Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 296 Death Struggle
Khufu knew he was no match for him!

This intertwined black and white power transcends his understanding of the laws of the undead!
"No! I'm not resigned to this!" The fear deep within Khufu's soul grew wildly, but his survival instinct made him refuse to give up and wait for death!

give up?

Absolutely impossible!

"Blasphemer! Bear the wrath!" Khufu roared hysterically, slamming his pharaoh's scepter down heavily!
Rumble, rumble—!
The entire Great Pyramid of Giza, this temple of the dead built of curses and resentment, groaned under its unbearable burden!

The stone gate of the pyramid suddenly burst open!

In an instant!
Endless creatures of the Egyptian underworld poured out of every passageway of the pyramids!

The rotting mummy dragged its body wrapped in shrouds, its empty eye sockets burning with eerie green flames, emitting a silent howl.

The dark swordsman, clad in rusty black armor and wielding a broken greatsword, moved swiftly, the blade flowing with filthy, cursed power.

Even more so are the ghostly spirits and vengeful spirits formed from pure resentment, emitting piercing screams that seem to pierce the soul.

The entire core area of ​​the pyramid was instantly engulfed by undead creatures, which surrounded Kindred!

However, these are all low-level undead. The Sphinx, Medusa, and other monarch-level undead who once had some power have either died or escaped in the battle against Tsar Azir.

Faced with these dead souls.

There was no fear in the wolf spirit's eyes; instead, they revealed an almost cruel excitement and extreme contempt.

"Ouch——!!!"

Another deep, soul-piercing wolf howl!

This time, the will contained in the howl was purer and more domineering!

Centered on Kindred, the Death God's Law, representing "the end," swept out!

The roaring mummies lunged forward, their bodies crumbling away like weathered sand sculptures, silently disintegrating inch by inch!
The armor and weapons of those dark swordsmen wielding greatswords rusted, decayed, and scattered on the ground as if weathered by time, along with the cores of the vengeful spirits within them, which were extinguished!
Those shrieking ghosts and vengeful spirits, like thin mist exposed to the scorching sun, evaporated and vanished before they could even utter a scream!
Just one sound!
The surging army of undead was completely annihilated!
However, this was exactly the opportunity that Khufu had been waiting for!

"In my name! All souls return to their origin!" Khufu's scepter erupted with an unprecedented eerie green light!
The primal power of the undead, which had been intimidated by the wolf spirit and had not yet completely dissipated, was drawn by Khufu and frantically converged toward his scepter!

This is the essence of death accumulated by the pyramids over countless years!
It is the crystallization of the resentment of countless lost souls!
Khufu spared no expense, frantically extracting and compressing!
The power contained in the Pharaoh's scepter has risen to a terrifying level!

"Ughh ...
Buzz - boom! ! !

A beam of ultimate, condensed light, almost pitch black in color, seemingly capable of devouring all light, carrying an aura of deathly stillness that could destroy everything, hurtled towards Qianjue!

This attack was far more powerful than any of the previous ones; it was Khufu's ultimate strike, a desperate gamble that would destroy everything!
At the same time, this once arrogant undead emperor's voice trembled with a hint of pleading that he himself was unaware of:

"I have no grudge against you! Why must you be so ruthless?!"

"Let's retreat now!"

"The underworld... I can share power with you!"

Khufu was severely wounded by the Tsar, and of the three pyramids, he was the only one who escaped back to the underworld!
He was truly driven to the brink of despair, and fear completely overwhelmed his dignity; all he wanted was to survive!
Faced with this devastating, ultimate radiance of darkness, the wolf spirit let out a disdainful sneer:

"A death throes? The wailing of ants!"

The wild voice, like an icicle, pierced Khufu's last illusion.

"Share? You dare to challenge me?!" Yang Ling's ethereal voice remained calm, yet carried a chilling, judgmental tone:

"Khufu...the opportunity has passed."

"Since you remain stubbornly unrepentant and refuse a dignified end..."

"Then, let us perform this final... 'purification' for you."

As the words fell!

The wolf spirit's deep shadow suddenly expanded, and its wolf eyes burst forth with a ferocious light that could burn away the soul!
An immense aura erupted, like an invisible shackle, instantly locking in and suppressing that devastating ultimate radiance of the underworld!
This drastically reduced its speed, and the death energy and curse it contained were forcibly imprisoned and stripped away!
at the same time!

Yang Ling's hand, which had been raised as if to guide the threads of fate, finally made a move!
In his hand, instead of gathering energy, a strangely shaped small bow and arrow materialized!
The bow is made of pure wood, but the bow tip is shrouded in a deep, dark shadow, as dark as night.

The bowstring is a constantly flickering stream of black and white light, formed purely from the laws of life and death!

An arrow, also made of interwoven black and white, was silently placed on the bowstring.

The arrow has no sharp arrowhead; its tip is a slowly rotating miniature Tai Chi symbol, representing the end of life and eternal rest!

"Om-"

The bowstring trembled slightly, silently.

Black and white arrows were released from the bow!

It pierced through the barriers of space, ignoring the raging Nether Radiance suppressed by the wolf spirit.

Like the pointer of fate, it pierced through Khufu's imperial body, which was built from death energy and resentment, without any resistance!
puff--!
There was only one sound, crisp yet hollow, like porcelain shattering.

Khufu's eyes, burning with ghostly green soul flames, froze instantly!

He looked down in disbelief at the spot in his chest where the black and white arrows had pierced through.

There were no wounds, only the slowly rotating "Tai Chi" mark imprinted on the core of his soul!
"I..." Khufu's voice trailed off.

He felt an unprecedented chill.

His power, his consciousness, are being frantically devoured by those spinning black and white marks!

"You... what exactly..." Khufu's last thoughts were filled with confusion and resentment, and his soul fire rapidly dimmed.

The wolf spirit's cold voice, like a final death knell, tolled in his fading consciousness:
"The Land of the Dead? Hmph!"

"Back when that Tsar banished you back to this filthy lair..."

"Your place in this world has vanished!"

"At this moment, it's merely a matter of completely erasing the remnants of your defeat!"

"Tsar? You...you are, you all?" Khufu's eyes were filled with horror, but he could no longer utter the next words.

The shadow of the wolf spirit suddenly pounced out, crashing heavily into Khufu's crumbling imperial body!

laugh--!
Khufu's consciousness, along with his last resentment and bitterness, vanished completely with the end of the wolf spirit's attack!
Khufu, the Egyptian undead emperor, has thus fallen completely!
(End of this chapter)