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Chapter 105: Book Of Death

Chapter 105: Book Of Death

The ground crumbled, creating a vast, abyssal hole in the eastern battlefield near Hunter City, where Apollo was fighting. Instantly, a dark and bloody, ominous aura burst forth from the chasm, its malevolence palpable. The entire city shuddered, and the sky seemed to darken, enveloped by an eerie, oppressive force.

Warriors and beasts paused, momentarily united in their shock and fear. The dark aura spread rapidly, casting an unnatural twilight over the battlefield. The ground around the chasm trembled violently, and a chilling wind swept across the landscape, carrying whispers of dread.

Apollo’s heart pounded as he stared into the abyss. The pull he had been feeling was now an unrelenting force, compelling him toward the chasm.

"Haha, finally it has appeared! I can finally take that step."

In the sky, the mysterious person, who had shown no emotion until now, laughed maniacally. His voice echoed across the battlefield, filled with excitement and fanaticism. His previously calm demeanour shattered, replaced by an expression of sheer exhilaration.

The City Lord and the Hunter Guild President paused, their eyes narrowing as they focused on the man. His sudden shift in demeanour was unsettling, and they knew that whatever he was planning, it was about to reach its climax.

They both felt their souls tremble as an ominous presence blanketed the land and sky, filling them with unease.

Unable to do anything, they watched helplessly as the two summoned creatures of their mysterious enemy stood unscathed. Any injuries they inflicted were swiftly healed by the dark power that enveloped the creatures, restoring them to their best state.

All they could do now was stare into the deep, abyss-like pit below, a hellish void that sent goosebumps racing across their skin. They couldn’t begin to imagine what horrors lay within its bottomless depths.

Boom!

An explosion of dark aura erupted from the pit, causing the ground to quake. Slowly, something emerged, and everyone felt their souls and bodies tremble in response to its approach.

They remained frozen in their battle stances as the overwhelming dark aura grew denser and denser. Whatever was coming out of that pit was undeniably powerful, and its presence filled them with dread.

Finally, everyone saw the thing that emerged from the depths of the abyss-like pit. It was not a monstrous creature or a horrifying demon, but a book—a book covered in a black aura of death and despair. Its presence alone made the sky tremble, the air growing colder and heavier with each passing moment.

Apollo felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the book. The pull he had been feeling intensified, becoming almost unbearable.

The City Lord and the Hunter Guild President, both seasoned warriors, could barely contain their shock. They had faced many powerful foes in their time, but nothing quite like this. The book’s aura was suffocating, its power seemingly limitless.

The mysterious figure who had orchestrated the attack stepped forward, his grin widening. "Behold," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "The book of Death."

The book floated above the pit, its pages flipping open on their own. Dark tendrils of energy spread out, engulfing the battlefield in a wave of despair. Warriors and beasts alike found themselves frozen in place, unable to move under the crushing weight of the book’s aura.

The mysterious enemy made his move, flying towards the book at a speed that shattered sound barriers, appearing near the ’Book of Death’ in an instant. His appearance shocked the others, but they quickly recognized him as the foe who had been battling the City Lord and the Hunter Guild President, likely the mastermind behind the attack.

He moved slowly towards the Book of Death, unfazed by the dark and deadly aura that surrounded the pit. This aura, ominous and capable of swallowing anything, seemed to part before him as he penetrated its deadly embrace.

"Finally, you are mine," he whispered with a malevolent grin.

Just as he was about to grasp the book, it erupted with horrendous energy, enveloping the entire city. The dark power swallowed everything in its path—the Hunter Guild’s President, the warriors, the beasts, even the city itself—plunging all into impenetrable darkness.

Apollo opened his eyes to find himself enveloped in nothingness, surrounded by an infinite darkness. Waves of energy crashed over him, an overwhelming force that threatened to snuff out his very existence. Yet, within that oppressive darkness, he felt a faint, familiar pull guiding him.

Apollo quickly drew his best weapon, his new sword, ’Ice Star,’ and infused it with his icy life force. The blade flared up, creating a small sanctuary of cold light around him. He held onto that light, using it as a beacon to navigate the abyss.

Within the oppressive darkness, Apollo felt an irresistible pull on his soul, while his understanding of the law of death was increasing rapidly. His blood boiled with an overwhelming urge, one that he struggled to control. The temptation to transform into his half-demon god form surged within him, a power he knew was both incredible and dangerous.

Summoning all his willpower, Apollo fought against the transformation. His strong mind and determination kept him grounded as he slowly moved forward, following the mysterious pull. In this all-encompassing darkness, it was the only path he could take.

Every step felt like an eternity, the cold light of the Ice Star cutting through the suffocating gloom. He could feel the presence of countless souls trapped within the dark energy, their despair and agony fueling his resolve. He would not succumb to the darkness; he would find the source and put an end to this madness.

As he moved, the pull grew stronger, guiding him deeper into the heart of the darkness. The air grew heavier, and the whispers of lost souls became louder, but Apollo pressed on.

On the other side, the mysterious being, whose plan had been proceeding flawlessly, now found his calm and collected demeanour shattered in the unimaginable darkness.

"Why is this happening? This isn’t supposed to happen! I have a high degree of understanding of the law of death—I should be able to control it."

His voice echoed with frustration and disbelief, reverberating through the abyssal void. He clenched his fists, dark energy swirling around him like a tempest.

"But why can’t I control it? Why! Why!"

His eyes, usually filled with cold calculation, now burned with desperation and rage. He had meticulously planned every step, weaving a web of darkness and death to ensnare his enemies and seize ultimate power. Yet, here he was, faced with a force that defied his will.

The Book of Death didn’t seem to choose him as its master, and he hadn’t considered this possibility.

He was one of the few talented individuals with a deep understanding of the Law of Death, and he couldn’t imagine the book having any other choice. Who else in this city could have a better understanding of this law than him?

In his fury, the dark aura around him intensified, crackling with chaotic energy. He reached out, trying to reassert his dominance over the Book of Death he had summoned, but the energy recoiled, resisting his command. It was as if the very essence of death and despair he had harnessed was rebelling against him.

The mysterious being’s frustration grew as he realized his failure. "What’s wrong? Why didn’t the Book of Death choose me?"

"Darn it! Darn it!" he cursed.

He was a prodigy who embraced the path of death and blood at the tender age of thirteen, slaughtering hundreds within his own family who had made his life worse than death after his father’s demise, stripping him of everything.

He understood early on that, without strength, he would only be trampled by others. He devoted himself to mastering necromancy and dark sorcery, committing countless horrifying acts over centuries to attain power that rivalled that of saints. Thus, he became infamous as ’Arktane the Lich Lord.’

Even after transforming into an undead lich himself, he remained unable to lay hands on the ultimate treasure that could not only solve all his problems but also grant him unimaginable power.

It had taken him a century to discover, pinpoint its location, and finally find it. Yet it remained unresponsive to him.

But he refused to stay idle and pressed onward into the darkness, following the Law of Death. He couldn’t afford to let it slip away.

On the other side, Apollo also moved in the same direction, drawn by an inexplicable force that grew stronger with every step he took.

As Apollo pressed forward, the darkness seemed to thicken around him, swirling with unseen forces that tugged at his very being. Each step he took felt heavier as if the weight of ages pressed down upon him.

The pull he felt was undeniable, drawing him deeper into the heart of the darkness. His mind raced with thoughts and questions, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming sensation that he was on the cusp of something profound and dangerous.