The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5116

Above the shattered ruins of Bloodbane Palace, a murky crimson haze churned like thick, half-congealed blood.

The mouthful of blood essence Dincelius spat drenched the ancient command token in his grip. Carved across its weather-worn surface were grotesque demonic visages, and the instant the blood seeped into each cut those faces lit up. Scarlet radiance oozed from every groove, the lines twisting and pulsating as though the metal itself had come alive.

From the fissures splitting the earth there rose first a deep, muffled pounding—ten thousand war drums beating beneath the ground—then, without warning, countless arms sheathed in dark-violet scales punched through the rock. Talons scraped stone with an ear-shattering shriek.

“Bloodbane Guards… form up!”

Dincelius' voice rasped. Frothy blood bubbled from the ragged stumps where his arms had been severed, yet the last sparks of defiance still blazed in his eyes.

Thousands of colossal figures erupted from the crevices, every Bloodbane Guard towering close to ten meters.

Blacksteel armor veined with flowing blood-red markings encased each of them. Beneath their helms there were no faces—only two clusters of flickering ghostfire.

Toxic mist coiled around the points of the halberds they wielded. The moment they emerged they locked into an intricate formation, every halberd aimed skyward at Radmus, unleashing killing intent fierce enough to rend the clouds apart.

As the formation whirled, the blood-colored fog blanketing the ground was forcibly siphoned, condensing into a glowing scarlet ring that circled the Bloodbane Guards. Inside that ring drifted myriad tortured faces—the fallen spirits of Bloodbane Palace members across the ages.

High above, Radmus floated at the top of the crimson mist. Possessed by the blood corpses, his pupils held no emotion whatsoever—only absolute contempt for life.

He could not even be bothered to glance downward. Lifting his right hand—swathed in blood corpse energy—he allowed the blood at his fingertips to burst apart, scattering into tens of thousands of scarlet needles, every one stinking of all-corroding decay.

Hum!

The needles crashed down like a monsoon. The front ranks of the Bloodbane Guards formation erupted with a blinding violet glare the instant the barrage struck.

The scarlet ring at the formation’s heart ballooned outward, holding the needle storm a full ten meters away; yet the needles clung like maggots, gnawing layer upon layer at the radiant barrier.

A cracking sound echoed out. In unison, the foremost Bloodbane Guards dropped to one knee, the ghostfire beneath their helms flickering madly—the needles were violently draining the energy within their bodies!

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