Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

Her deadly breath rained down like a curse of death on the emperor's figure.

Due to the shockwave that spread around the castle the moment the magma serpent broke in, the man was thrown to the ground, still unaware of what was about to happen to him.

Instincts screamed at him, urging him to lift his gaze. The last thing he saw were flames that burned his body so perfectly that not even ash remained. He vanished from the face of the earth, never to be seen again.

The mighty necromancer, the emperor of the Graveborn empire, was gone—just like that.

'Zaroth!' the moment she made sure that she had put an end to the man, she spoke to Zaroth using their mental connection.

He was still locked in deadly battle with Ragnar, yet replied anyway.

'What?'

'The necromancer! He is dead!'

Zaroth's eyes widened momentarily. It was over? Just like that?

No… he had a very bad feeling about this, there was no way the one that had managed to command so many undead crusaders would die just like that.

It felt too easy, too anticlimactic. Given the life he had lived until now, he was certain he had missed something important all along.

There was only one way to be sure. He briefly tore his gaze away from Ragnar and searched for the Dullahan.

"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath when he saw the deadly titan still clashing with Eldros and the beasts he had left as support.

What was worse, the Dullahan seemed to have become faster and stronger. It was almost as if killing the emperor—its supposed master—had only made the entity more powerful.

'How could this be?' his mind raced. If the Graveborn's emperor wasn't the one that had commanded the undead army, then who was doing it?

He had to solve the issue and do it fast, Eldros was very close to losing and with Luna fighting at full power against the magma serpent, his mana was leaving him at an alarming rate.

"David!" with only one thing coming to mind he called out to his friend that was still locked in battle against Rynor.

"The Abyss!" he shouted. It was a short message, yet he believed that David was going to pick up on what he was implying.

A moment later Zaroth's eyes narrowed, the surroundings became much darker. His foot struggled to adjust to the unfamiliar terrain beneath him.

He had been transported to the Abyss.

A slight tremble passed over his being, remembering the last time he had been here and what he had been forced to face against. But if it was facing the being once again in order for them to win, then he was ready to take this gamble!

"What is this place?" out of the people fighting in the area, Eldros was the only one that didn't have any experience when it came to fighting in the Abyss.

What's more, the divine eye above his head didn't stop to gaze around—no, now it only intensified. Its mere presence began to light up the surroundings to a considerable level.

"This place makes me strong!" was the only thing Zaroth was able to shout to Eldros before being bombarded with Ragnar's unrelenting attacks.

"You must be an idiot, I also benefit from being here, you fool!" Ragnar spat coldly. In response, his attacks intensified severalfold. Now with the consistent surge of mana thanks to the Abyss, he didn't need to be careful to preserve it. He was able to rain down his world color-draining attacks even more often now.

Zaroth, faced with the rain of slashes, had only a single reaction—his face broke into a smirk and used Darkveil.

Immediately, the darkness surged towards him and wrapped around him like a mother embraced her child.

"Let's test my theory," he chuckled, letting one of Ragnar's hits connect to his arm.

A shockwave of energy passed over his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. He had felt the impact quite clearly.

However, this was all that happened—only the shockwave reached him, the blade didn't.

"How?" Ragnar halted his attacks, eyes no doubt wide under his helmet from sheer shock.

Only the Dullahan had ever been able to stop any of his attacks, this wasn't supposed to be possible!

It seemed that Zaroth's suspicions had proven to be correct. After his mana core reached the Epic tier, he felt himself becoming stronger. However, this wasn't the case for just his mana-based skills.

It was just as Luna had told him before—even if he could gain power through different paths, ultimately it all resided within his body. In other words, it was all connected.

When one aspect grows so strong that it overshadows the others, the weaker areas subtly begin to improve to minimize the imbalance.

Basically, his demonic skills had grown more powerful, and when coupled with the darkness surrounding him—practically the perfect environment for his skill—it resulted in armor so tough that not even Ragnar, a Fated one, a Fragment bearer, couldn't penetrate his defenses.

"This is simply the difference between us," Zaroth calmly replied, beginning to unleash attack after attack towards his foe. He wasn't pulling any stops, he was using even his fire-related skills—all in order to finish the fight as soon as possible.

He still had trauma from his last meeting with a native of the Abyss, and he would prefer if he could avoid such a thing from happening again.

"Bastard!" the Mad Prince shouted in fury. No matter how many attacks he blocked, he couldn't seem to gain the upper hand. Zaroth was relentless, unwilling to pause even for a fraction of a second.

"Where is my brother?!" Ragnar spat in irritation, eyes briefly shifting to the side searching for Rynor.

The False Prince was still battling against David… if one could call it a fight at all. Rynor's face was bloody. He was soon going to lose as well.

"Useless to the very end I see," the Mad Prince complained angrily about his brother. They were supposed to be siblings, yet they were so different from one another it was ridiculous!

"Who is the idiot now?" Naturally, Zaroth hadn't missed that Ragnar had distracted himself with the others' battles. Not willing to let the chance go to waste, he stabbed with his odachi towards the man's eye sockets.

"AHH!" Ragnar shouted beneath his helmet. It seemed that Zaroth hadn't been able to succeed in killing him in one strike. But that was all right.

Now with his odachi in his foe's helmet, he brought it upwards and with it he took the Mad Prince's helmet off.

"I agree. You really are busted," Zaroth mocked coldly, seeing the face of the man. Most of it was covered by a large scar that went from his left lip to the back of his head.

Zaroth didn't have more time to observe the man's appearance. The next second, his odachi flashed through the air, beheading the Mad Prince in one graceful move.

A momentary relief washed over his body, but he didn't allow himself to feel happy just yet. He could explore what he had gained for killing a Fragment bearer later. First, he had to aid Eldros—the man must have had a tough time against the Dullahan.

"Eldr—" Zaroth stopped mid-sentence once his eyes went to where Eldros' unfaltering figure was supposed to be.

"No…" Zaroth's lips dried in seconds, his mind racing, struggling to comprehend the scene.

For Eldros was lying beheaded on the ground with the Dullahan calmly standing next to his body.