The Ruthless Magic Swordsman

Chapter 36: Undead



Eastern Border — The Battlefield of Shadows

The valley reeked of blood and decay—familiar scents to soldiers hardened by months of siege.

But today, the dead didn't stay dead.

Ascendrian necromancers—cloaked in black, eyes burning with corrupted mana—advanced behind enemy lines, chanting forbidden rites.

Moments later…

The corpses across the scarred field twitched.

Fleshless hands clawed free from frozen earth.

Hundreds—then thousands—of undead rose.

Rotting soldiers. Twisted beasts. The fallen reanimated into an unstoppable horde.

Kael's voice cracked for the first time:

> "By the gods…"

"They've broken every law of magic…"

The 3rd Legion, battle-hardened yet human, recoiled as the undead surged forward—soulless, relentless, overwhelming.

Men shouted, fear tangible:

> "It's impossible—"

"We can't fight them—there's too many—"

"They're already dead!"

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⚔ Achilles Steps Forward

Amid the panic, Achilles remained still, eyes glowing faintly with the System's interface.

Lines of data scrolled, calculating impossibilities:

>>> Undead Count: Approx. 5,000 and rising

>>> Standard Combat Viability: Near Zero

>>> Catastrophic Loss Projection: 98%

>>> Tactical Override Required: Maximum Force Authorized

His voice rang clear across the collapsing formation:

> "Mages—all available units—cast barriers."

"Every last reserve of mana—now."

The soldiers froze—Achilles stepping onto the forward line, calm as the undead closed in.

Kael's eyes widened:

> "Young Lord—what are you doing?"

"That many… even you can't—"

Achilles raised his hand to the sky.

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🌫 Rewriting the Sky — Disaster Magic Unleashed

The System locked onto spatial coordinates, calculating trajectory:

>>> Disaster Magic Access: Meteor Strike

>>> Mana Requirement: Extreme

>>> Allied Barrier Status: In Progress (67%)

>>> Recommended Deployment: Immediate

The ground trembled as Achilles' voice—calm, cold, laced with command—echoed:

> "If they rewrite death…"

"We rewrite existence."

A fiery glow formed high above—small at first—growing into a blazing meteor, streaking toward the battlefield.

The 3rd Legion's barriers flared into existence as instructed—golden domes of magic shielding their ranks.

The enemy laughed—undead swarming—until shadows eclipsed the battlefield.

The meteor descended.

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💀 One-Sided Massacre Reversed

The ground shattered as the meteor slammed into the undead horde—a cataclysm of fire, molten rock, and concussive force obliterating thousands in an instant.

Necromancers screamed—burned alive by their own summoned abominations.

The valley transformed into a smoldering crater—ash and broken corpses raining like snow.

The Legion's barriers held—barely—but their eyes reflected shock and awe.

Silence. Then roaring cheers:

> "VERENTIS! VERENTIS! THE BORDER HOLDS!"

Kael, breathless, looked at Achilles—the young commander standing amidst the smoking earth, expression unreadable:

> "You… you called down the sky itself…"

"Are you even human?"

Achilles turned, eyes cold as code:

> "They escalate. We escalate."

"The dead don't concern me—unless I can rewrite them too."

The System confirmed:

>>> Undead Forces: Annihilated

>>> Necromancer Threat: Neutralized

>>> Allied Morale: Surging

>>> Enemy Escalation: Imminent (Further Forbidden Magic Possible)


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