Chapter 40: Fourth-Tier Legend

With the dismemberment of Karen, the undead under his command went completely berserk.

Not only did the undead brought in by Karen launch a frenzied attack against that lunatic, but even the undead legions stationed outside swarmed in like an overwhelming tide.

The people in the Undead Market attempted to stop them, but they were ruthlessly slaughtered by Karen's undead horde without a moment's hesitation.

"Has that necromancer lost his mind?"

Witnessing this scene, the merchants inside the market were completely dumbfounded, utterly unable to comprehend what Karen was trying to do.

"Does he not know that by destroying this market, the Hand of Silver and the Bourbon Kingdom will never let him go?"

How could they possibly know that Karen was already dead at that moment?

Right now, there was simply no one left to control his undead, and it was precisely because of Karen's death that his undead army had completely rioted.

They were going to avenge Karen!

Under these circumstances, the sharper merchants immediately grabbed their people and fled the moment they saw the undead legion flooding into the market.

Those who were clueless met a much more miserable fate; the lucky ones managed to escape with their lives, while the unlucky ones were directly swallowed up by the surging tide of undead.

Back in the small courtyard of Bailey's wife and child, following Karen's death, his undead frantically assaulted the madman.

It had to be said that the undead legion Karen brought with him was quite formidable, featuring nearly a hundred Tier 4 undead. Yet, this close to a hundred Tier 4 undead failed to do anything to that lunatic.

It was not because his strength was terrifyingly high—in fact, his power was merely at the Tier 5 Superior stage.

Under normal circumstances, a Tier 5 entity could never withstand the combined encirclement of a hundred Tier 4 undead.

However, this person was too bizarre; ordinary attacks could not touch him at all. Facing the encirclement, he could even conceal himself inside the bodies of the undead.

Without a method to counter this ability, no amount of undead could pose a threat to him.

In truth, he could have left at any moment, but he simply chose not to.

It was not because he wanted to show off deliberately, but rather because the despair emanating from the little boy was an irresistible temptation to him.

"How is it? Dead. Your mother is dead, and your teacher is dead too.

They actually didn't have to die. In truth, they were all killed by you.

Actually, as long as you made a choice—as long as you made a choice, one of them could have survived. But you didn't make that choice, so both of them died."

He whispered into the little boy's ear, continuously drawing in the despair radiating from him.

However, having suffered continuous blows, the little boy's heart was already completely numb, and the aura of despair dissipated shortly after it began to spread.

"Nothing left? What a delicious despair! I shall miss you, child!"

The madman withdrew his head from the little boy with a look of regret, spoke with utmost emotional intensity, and then drove his hand straight into the little boy's heart, ruthlessly ending his life.

After killing the little boy, the madman felt no further attachment to the place and turned around to leave.

He wanted to leave, but Karen's undead had no intention of letting him go.

The [Ghost Shadow Leopard] materialized instantly behind him, its sharp claws thrusting forward fiercely.

The attack unleashed by the Tier 4 Superior Ghost Shadow Leopard was undoubtedly ferocious enough that even a Tier 5 entity might struggle to endure it. Yet, before that madman, the attack was as weak as a child's toy.

He casually grabbed it, tossed it aside to crash against the incoming 'Death's Wing', and simultaneously spun around to kick away the lunging Husky.

With effortless ease, he dismantled the joint assault of three Tier 4 undead.

Initially, the madman had no intention of entangling himself further with Karen's undead, and after dealing with that wave of attacks, he prepared to depart.

However, at that very moment, the subsequent wave of attacks from Karen's remaining undead arrived.

The spells of Tier 4 undead mages struck him simultaneously, and dozens more undead lunged forward once again.

Caught off guard by this sudden burst of offensive, the madman managed to slip into the body of an undead at the very last second, but he was still injured in the process. This thoroughly provoked his anger!

"Although I don't particularly like fighting things that cannot feel despair, if you all wish to die, I certainly don't mind sending you on your way!"

Accompanied by this chilling declaration, the slaughter began.

He manifested his physical form directly, grabbed one of the Tier 4 undead swarming him, instantly turned it into ice crystals, and then melted back into the undead horde before they could react.

Throughout the subsequent battle, he repeatedly replicated this exact tactic.

Simple and brutal, yet remarkably effective. In just a few minutes, over a dozen of Karen's Tier 4 undead were slain by his hands.

At this rate, it wouldn't be long before Karen's undead were completely wiped out.

"Is this the power of the undead? Is this the power of death? Isn't this strength a bit too feeble? I can't feel any of the greatness that fear and death are supposed to possess.

It is precisely because of your weakness that your master died right before your eyes.

Despair for your own weakness!"

Due to the peculiar nature of his powers, he enjoyed taunting his opponents during battle to shatter their mental defenses. Even when dealing with undead, he was accustomed to utilizing his terrifying strength and neurotic rambling to manufacture the despair of death.

However, this time he was destined to be disappointed. Undead do not despair, but undead do feel anger.

"Boom!"

The moment his words fell, a terrifying aura surged from Little Green, accompanied by a burst of blood-red flames and dense, intricate crimson runes.

"You, killed master, damn you!"

Along with a burst of halting, unpolished human speech, Little Green's figure vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he was already behind the madman, and the longsword in Little Green's hand—cultivated from its natal bone core—pierced straight through the madman's body.

A single strike severely wounded the madman who had just casually killed Karen, demonstrating the formidable strength Little Green had gained after evolving.

Yet it did not end there. Having just narrowly escaped Little Green's sword and retreating a mere few steps, the madman felt a sharp pain in his arm as one of his limbs was cleanly severed from his body.

And the one who had dismembered his arm was none other than Alice, who had also completed her evolution on the other side.

The first coordinated offensive of the two evolved undead directly inflicted severe injuries upon the madman—the very same entity against whom nearly a hundred Tier 4 undead had been utterly helpless. Their extraordinary strength was now fully on display.

Despite losing an arm, however, not a trace of panic flickered across the madman's face.

"Tier 4 Legendary undead? And there are two of them? Interesting, very interesting. Let me play with you..."

"Boom!"

Before the madman could finish his sentence, an even more terrifying aura surged violently.

Following closely behind, a fist smashed heavily into the madman's body, blasting a gaping, bloody hole right through his torso.

Struggling to turn his head, the madman stared at the figure who had ambushed him, his face etched with utter astonishment: "It's you? Weren't you dead?"

"If I died, can't I just come back to life?"

Accompanied by a frigid voice, another blow descended, and the madman's head was smashed to pieces...