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Chapter 51 - Chapter 5

While Radament may have the 'perfect' body made from powerful warriors, the undead failed to understand one important detail.

The difference between having it and knowing how to use it!

He got it from stealing from others.

Berhald got his from trying to fulfill, at first, his tribe's main goal which is to survive!

Sure that might sound stupid, but never forget what kind of world he is in!

As for what is driving him now, to go to such lengths, to break down his body slowly, to cause cracks to form on his soul.

Berhald wanted to prove that he was worthy of the second chance he was given!

To rise up and stand side by side with his tribe's leader as equals!

Even at the cost of his own existence!

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Being 'unshackled' means the world's limits upon you with being reduced almost to nothing.

Well, defensively speaking.

Concepts of strength, magic, even things of spiritual nature would be useless against someone under that condition.

"Die!"

Radament used a fireball spell in retaliation before a savage grin formed on his rotting face once the spell landed since it also had a poison bolt in the center to surprise his victim that stood there as smoke formed around Berhald.

But his grin quickly shifted into one of shock as the goat-man's fist hammered down against forcing him to back up into a wall.

"Why!? WHY DOESN'T IT WORK!?"

this was the question that he screamed out loud both from frustration and curiosity as a mage, but Berhald wasn't going to bother in answering him since all that he wanted to do was kill this mage and complete his oath!

Right now, any attack that is done to Berhald, at this VERY moment, would be like a tickle~

But the difference between the berserkers, limit breakers, and those who are unshackled is that their overall power stays the same.

Meaning if it were against someone that Berhald's attack's felt like mosquitos against at first, it would remain the same.

However, his current strength was enough to give a satisfying beatdown on the face of the shrieking undead~.

"WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?WHY!?-"(A/n while I could've done more to give my readers an idea of how insane he is let's just get back to it since my dear reader John poked at it, I find it pretty fun just to get a reaction from my readers~)

He repeatedly inquired like a broken machine as his curiosity had to be sated or Radament will turn into his obsessive self once more to pursue knowledge!

He fired more poison bolts and other magical attacks in the belief that the goatman was just putting up a strong front.

But the next fist stopped his next set of spells and that thought of the goatman trying to hide his wounds!

The goatman smashed a fist down to the side of the temple of the mummy, causing a small crack to form on the skull, before grabbing him by the throat then threw the undead through the skeletons that were trying to help their summoner before crashing into one of the crumbling walls!

Only to tackle the Mummy that was in a daze shortly after slamming into it!

Making Berhald seem like a mindless berserker!

*BAK* X?? *CRACK* X?? *BAM* X??

Berhald wasn't letting Radament get a chance to cast a spell or even time to even think!

Using a move that looked oddly similar to a certain boxing character at first, Berhald's body tilted from side to side with a punch that followed, spreading his feet to better support his actions

The goatman was delivering punches that cracked the wall that was a few feet away and the ground around them, the sounds of his hits were terrible to listen to... if you were an enemy, but Walter was happy that he was on his side, before firing a mana bolt to one of the undead that was trying to sneak up on his summon!

Upon watching this, it made him excited for one very good reason, how strong would he be once he recovers?

that thought made Walter ponder on what he was capable of, but at the same time worried about his spiritual passenger that may be waiting for another chance to wreak havoc once given the chance.

But the sudden shockwave put everyone in a daze as it was strong enough to shake the insides of everyone in the second level of the sewers!

Radament finally retaliated with a spell that formed a pentagram before black flames enveloped his attacker and burned through the ceiling!

By using this spell, not only did it obliterate a good amount of the undead, but also left scorch marks on Yang who retreated thanks to Balter who pulled her away before she, too, would've ended up like what happened with Jekyll and the minions under hairy that were burnt to ashes, hell even Andariel's body got injured before she disappeared into the darkness.

While there were no problems with the minions, Jekyll's soul, however, was left missing some large chunks as it returned to Walter!

He looked ahead in worry for his summon and the current condition of Berhald wasn't a pleasant sight!

His armor was melted down, many parts of his body suffered 3rd-degree burns, some parts of his flesh on his finger and face dripped down like rotten meat falling from bones exposing his teeth and ruined muscles that barely covered his skull.

He was in a terrible condition, as his body stood standing there slouching forward a little, with blood dripping from his injuries.

You could hear him breathing faintly, who knows how much longer he can last!

Radament, who was feeling proud of his work, looked toward Walter with an even crazier look as the cracks that formed on his skull made him even more intimidating.

The undead headed towards the body that he sought so desperately, with a wobbly frame, dense amounts of mana formed around his arms while preparing his next spell, unable to talk, unable to think about anything else since his previous spell harmed HIM as well!

Radament needed to transfer his body into that perfect body soon or he'll...!

but something else got his attention, as the eyes of his next body widened as did those around Walter.

Were they looking at him? no, that isn't right...

A surge of killing intent soon traveled through his body before a bloodied hand that lack skin and a good portion of flesh grabbed Radament's shoulder.

A dreadful yet scratchy voice asked.

"Ẃ̷̥͚̰̗̗̖̮̪̹̖̠̲̎̑̃̎͋ḥ̷̫̺̪̹̇̂͐̌͐̍̄͑̈͛̌͛͐͒̂Ȩ̵̮͔͓̣̮̫̱͛̓̐̏̄̕r̵̢̨̨̤͙̟̤͚̖̗͚̃͋̒̈́͂E̵̮̲̺̞̳̭͚̪̲̙͇̥̟̟͆̏͑̈́͜͝͝ ̷̹̣̖͕̬̗̥͗̓̓̑͑̀͐͛̎͋̐͗̚͝Ą̶̳͕̝̮̯̗̠̙̗͉̫̏̔̕͜r̷̤͋̔̿̔̽͗͝E̴̻̼̭̯̲̱̗̻̭̣͑̅ ̸̳̱̘̯̫̎̾Ỳ̷̠̪͓̥̹̯̘̑̎͊́̈͐O̶̻̲̩̣̞̐̇͒̀̆͛̾͘͝͠Ù̷̥̯͚͔̈́̀̀̾̀͒̆͋̓͊͘͝ ̵̳̗̤͖̩̹̫̰̙̦̾͋͂̎͂̍͆͑̚G̶̛̫̮̦̻̱͕͕̬͎̩̮̲̙̺̔̈͒̐̈́͛̌̑̈́̈͗͋͝͝ó̷̩̫̊I̶̦̣̭͔̐̎̐̌̊̃̑͜n̵̛̛̛͓̠̙̳̞̞͓͉͍͓̲͈͆̽͌̌̄͐̕͜͝͝G̶̛͕̰̪̪̩̱͂̉͐̔̔͂̿̀͜?̵̳̈͗̍̽̎̽̇̄͐͆̈́͐̕̚"

The undead looked to the owner of the voice and Berhald's current look was similar to a zombie before feeling something puncture through his chest!

Never underestimate someone that goes through near-suicidal means to train, especially the amount of effort, and blood that was put into it just to use his tribesmen's ability!

The goatman then added with a snarl.

"̴͇͎͕͔̲̮̦̳̹͖̜̱͕͈̆̎̄̽̾̇́̊́͐̿̿̕ͅI̷̖̗͕͇̪̔͛̉͆͌́͗͗͋̌̈́̔͑̿͑ ̴̛̫͇̜̳͖̳̈͌͒̄́̆̾̿͐̍͐͋̈́̚T̶̟̫̋̿̿̀͋̒́̏̔̈́͝͠͠o̴̗̊̿͋̓̄̕͠L̷̫̮̺̲̤̻̳̾̅̕ͅd̸͖͙͗̋̑͛ ̵͍̦̆̀̈́͂̈́̀͘y̸̨̨̜̘̱͗͐͐̌̌́̈́̀̈́̇̀͑̉̀Ơ̴͖͓̬͙͓̬͔̳̋̀̑ư̴̧̡̧̳̗͉̬̥̗̘̩͍̮̭̫̈́̋́͂̾̄̇̿̾̆̚̕ ̶̦͈͔̺͔̲̲͚̱̈t̸͆̀̏͑̊͑̀́̅͂͆̐̔̎̿ͅH̴͓̥̖͖̲͈͓͍́̀͐̅̔͌̋̏͝a̵̹̲̟̩̥̒͗͂͐̄̿T̵̨͖̜̳̲̼̠͊͑̾̓́̌̓̚͝͠ ̶̡̛͙̳̻̔̔̃̇̽̆̽̒̚I̷̢̮̬̩̫̰̺͈͉̿̿̎̒̊̈̈́̌̑̚̕ ̴̡͓̖̊̍̀̀̽̅̾W̴̡̘̖̩̮̩̤̒o̴̜͎̭͑̕͝͝͝ͅỦ̷̡̢̹̋̑͌͐̂̐l̵̢̛͔̝̣̬̬̻̳͙̭̝͚͑͌̋̅̒͜͜͠D̴̢̧̡̫̥̭̬̰̠͖͕̬̺̃͐͑ ̶̬̪͕̅̄͌̒̏́̉̒̍̕͝F̵̡̹͓̰̻̲͓̲̲̜͛̈́̌͛́͌̂̉̈̃͛̄̂͋͌u̴̫͓̜̺̰͔͌̉̐͂ͅḺ̶̨̤̘̗͇̜̖̞̣͛̉̈̚̕͜f̵̰͙̞̭͓͋̍̆͂͗̏̈́̽̀͐̚͠͠͝I̸̛̤͓̺͍͔̪̺͈̩͖̬͛̉̄̀̈͌̀̄̈́͋͜͠͝l̶̨̡̬̫̙̲̬̺͔̖͍̜̙̿L̵̜̣̰̪̊̕͠ ̵͎̟̜͖͍̳͙̦̔̓̔͛M̸̖̼̽͒ỹ̷̳̰͇̳̲̭̰̮̮̩͈̥͛̉̈̃̍̎͌͜ͅ ̴͇̏̋̿̿o̸̲̒́̕Á̷̰͕̦̦̮̳̳̺̻̏́͂̒̉̀͐̽̈́͘͜ṭ̷̨̜̤̯̭̫̟̟̦͑̓̆́̂H̷̱̩̘͍̪̫̦̥̪̼͂́̋͛̏̈̃̎̏̄͂͑͝͝!̷̛̙̜̞͈̜͍̍̌̿̀̒͜͝ͅ"̶̢͓͙͚̤̤͇͈͍̰̟͖̀̓̉̂̿̂́̈́̈́̕̕͝

Berhald aimed straight for the Core of the undead, which gave Radament no chance to gather any mana since it quickly dissipated, and most importantly destroyed his 'container' preventing the greater mummy from being able to use any tricks!

Radament took a step back as the goatman released him to prepare a final blow, the undead was unwilling to let things end right then and there!

But in a final struggle, as he used what little mana was carried by his soul completely forgetting that it needed so much more to move to another body.

He reached out to Walter while the tip of Radament's forefinger glowed!

His ghastly voice followed before receiving retribution for all that he has done.

"I...WILLL....LI-"

The halberd cut into his skull stopping all of his words as his final spell fired off-course landing on the distracted Trisha's back as the undead around them more than doubled and were quite chaotic as the rogue fended off the combined attacks of 11 burning dead with her blade.

No one noticed this, other than the hidden enemy who was waiting for the perfect time to attack, her lip curled up on one side before retreating deeper into the darkness.

Who knows how amusing things will be sooner or later~

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