Chapter 484 - Dominant Counterkill

But the knight never gave himself such an opportunity.The thick muzzle of his gun was already within striking distance, and the berserk power was released instantaneously.

The roaring hou, the fearsome magic power.

The shadow of death instantly engulfed the Winged Night Shadow.

5D8+10D6 (50-100) of damage; the Winged Night Shadow took the full brunt of it, and its massive form was shattered to a great extent on the spot.

Gaven acted only when necessary, but when he did, he unleashed the full might of the Death Roar.

Upon realizing his enemy was a Winged Night Shadow, he opened his Undead Vengeance domain without hesitation.

The ability to designate a sworn enemy was of no use then.

The attacks the Winged Night Shadow had unleashed on him were all while continuously stacking the Revenge BUFF.

In the past, his opponents would be finished off by him at the outset, never getting the chance to attack him.

This time, facing the bothersome Winged Night Shadow, he could only play defensively and counterattack.

The Winged Night Shadow had another weakness that wasn’t really a weakness; being a pure soul energy entity, it had no constitution bonus, just simple soul energy, so its life force was somewhat low.

Uh!

This was in comparison with other monsters of equivalent level—the young Red Dragon, for example, had over two hundred points of life force, twice that amount.

The Winged Night Shadow was not killed by a single shot.

The shattered body was quick to reassemble; in just a few seconds, it had returned to its normal size, though the black mist that made up its body was significantly thinner, indicating that the substantial amount of its life essence it had lost had not yet been replenished—this could only be restored through absorbing the life force of living beings combined with negative energy, as ordinary negative energy was insufficient.

While the Winged Night Shadow reshaped its form, it also let out a frenzied roar, urging the ghosts it had just summoned to protect itself while also calling upon its charges to come to its defense.

What kind of monster had sprung up before it?

Devoid of even a Transcendent rank, it was capable of wielding the power of the Laws, and it was the power of the Undead Vengeance domain at that. Could it be Chiaranlisha’s chosen, that old Undead?

No! No! No!

That old woman was close to being done for herself; how could she have the power to promote another chosen?

On the contrary, there were legends from the Shadow Plane that spoke of a Blasphemer of the Goddess of Revenge who specifically opposed her, costing her several Transcendent Sacrificers and even stealing a part of her power.

Could it be this one before me?

Yes, it must be him.

The weapon that had hit me just now was imbued with the power of Undead Divinity, exerting a tremendously suppressive effect on me.

Had it been an ordinary weapon that struck me, it would not have caused the phenomenon where my body disintegrated like before.

"Wait... wait... I surrender, I am willing to serve you..." the Winged Night Shadow was a highly intelligent Undead Spirit, and facing the threat of death, it immediately switched its allegiance.

They were Undead Creatures, and once destroyed, there was rarely a chance for resuscitation, especially if it was by a weapon bearing Undead Divinity.

Unless an Undead God was willing to intervene.

However, Gaven did not waste words with the Winged Night Shadow; while it was in the process of regenerating, he thrust the Death Roar into its body, activated his ability to designate a specific enemy, pulled the trigger, all in one fluid motion.

5D8+6D6 (36-76) damage, while not as terrifying as the first attack.

But it was enough to finish the job, shattering the Winged Night Shadow on the spot, sending it into the cycle of death.

Gaven’s shadow, however, came to life like a terrifying monster, gorging on the fragments of the Winged Night Shadow. For Weizemay Manor, such native creatures from the Shadow Plane were the ultimate supplement, second only to Red Dragon Wraiths.

As the Winged Night Shadow fell, the ghost that was mere inches away from Gaven vanished instantly; it was forcibly dispersed back into the Shadow Plane.

"Ah..." The Dwarves Elf Commander, like a chick grasped by its neck, let out a scream of terror.

Where on earth did this monstrosity come from?

A Winged Night Shadow, a powerful servant of the Masked Sovereign, capable of defeating hundreds of Dwarves Elf elites on its own.

And yet, it had been disposed of with just two strikes by him.

Had he misjudged the situation?

Was the opponent not merely a Professional who had not reached Transcendence but a Legendary figure feigning weakness?

But if he had been misled, was the Winged Night Shadow also fooled?

Given its earlier confidence, it had seemed certain of its superiority over its adversary.

The reversal of the situation was too swift!

So quick that he hadn’t even had time to join the fray.

After all, it was an aerial battle; the speed of the Flying Spell was fixed, and he simply couldn’t keep up.

Most importantly, the Winged Night Shadow had initially held a clear advantage, not needing his help whatsoever.

Now, seeing the Slayer’s gaze fixed on him.

The Velen-exclusive Sacrificer, without a second thought, immediately tried to pull out a forked metal rod to initiate an Otherworldly Transport, seeking refuge in another plane.

He didn’t believe he had the strength to oppose a formidable entity that dispatched the Winged Night Shadow so dominantly.

What caused this Velen-exclusive Sacrificer to curse universally was a black hand composed of shadows that suddenly emerged from his own shadow, grabbed the spellcasting device for the Otherworldly Transport, and forcefully yanked it away; he couldn’t maintain his grip, and it was snatched away in surprise.

It was an artifact charged with the coordinates of an otherworldly place of transport, and without that thing, the spell couldn’t be cast.

That brief delay cost the Velen-exclusive Sacrificer the time to react otherwise.

In the next moment, the monstrous steed beneath the Slayer accelerated to maximum speed, appearing right beside him.

The next second, he understood why the Winged Night Shadow had been dispatched so quickly.

It was an absolute suppression emanating from the divine.

The object in his hand wasn’t just any weapon; it was a Divine Artifact.

Under the full force of Gaven’s firepower,

this Velen Sacrificer couldn’t withstand two shots either, and his head was blasted apart, resulting in his immediate death on the spot.

On his person, only one designated charge for a chosen enemy was consumed.

The life force of humanoid creatures, even those at Transcendent Professional Levels, simply cannot compare to that of monsters with the same Life Dice—a natural disadvantage they possess.

Once the Revenge BUFF stacks more than five layers, a close-range blast is very likely to instantly kill anyone below Transcendent Professionals, and highly likely to critically injure Transcendent Professionals.

This Dwarves Elf Commander could not escape that high probability and all that was left was to shoot him at close range.

The body of the Velen Sacrificer had no chance to fall from the sky before being consumed by negative energy and dragged off to Weizemay Manor.

The manor now serves as Gaven’s long-distance warehouse, and in cases where there’s no time to loot bodies, the bodies are sent straight there to be handled by Daphne.

The only inconvenience was the temporary uncertainty of what spoils of war he had obtained and whether there were any that could immediately be converted into his own combat strength.

This feature could still be further exploited, ideally to include long-distance communication, and the ability to summon items from afar.

With that, it would be possible to create an infinitely large backpack warehouse that is immediately accessible and incredibly convenient.

Talking about it is one thing; from encounter to overwhelming counter-attack, Gaven took less than a minute—all this while the Undead Vengeance field’s duration hadn’t even fully expired.

The terrifying excitement of it all was known only to Gaven himself.

This incident also served as a warning bell for him.

What kind of enemy he faced was not something he could choose.

Especially as he was rapidly expanding his sphere of influence, the scope of his reach was growing ever wider.

The Special Ability granted to him by the Milestone of Destiny made him extremely powerful in some aspects, but such development was highly unbalanced, certainly not as well-rounded as having a Professional Level.

For instance, bonuses to various Saving Throws, more Life Dice, more Professional Feats, and so on.

Once countered, it was easy to fall into the dangerous situation he faced today.

If it weren’t for the formidable attack power of the Death Roar, he would have certainly met his downfall here today.

Starting his path as an Arcane Adept is the most pressing matter for the next while, aiming to raise his Professional Level to beyond Transcendent as quickly as possible.

Then, with a host of Special Abilities and what could only be described as lavish equipment, he would be able to handle most situations. At the very least, below the Legendary, he would be able to hold his own.

This aerial battle had taken place under the watchful eyes of many.

Especially when the Half-Moon Colt released the Daylight Spell, dispelling the Dark Arts surrounding the Winged Night Shadow and attracting the attention of the crowd engaged in the melee below.

That’s right.

The Daylight Spell just cast on Gaven wasn’t his doing, but the Half-Moon Colt’s.

By confronting the Divine Root and killing Moando’s Pet Servant, she had gained a substantial amount of Experience Value, leveling up twice, not only gaining the ability to undergo Bestial Transformation but also choosing the Natural Spellcasting feat, allowing her to cast Druid Spells while in animal form.

At such a distance, those below couldn’t ascertain the specifics of the situation here.

Unaware of the great danger Gaven faced, they only heard four loud blasts.

A Transcendent Velen exclusive Sacrificer with a Dark Mask, and a Winged Night Shadow that could become a nightmare for an entire city.

Both were blown away just like that.

The morale of the Dwarves Elves plummeted in an instant.

Just how formidable was the power of their opponent? Could it be a Legendary fighter?

If a Legendary fighter was intervening, was there any way to continue the battle?

Moreover, their advantage was largely due to the brilliant command of the Masked Dark, creating local superiority through outnumbering the enemy. Without his command, once the Golia gathered on a large scale, the Dwarves Elves’ lines were liable to collapse completely.

Many Dwarves Elves started to look uncertain, glancing around with the whites of their eyes showing, ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

In stark contrast, the morale of the Golia reached a peak. Although they did not recognize the newcomer, they felt the aura of nature on him, an ally of their own.

Most importantly, the Dwarves Elves had lost a strong reserve force, allowing the Golia to play their last hand and tap into their full potential.

Golia Barbarians roared one after another, their heights soared as muscles bulged and eyes turned blood-red. Their already formidable statures became even more imposing and frightening in their Berserk State.

Hou! Hou! Hou!

Six figures rose from the ground, transforming into giant eagles and diving toward the Dwarves Elves.

They were the Druids amongst the Golia, initiating their Bestial Transformation.

Just as Gaven had surmised, the group of Dwarves Elves and the Golia were arch-enemies, very familiar with one another’s capabilities.

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Now that the Winged Night Shadow was dead, there were no reservations.

"Down."

With a press from Gaven, the Half-Moon Colt understood, folding her wings and diving toward the thickest part of the fray.

Boom!

Before they even fully landed, the roar of the Death Roar led the way.

To achieve maximum deterrence, Gaven used the last designated charge for a chosen enemy of the day on a Dwarves Elf who seemed like a squad leader.

The squad leader of the Dwarves Elf was also ill-fated.

Gaven targeted his chest, but instinctively, he crouched down to activate the Thief’s Stealth, inadvertently presenting his head.

The Revenge Skull Shatter couldn’t help but activate, instantly turning his head into a watermelon packed with explosives, with warm, fresh blood splattering everywhere.

"Run!"

"Alright! Kill!"

This kind of bloody instant kill was the most shocking and at the same time, the most inspiring.