Necromancer Of The Shadows

Chapter 1156  Dark Fate

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! - - - -

"Die, you nasty bastard!"

"Kill that giant lizard!"

ROAR! ROAR! - - - - -

In Utopia, a few million kilometres away from the Boundless Ocean, the chaotic sounds of metal clashing against metal, the shouts of demons, and the deafening roars of dragons reverberated across the land.

The blood of beasts and demons alike painted the ground in shades of crimson, soaking into the earth as the blue sky above was illuminated by a barrage of magical lights from both sides as demons and dragons, locked in deadly combat fought fiercely without a moment's respite.

ROAR!

As the battle raged on, a thunderous dragon roar shook the spirits of thousands of demons and a colossal dragon claw, shining like crystal, spanning tens of kilometres descended from the heavens with terrifying force, threatening to crush millions of demons in a single strike.

The demons caught beneath the shadow of the enormous claw felt their blood run cold, their faces turning deathly pale and they collapsed to the ground. The weight of the dragon's overwhelming aura pinned them in place, rendering them powerless against the inevitable destruction that was about to befall them.

But just as the dragon's claw was about to pulverize the demons into nothing more than a bloody pulp...

Bang!

The space just a short distance away from the battlefield suddenly shattered, sending shockwaves through the air.

Woosh—

A blinding spear shot out from the tear in space, streaking across the sky like a comet, and in an instant, it collided with the shining dragon's claw.

The moment the spear and the claw met...

BooooooooooooooM!

A cataclysmic explosion erupted, shaking the entire battlefield with its sheer intensity. The shockwave rippled outward, obliterating everything in its path.

Low-level demons and dragons caught within a twenty-kilometre radius were reduced to blood mist, their bodies exploding under the force of the detonation.

The brilliant light of the spear clashed with the massive dragon claw, and for a few tense moments, the two remained locked in a stalemate. Then, suddenly, the spear surged with an even greater intensity, piercing through the dragon's claw and tearing away a large chunk of it in the process.

ROAR!

A furious and pained dragon's roar echoed from the sky above and the giant claw swiftly retreated into the clouds.

The spear, still crackling with energy didn't chase after the dragon and vanished from sight as it returned to its wielder, who was hidden behind the vast demon army.

"These guys don't even care about their own people when they attack," Ashley, who was standing in a separate dimension not far from the battlefield muttered with a deep frown etched on her face.

"In the eyes of these major factions, unless you possess extraordinary talent, all low-level core evolvers are disposable—even if they are their own soldiers," Anastasia spoke in a cold and indifferent.

She stood beside Ashley, her sharp black eyes scanning the battlefield before fixing on the clouds high above.

The strange energy within the clouds concealed the presence of those hidden there, but her gaze pierced through the layers of energy and settled on a massive dragon, nearly fifty thousand meters long and thousands of meters tall. The dragon's enormous body was sparkling as if it were made from countless precious gems and its scales glistened in the light.

'A Peak Rank Four Crystal Dragon... It seems the scale of the war is growing, and the true powerhouses from both sides have finally begun to make their moves,' Anastasia thought to herself, a faint smile forming on her lips as she observed the dragon.

"These people are disgusting..." Ashley muttered softly, shaking her head in disapproval when she heard Anastasia.

The dryads, unlike most other races treated every member of their kind with care and respect due to their small numbers. To see the demons and dragons using their own people as mere disposable pawns in their battles felt completely unnatural to her.

Anastasia didn't comment when she heard Ashley and changed the topic.

"So, you are here to pick up scrap metal, right?" She asked with a slight smirk tugging at her lips.

Ashley's expression darkened when she heard Anastasia and her mouth twitched involuntarily at the question. Though she wanted to argue, in the end, she only sighed and nodded reluctantly.

"That old man is really asking for it... Why is he making you collect scrap metal from the battlefield? Didn't I already give him almost everything we found in Anderson and Halphas' storage rings?" Anastasia asked with a strange look on her face.

Ashley sighed when she heard Anastasia, recalling how Sylvan had approached her with a pitiful look, explaining that even with the haul from Anderson and Halphas' storage rings, their treasury was still empty because all the essence stones had been used by Octavius to create the Core World Pill.

To replenish the treasury, he had asked her to come to the largest battlefield between the demons and dragons, instructing her to steal the weapons, artefacts, and storage rings from the fallen combatants.

At first, she had immediately refused Sylvan's request.

What a joke!

She was a dignified Rank Five Core Evolver. If anyone found out she was picking up scrap metal from a battlefield, they would die of laughter, mocking her to no end.

But in the end, Sylvan had played his trump card, shedding some crocodile tears, which made her feel guilty for making him cry at his age. Eventually, she relented and agreed to collect scrap metal from the battlefield.

Ashley didn't want to dwell on her dark fate, so she refrained from answering Anastasia's comment and changed the subject.

"So, why are you here? You didn't come just to help me out, did you?"

Anastasia glanced at her companion with a pitying smile but chose to remain silent. Instead, she shifted her gaze toward the distant Boundless Ocean and spoke in a light voice.

"I'm heading to the Dragon Islands."

Ashley was momentarily stunned upon hearing Anastasia's words, but she didn't ask why she was going there. Instead, she nodded and handed over a token to her.

"Here, take this. You can use it to activate the teleportation formation we used earlier. It will take you straight back to the Closed World of the Dryads. You can come back on your own after finishing your business."

Anastasia accepted the token and nodded her head.

"The strongest beings on this battlefield are only Peak Rank Four, but still, be cautious. If anything unusual happens while you are collecting the 'scrap,' retreat immediately."

Ashley's mouth twitched once more at Anastasia's mention of Scrap, but before she could respond, the dragon lady had already vanished.

'Damn it,' Ashley cursed inwardly, feeling a surge of regret. 'I'm really starting to question my decision to master the conceptual energy of space back then. If I didn't have such a good command over spatial manipulation, that old man wouldn't have sent me here to collect scraps...'

Ashley took a deep breath to calm herself and after a brief moment of hesitation, she sighed and began moving toward the battlefield.

Before long, an invisible shadow swept across the chaotic battleground and unseen by anyone, the weapons, artefacts, and storage rings of the fallen soldiers began to vanish one by one, disappearing without a trace.