《Mc's not part of the story》Chapter 115
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Chapter 115
Lee Hal-Sung used a hundred swords and shoot them around the undead. The Beastmen were protecting themselves, they were using their Skills to defeat them.
"Director! The civilians are now officially confirmed to be safe. They ask a teleporter to transport them. Based on our intel. There are no ordinary citizens in this country anymore. The Chairman gave his approval to go full power. If something happens…"
"Yes yes, I know already. If something happens then it will be my responsibility. I can't force those cowards to takeover the blame. You say there are no civilians, is that true?"
Lee Hal-Sung asked.
"Yes, Director. We ask a Hunter that can detect life, he said there are no civilians in this country they are already evacuated. The reporters inside the Palace are safe too. You can now use your full power."
"Ah thank God! Time to shower in a bath of blood!"
Lee Hal-Sung's body was elevating in midair. He opened his Inventories and dozens of black boxes came out. He pointed his fingers to the incoming undead. The black box broke and millions of swords appeared outside. They have different sizes and types but all of them are part of a category called 'sword'. A long-bladed weapon with a hilt.
*Swoosh!*
Millions of swords follow his fingers and control them like they were part of his body.
The sword converged and hit the undead. They stab and kill everyone that it hit. Lee Hal-Sung the 'sword practitioner' show his power to the population of the Beast Kingdom.
*Boom*
Near his place, he felt an explosion coming near the Palace. He looked at it and saw a man flying in his direction.
*Thud!*
A man who was holding a spear had fallen in his front but it never reached nor touch him. The man stood up like it was nothing. He stretched his neck and said.
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"That fucking Cyclops, damn never thought I'll fight an undead Cyclops. Well, it's a good experience anyway… Oh, Lee Hal-Sung! You're here! Long time no see man. I'm sorry I don't have time to talk cause I need to kill that Cyclops. Glad to meet you again man!"
The man charged returning to his location. After some seconds another explosion happened.
"… who's that? Did I know him? But I don't remember that I have a friend around level 400… perhaps one of my fans anyway I don't take autograph."
Lee Hal-Sung returned to his job. Exterminating the undead.
……………………
After flying and landing at Lee Hal-Sung's location. Mikael aimed his Lightning Spear to kill the Cyclops that caused him to fly.
*Boom!!*
"These undead are endless. I just killed another Cyclops and now there's another Cyclops again!?"
Mikael swung his Void Spear, Cyclops #2 parried it. It used its blunt weapon to counterattack but a woman jumped and cut its attacking arm. Furrneka's lightning-covered body sprinted and kill another undead. They were fighting for three hours straight, they started to feel that their bodies were getting tired.
They kill thousands already but the undead were not decreasing instead they were growing in numbers.
Mikael was level 401, he was strong but his energy was not infinite. There were even some Hunters higher than him that was dead tired already. They haven't experienced killing monsters non-stop.
Fortunately, Mikael had experienced many scenes like this. He survived the Punishment Event where millions of monsters attack them every night.
He believed he could last for 5-8 hours before he fell. However, he felt that these undead were different. He felt like the mana around him was sucked in one direction which caused these undead to be summoned endlessly.
"If we don't full out the root. This problem will never end!"
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He said while stabbing an undead Troll. He used his Lightning Shock and the Troll fell on the ground, burned.
"Nyah! What do you think we need to do!? The presence is so strong that my fur is shivering! No matter what we do, even if we follow the mana's direction. We can't stop that creature!"
Furrneka shouted, she spin and landed on the Ogre's head. She twisted the head and kill it. She didn't see that a Mimic was hiding behind her.
"Furrneka behind you."
Mikael tried to throw his Spear but he realized that the Mimic was sliced into many pieces.
" Are you okay, Furrneka?"
Sekana arrived and used her invisible strings to kill the Mimic.
"Aunty! Where's Uncle Jubiro?"
"Oh that. My husband is doing a separate job. He is currently far away. "
The strings lighted up and control all of the monsters around her. The undead couldn't control their bodies and attack each other. For a minute, Furrneka and Mikael received breathings and rest.
Mikael swung his Spear to take out the blood. He spun it and stop when he decided that it was clean.
"Aunty what's going on? I can feel a Godly presence. Is there a Dungeon Boss nearby?"
Furrneka knew that Dungeon Boss who had the strength to summon undead like this was close to none. If there is, then that's a Black Portal level 3 Dungeon Boss.
"No. This is not the doings of a Dungeon Boss. Do you remember our Dragon God? The Dragon that we served and brought golds as offerings. "
"Are you talking about the Legendary Fafnir? Yes, all of the Beastmen knew him. Why do you ask nyah?"
"You see… that Dragon has been revived as a Bone Dragon and he's controlling these undead."
Sekana lifted her hands and cut an incoming Wyvern.
"What? No, that's impossible… "
Furrneka said. She couldn't believe that a story that she always heard was now alive and ravaging their new home. She was surprised that a millennium dead creature was the reason for this.
"You can believe me or not. But for now, we need to do something or else the King will die. "
Sekena of the Cat Tribe begun to transform. Her body was changing and some parts of her body were now covered in orange fur.
After that, she released her Spirit. The Arachnid! She was one of the warriors that could summon her Spirit.
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