"The Fated Rival of the Moon"

Azrael's heart pounded.

The air grew thick with mana pressure, the darkness itself bending to the presence of the Lich King. His skeletal figure radiated an aura of pure death, his cold, hollow gaze fixed upon Azrael.

"Pathetic mortals." The Lich King's voice echoed, filled with contempt. "Kneel before your new god."

Azrael gritted his teeth. His muscles ached, his body covered in wounds from the Titan battle. But there was no time to rest.

A System window appeared.

[You have 40 stat points available. Allocate them now?]

Azrael didn't hesitate.

Strength: +20

Agility: +20

[Stats Updated!]

A sudden surge of power rushed through his veins, his muscles tightening, his speed increasing exponentially. But he needed more.

Azrael pulled out three High-Grade Potions and chugged them down. The moment the last drop slid down his throat, his wounds closed instantly, and his mana reserves surged back to full.

His grip on Necrilith tightened. The Lich King was a demon, meaning every attack Azrael landed would deal 120% more damage.

"Abyssal Tyrant Mode – Engage."

A wave of black and crimson energy erupted around him. His eyes glowed ominously, and his aura thickened, making the entire dungeon tremble. The Abyssal Crown System flared up, coating his unconscious allies in a protective barrier of abyssal mist.

Now, there was only one thought in his mind.

Slaughter.

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The Undead Army Descends

The Lich King raised his skeletal hand, and the ground trembled violently.

DOOM. DOOM. DOOM.

From the depths of the abyss, a vast army emerged—tens of thousands of skeleton warriors, their armor rusted but their swords still sharp. Behind them stood towering Death Knights, their eyes burning with unnatural red flames.

At the forefront, five Commander Death Knights, each radiating an aura equivalent to a Level 8 Aura Knight, took their positions.

Azrael exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders.

"Tch. That's a lot of corpses to cut through."

The Lich King let out a deep, hollow chuckle. "Drown in despair."

Then—

The entire army charged.

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The Abyssal Tyrant's Slaughter Begins

Azrael vanished.

In an instant, he reappeared in the midst of thousands of skeleton warriors.

Then—

"Abyssal Judgment!"

A massive shockwave of abyssal energy erupted from his sword, obliterating everything within a hundred-meter radius.

BOOOOOOM!

Hundreds of skeletons were vaporized instantly. Their bodies shattered into dust, and the system messages flooded his vision.

[You have slain 100 Skeleton Warriors! +40 stat points earned! +3,000 system points!]

[You have slain 5 Death Knights! +20 stat points earned! +2,500 system points!]

Azrael grinned savagely. "More."

Without hesitation, he dumped his stat points into Strength and Agility.

Strength: +30

Agility: +30

[Stats Updated!]

His movements became blinding, his power skyrocketing.

A Death Knight Commander rushed at him, its giant blade burning with hellfire.

Azrael sidestepped, his speed now beyond human comprehension. Before the Death Knight could react—

SHING!

Its head flew off, and its body crumbled into dust.

[You have slain a Death Knight Commander! +50 stat points earned! +5,000 system points!]

Azrael didn't stop. He twisted mid-air, swinging Necrilith in an arc of destruction, cutting down dozens of skeletons with each slash.

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The Battle Escalates

The Lich King's eyes flickered.

He raised his staff, and dark energy surged through the battlefield.

"Rise again."

The shattered bones of the fallen reformed, creating twice as many undead as before.

Azrael clicked his tongue. "Annoying bastard."

Then—he noticed something.

With every five kills, he was gaining stat points.

A maniacal grin spread across his face.

"Then I'll just keep killing."

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A Tyrant's Rampage

Azrael exploded forward, cutting through hordes of enemies like a force of nature.

He impaled a Death Knight, lifted it into the air, and tore through five more with a single slash.

BOOM!

A wave of abyssal energy blasted from his sword, leveling entire sections of the battlefield.

He grabbed a skeleton knight's skull, crushed it with his bare hands, then hurled its shattered remains at another enemy.

He dodged, he weaved, he struck down everything in his path.

The Abyssal Crown System kept throwing stat points at him. He didn't hesitate—he absorbed them all, pushing his stats beyond human limits.

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The Lich King Moves

Finally, Azrael stood alone, surrounded by the remains of thousands of undead. His breathing was heavy, but his aura was monstrous.

The Lich King descended from his throne of bones, his staff pulsing with death magic.

"You are an anomaly, mortal. But your struggle ends here."

He raised his staff—

And an apocalyptic storm of black flames rained down upon Azrael.

BOOOOOOOM!

A massive explosion engulfed the battlefield, turning the ground into molten rock.

For a moment, nothing but silence remained.

Then—

A figure emerged from the inferno.

Azrael walked forward, his body covered in blood, but his golden eyes burned with unyielding defiance.

His hand gripped Necrilith, its blade dripping with abyssal energy.

"Tch. That all you got?"

The Lich King's eyes flickered.

Azrael suddenly appeared in front of him, his sword already in motion.

"Die, you sack of bones."

Abyssal Judgment – Overload.

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To Be Continued…