I can evolve everything

Chapter 110 The Undying Monster

The broadsword in his hand was imbued with frost magic, and he thrust it towards Hughes' right rib from the side.

This is no ordinary frost magic. The magic attached to the sword's edge subtly contains the property of freezing souls.

Hughes was forced to abandon his attempt to capture Karen.

He dodged to the side, his left hand deflecting the side of the ice-blue broadsword.

As his fingers collided with the tip of the sword, Roderick felt a tingling sensation in his hand.

The black energy in Hughes's hand flowed upwards along the sword, attempting to invade his body.

Bishop Clement, who was behind them, opened the Codex.

A sacred word came from his mouth.

A golden halo lit up beneath Roderick's feet, instantly dispelling the black energy that had invaded his body.

At the same time, a beam of light shot out from the codex, heading straight for Hughes's face.

That is the [True Revenge Light], the highest-level divine spell for killing the undead.

Hughes' movements finally slowed down slightly.

Golden light shone on his bones and pale skin, accompanied by a violent crackling sound.

The black death aura was largely evaporated, and Hughes' movements were forcibly suppressed in place.

"Good hand, Lement."

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Roderick shouted.

The two great masters seized this fleeting opportunity.

After their initial attempt and realizing that their magic couldn't do much damage to Hughes, they changed their strategy and used all their magic to restrain him, firmly restricting his limbs.

Karen's greatsword descended once more.

This time, the heavy sword struck Hughes' left knee.

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

Hughes' left leg nearly shattered in two, and his body involuntarily collapsed to one knee.

The five of them worked together perfectly.

Mages control, priests suppress, and warriors break through defenses. This is precisely the well-established tactical system the Northern Knights employ when facing high-level monsters.

Roderick didn't let this opportunity slip by either.

The commander gripped his broadsword with both hands in reverse and leaped high into the air.

All the strength in his body was poured into the sword at that moment.

"It's over, traitor."

The ice-blue broadsword transformed into a bolt of blue lightning, piercing straight down into Hughes's back.

The broad blade pierced through Hughes' left shoulder blade, penetrating his entire chest cavity, and the tip emerged from his chest, embedding itself in the floor beneath his feet.

The heart is pierced through.

This is an absolutely fatal flaw that would prevent any living being from surviving.

At the same time, the extreme cold magic enchanted on the broadsword also erupted within Hughes's body. Half of his body was immediately covered in a layer of solid ice, freezing his entire body completely.

The entire hall fell silent for the time being.

Only the magic circle of [Eternal Furnace] was still silently operating.

Roderick remained in the position of gripping his sword with both hands and pressing down, panting heavily.

This attack drained nearly 30% of his life energy.

Is it over?

Everyone asks this question in their hearts.

Hughes knelt on one knee, pinned firmly to the stone slab by a broadsword. His head hung low, and a black cloak covered most of his body.

One second. Two seconds.

No blood flowed out.

Roderick keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Even if the wound is frozen, there should still be traces of blood being frozen at the wound site.

But on that broadsword that pierced through his chest, there was nothing but white frost.

Immediately afterwards, a peculiar sensation traveled from the hilt of the sword to Roderick's palm.

That's not the feeling of something piercing flesh.

The feeling was like plunging a sword into a pile of dry, dead ashes.

"Roderick".

Hughes's voice rang out.

It didn't come from his throat. The sound exploded directly in everyone's minds.

Hughes slowly raised his head.

He reached out and grabbed the blade that was piercing his chest.

Roderick reacted, straining to crush his opponent's chest cavity, but to his horror, he found he couldn't even turn the hilt of his sword an inch. The strength in that hand was beyond imagination.

"Click click click—"

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the broadsword.

Hughes gripped the blade and slowly stood up.

With each movement, the broadsword scraped against his chest, producing a series of grating sounds. But he showed no sign of pain.

He pulled the broadsword right out of his chest.

The ice on the previously frozen half of the body was rapidly melting, turning into black mist that dissipated into the air.

"You hit the mark very accurately."

Hughes looked down at the huge, transparent hole in his chest.

Black, sticky fluid oozed from the edges of the wound, quickly weaving and tangling. In just a few breaths, the penetrating wound completely healed before everyone's eyes.

Not even a scar was left.

Roderick was forced to loosen his grip on the hilt of his sword and take three steps back.

The broadsword remained inside Hughes' body.

Hughes gripped the hilt with his other hand and slowly pulled it out of his body.

He casually tossed the sword that had been with Roderick for decades onto the ground.

"But I no longer need such a frail thing as the human body."

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Hughes's gaze swept over everyone present.

The two high priests turned pale, feeling the shackles they had laid down being silently destroyed.

"You've always thought that I've just sided with some monster-like being in the wasteland."

Hughes opened his arms.

His pale skin began to peel off in large areas, revealing the dark golden bones underneath.

But muscles continue to grow in the gaps between the bones.

"Monsters? Those mindless beasts dare to ask me to serve them?"

"My great master has granted me true evolution."

"Breaked free from the constraints of flesh and blood, yet retaining physical strength. Stripped of the weakness of the soul, yet possessing the abyss of magic."

"The magic of a half-lich, the body of a knight."

Hughes approached step by step.

Karen raised her greatsword to block, but was blown away by the black mist generated by Hughes' casual wave of his hand, and crashed to the side.

"Listen to the sounds from up there."

Hughes pointed to the thick rock formations above his head.

Although separated by dozens or even hundreds of meters of underground rock layers, everyone present was an outstanding individual among the superhumans, and their superior perception allowed them to sense the situation above.

They could hear the agonizing screams from the city walls and imagine the soldiers of the northern fortress fighting desperately against the beast tide.

"The fear of tens of thousands of soldiers, the death of hundreds of thousands of monsters."

The black aura around Hughes expanded rapidly.

"The pain of death, the despair of souls. In this instant, they are all flowing into my body."

He stopped and coldly glanced at Roderick, whose fists were clenched.

"As long as monsters bleed and live in fear on this wasteland."

"I am immortal."

Hughes lifted his foot and crushed a piece of bone that had just broken off from his body.

"Now, let's start over."