A shrill, disbelieving scream echoed through the cemetery.
Khajiit's face twisted in horror, his wide eyes reflecting the radiant glow of the six Archangel Flames that now dominated the battlefield.
Their blinding light seemed to be the only illumination in the dark, decayed graveyard—
An invisible pressure bore down on him, making it hard to breathe.
A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as his throat convulsed.
This couldn't be real!
If not for the overwhelming evidence before his very eyes, he would have thought he was trapped in some nightmarish illusion!
But it was real!
Sakeer had actually summoned six Archangel Flames in a single instant!
"Do It."
Sakeer's hoarse voice cut through the eerie silence, devoid of hesitation or unnecessary words.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
The six Archangel Flamesmoved simultaneously—
Four of them engaged the Bone Warriors, while the remaining two shot straight for Khajiit, their radiant figures burning with a holy aura.
Seeing this, Khajiit's panic surged.
There was still nearly a hundred meters between him and Sakeer—a normally safe distance for a caster.
Not only that—
Between them stood a swarm of lesser undead, acting as a living barrier.
To any normal foe, this setup should have been impenetrable.
But—
Archangel Flames could fly.
The low-level undead were nothing but irrelevant obstacles, incapable of even slowing them down.
One bright figure after another soared through the darkness, carrying that damnable, suffocating divine aura.
"Damn it!"
Khajiit's first instinct was to recall his Bone Warriors—
But he quickly realized—
They were already locked in battle with the other Archangel Flames.
Even if he dismissed them and resummoned fresh ones, it would be too late.
Swoosh!
An Archangel Flame descended upon him, its blazing sword arcing downward in a scorching strike.
"Bone Wall!"
Khajiit screamed, slamming his staff into the ground.
BANG!
The earth shook, and a towering wall of skulls and boneserupted, standing between him and his assailant.
The attack was blocked—
But—
Swoosh!
Another Archangel Flameflanked him from the side.
The fiery blade came crashing down.
"Shield Wall!"
In a panic, Khajiit stumbled backward, the Shadow Staff flashing as an invisible barrier flared to life.
The flames clashed against the arcane shield, barely holding.
His mind raced.
Khajiit's breath came in ragged gasps.
A hint of despair flickered in his bloodshot eyes.
He had made a fatal mistake.
From the beginning, he had miscalculated.
Out of fear of hidden reinforcements, he had summoned all his Bone Warriors at once, hoping for a quick victory.
But that left him defenseless.
Now, with his own life on the line, the truth crashed down upon him—
Sakeer had been alone this entire time.
Those six Archangel Flames—
They weren't just an overwhelming summoning miracle.
They were a tactical deception.
From the very start, Sakeer had manipulated his expectations, letting him believe he was only capable of summoning two angels at most!
That single false assumption had sealed his fate.
"No..."
His lips trembled.
But there was no time to process his regret.
"Ray of Negative Energy!"
Khajiit roared, his voice trembling with frustration and fear.
BOOM!
A pure-black magical blast shot forth, striking one of the Archangel Flames mid-air.
It staggered, its divine form flickering—
But it did not fall.
SWOOSH—
The flaming sword plunged forward.
Poof!
The blade pierced his chest, igniting his mage's robes in divine fire.
A violent shockwave erupted through his body.
"A-Ah...!"
Blood spewed from his lips.
His vision blurred.
His knees buckled.
His trembling hands grasped at his staff—
But his eyes—
They locked onto the "Orb of Death" still clutched tightly in his right hand.
A flicker of defiance flashed in Khajiit's dying eyes.
The Orb of Death in his grasp began to pulse, emanating a deep, iron-black glow.
Desperation consumed him.
If he could just—
"Orb of Death... Absorb all of my—"
Swoosh!
Before he could finish, a second Archangel Flamedescended from above.
Its fiery bladesliced through his arm, severing it at the shoulder.
"AAAAAHHH!!"
A muffled bang echoed as his severed limb hit the ground—
The Orb of Death tumbling down the stone steps of the dilapidated temple.
The black light around it flickered—
Then—
It faded.
Poof!
Another slash.
The second Archangel Flame struck again, its blade carving through his neck.
A spray of blood painted the air.
Khajiit's world turned red—
Then—
Darkness.
For a fleeting moment, he watched his own body collapse, headless and lifeless.
All the anger—
All the regret—
All the unwillingness—
Vanished.
His last thoughts—
"I... I don't want to die..."
"My… Resurrection... Magic..."
Hum—
The battlefield fell silent.
Victory
A notification flickered in Sakeer's attribute panel.
[Experience Gained: 3,251]
[Experience Slot: 3,462/10,000]
His gaze shifted to Khajiit's lifeless corpse, already beginning to rot under the influence of undeath.
Expression calm, Sakeer raised a hand, adjusting the monocle on his left eye.
The battle was over.
And the Orb of Death—
Was now his.
"That was dangerous."
Sakeer muttered to himself, his gaze lingering on the fallen necromancer.
"Still… as much as I was curious about what other tricks you had up your sleeve, I couldn't let you unleash your ultimate move before dying."
Even when faced with two Archangel Flames at close range, Khajiit had managed to block two consecutive attacks and even counterattacked once.
And yet—
He was ranked last in [Zurrernorn]?
Click! Click! Click!
The Bone Warrior, locked in combat with the other four Archangel Flames, suddenly froze.
With its caster dead, it could only hold out for a moment before its body began to crack—
Then—
It crumbled into dust.
The six Archangel Flames soared through the air before landing in a circle around Sakeer.
He exhaled slowly.
"The worst-case scenario didn't happen… and I still have four Archangel Flame scrolls left."
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Who said production-class players have no combat power?"
If he had faced Khajiit's relentless attacks without those scrolls, he might have ended up in the same desperate situation—
Panicked, overwhelmed, and ultimately slaughtered.
Krypton(Pay-to-Win) truly was a powerful force.
Even after that intense battle, Sakeer's own magic reserves remained nearly untouched, and his physical stamina was still intact.
In other words—
Even if something unexpected happened, he could immediately reengage in battle or retreat without issue.
No wonder.
The Bone King, upon arriving in this new world, had immediately checked the inventory of items in his storage box.
Preparation was everything.
Even if every single Guardian of the Great Tomb of Nazarick betrayed him, he would still be able to escape unscathed.
Step.
Sakeer's boots crunched against the uneven ground as he approached Khajiit's lifeless corpse.
That was when he noticed something rolling across the dirt.
It had almost sunk into the ground, blending with the ruins—
A small, black stone.
Yet—
Its presence was anything but ordinary.
The Orb of Death.
Sakeer didn't pick it up immediately.
Instead, he gestured toward one of the Archangel Flames.
"Pick it up."
With a flap of its luminous wings, the angel obeyed, lifting the Orb of Death into its radiant hands before hovering before Sakeer.
He narrowed his eyes.
"No effect on summoned beings."
As expected.
He carefully examined the Archangel Flame, ensuring he could still control it without interference.
There was no disruption.
That meant the Orb's influence was strictly limited to sentient beings.
Just as he had suspected.
"Item Identification."
A soft blue light enveloped the Orb of Death as its properties were revealed before his eyes.
Item Details
Name: Orb of DeathType: Magical Artifact, Special CraftLevel: Advanced (30~40)Energy Gauge:75/300
Passive Effects
Negative Energy Absorption – Absorbs negative energy to restore energy reserves.Negative Energy Corrosion – Prolonged exposure erodes the user's body, potentially transforming them into an undead or causing death.Natural Wisdom – Possesses an independent consciousness.Willpower Influence – Affects the mental state of its wielder, with an even stronger effect on humans.
Active Effects
Create Undead: Low-Tier Enhancement I – Allows the summoning of one additional undead of the same rank.Undead Summon: Low-Tier Enhancement I – Increases the number of summoned undead of the same rank.Undead Manipulation: Low-Tier Enhancement I – Expands the control limit for low-level undead, dependent on the caster's strength.Skeletal Dragon Summon – Consumes 100 Energy to summon a Skeletal Dragon.
"Tsk."
Sakeer clicked his tongue.
His eyes twitched slightly as he processed the information.
This was, without a doubt, a legendary artifact for necromancers.
Not only did it have eight total effects, but four of them were passive.
And even though those passive abilities had dangerous side effects, it didn't change the fact that this artifact was—
Outrageously overpowered.
(End of Chapter)