healing, and he did not have access to corpses and souls. Therefore, he had to create his body with the accumulated cursed energy, which was not a quick process.
Having retreated some distance, the curse gnashed its teeth in anger. The wall was inhabited by thousands of creatures that were a magnificent delicacy, but it could not reach them. The wall was kilometers long, 20 meters high and the thickness of which he could only guess. It was too strong and equipped with hated barriers and turrets of the holy attribute. Each defender stood behind a stone wall that he could not yet destroy or overcome.
Now the curse understood why people hadn't tried to kill him before and hid behind the majestic wall. But it wasn't that bad, they couldn't kill him either, he knew that for sure now. Although the turrets were a threat, they weren't truly deadly, the only way he saw that would lead him to death was to receive multiple holy attacks and be immobilized, or when he ran out of cursed energy in battle, without access to bodies and souls, this would happen sooner or later, then he would be helpless. Other conditions were impossible to fulfill, until he took revenge for mistress, he was practically immortal in this city.
But the curse still did not see a way to victory. Retreating several kilometers, he continued to search for bodies and replenish his reserves of cursed energy. Five minutes after his retreat, the wall and the area behind it began to shine for several kilometers with the hated holy power. People did something that made his fog much weaker, but it did not help them avoid the poison and his first target. The holy barrier surrounding the slums cracked and fell apart into fragments that quickly dissolved into the air.
After moving some distance away, the curse began to slowly and secretly accumulate the surrounding mana, mixed with the cursed energy. The cursed attack was gathering in its mouth, after a few minutes, it opened its mouth and released it just above the wall, right into the remaining blue barrier. Without waiting for what would happen, the cursed quickly moved away from its original location.
Almost simultaneously, his attack hit the barrier and destroyed it, killing several warriors with the remaining erosion energy. At the same time, 5 holy spheres flew to his previous location, showering him with stone fragments and holy mana rays.
Shaking himself off, the curse smiled, although the warriors on the wall were protected from the touch of the mist, there would still be victims, he just had to wait until they were weak enough to gain even more strength and cause them to despair.
Name: None
Race: Vengeful Cursed Spirit of Decay and Disease [Special+] Lvl 135 > 136
The curse smiled and continued to release the fog and create a new cursed attack. For the next hour, it bombarded the wall with blasts of erosion with near impunity, sometimes killing unlucky soldiers. Its fog also slowly but surely moved on. Even though the wind mages tried to stop it, they reduced the fog's concentration, but nothing more. Every soldier in the fortress was infected. Only holy blessings and the illuminated area saved them from a painful death.
Now the curse began to feel the fear beginning, it was sweet, very, very sweet. But this feeling regularly disappeared due to an unknown ability, someone could rid the soldiers of fear, not giving them the opportunity to feed on negative energy. This again enraged the curse, but he waited further, learning from his mistakes.
He destroyed several more smaller walls to attack other parts of the wall. Under the cover of the fog, he slipped behind the wall and fired an erosion beam at the defenders, but his attack was caught by a new type of mana barrier. The barrier was made of many hexagons, in the form of a thin single plate, measuring 20 by 20 meters.
The barrier caught his attack and was almost able to withstand it, breaking only from the wave of erosion. This surprised the curse and it was unable to immediately react to several volleys of turrets. Three holy shells hit it, leaving wounds two meters in diameter. And two fire shells that melted and burned a large amount of flesh. Because of this, the cursed lost its front paw and was forced to quickly retreat, clasping the torn off paw in its teeth. The next hour, it spent growing the limb and restoring other damage from a very successful attack.
All this time the curse was actively releasing fog, spreading it for many kilometers, covering absolutely the entire city. All that was left for it to do next was to exhaust the soldiers with fog, weaken the wall with erosion and try to destroy as many soldiers and hidden turrets in the wall as possible...