All Chapters of The Ossuary King: Infinite Power: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
The freezing grey mist swirled wildly around Lucien’s boots. He stood completely alone in the open space deep behind the enemy lines.In front of him was a nightmare.The corrupted First King, a twenty-foot-tall giant wearing black iron and burning gold armor, stood ready to attack. His massive broadsword hummed with a sick, green magical light. Behind the giant King, floating on a throne made of human spines, sat the Tide-Commander. It was a tall, terrifying Lich-like Necromancer wearing rotting black robes.Millions of glowing green magic strings connected the crystal staff in the Lich’s hand to the back of the First King’s neck. The Lich was completely controlling the ancient ancestor.Lucien did not move. He gripped his jagged black weapon, the God-Slaying Spear, with both hands. He breathed slowly. His heart beat with a steady, calm rhythm.Suddenly, the Tide-Commander spoke. It did not open its bony, fleshless jaw. The voice echoed directly inside Lucien’s mind. The voice was
Chapter 82
The Lich unleashed its ultimate defense.A massive, solid ring of bright green death magic exploded outward from the Lich’s body in a perfect circle. It moved across the ground like a tidal wave of pure poison. It was unavoidable. It covered the entire area. There was no way to jump over it. There was no way to run around it."Lucien!" Kael’s voice echoed faintly from the distant village walls. The young hunter had seen the massive green wave from far away and screamed in terror for his King.Lucien did not stop running. He stared directly at the approaching green wave of death.He gripped the God-Slaying Spear with both hands. He felt the cold, heavy, ancient power of the Primordial Abyssal Veins inside his body. He pushed every single drop of his power into the black blade.The jagged blade ignited with a terrifying mixture of black shadow and burning, golden holy fire. It was the Hell-Fire Reign, mixed with the pure void of the Abyss."I am the Shadow-Lord!" Lucien roared out loud
Chapter 83
Lucien lowered his spear. A profound feeling of sadness and pride filled his heart. He had saved his ancestor’s soul from eternal slavery. But the war was not over yet.Far away, at the broken iron walls of the Forgotten Village, the effect of the shattered core was instantaneous.The Grave-Tide had been a perfectly coordinated, terrifying army. The skeletons had marched in straight lines. The Corpse-Catapults had aimed perfectly. The ghouls had attacked the weak spots.Now, without their hive-mind commander, the magic coordination disappeared entirely.The two million monsters suddenly became mindless, stupid, staggering corpses.A skeleton standing near Kordas suddenly stopped swinging its sword. It looked around in confusion. It dropped its weapon and began to wander aimlessly in a circle.A giant Corpse-Catapult in the backlines tried to fire a ball of acid, but without the magical aim, it fired the acid straight up into the air. The acid fell back down, melting the catapult itsel
Chapter 84
The great battle was over. The freezing grey mist at the bottom of the cavern was quiet again.The ground was covered in a thick carpet of broken white bones and grey ash. The terrible smell of rotting monsters was slowly blowing away in the cold wind. The Grave-Tide had been destroyed. The millions of undead were gone.Inside the iron walls of the Forgotten Village, a beautiful, impossible feeling filled the air. It was peace.For the first time in a thousand years, the people of the deep dark were not hiding in terror. They were celebrating.The quiet, pale Living Ghosts hugged the giant, scarred warriors of the Blood-Iron Tribe. The fast, agile archers of the Weaver Tribe climbed down from their high silk webs and shook hands with the guards. The three tribes of the Lower Margins were no longer strangers. They had bled together in the dirt. They were brothers and sisters now.Women cried tears of pure joy. Children ran through the stone plaza, picking up dropped arrows and pretend
Chapter 85
"I accept your challenge, Chieftain," Lucien said. His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp and focused.Lucien looked at the ground. He saw a plain, normal iron sword lying in the dirt. It had been dropped by a dead Inquisitor earlier. It had no magic. It did not glow. It was just a heavy, sharp piece of metal.Lucien walked over and picked up the iron sword. He gave it a few test swings. It was heavy, but it felt good in his hand."No magic," Lucien declared, looking directly at Kordas. "No shadows. No spells. Just blood and iron."Kordas smiled. It was a huge, brutal, happy smile. "Now you are speaking my language, boy."Kordas did not wait. The giant warlord charged forward.THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. The ground shook as the eight-foot-tall man ran. Kordas raised the massive, six-foot-long Leviathan bone greatsword high over his bald head. He brought it down with unbelievable, terrifying physical force, aiming directly for Lucien’s head.Lucien did not jump back. He raised the normal
Chapter 86
The massive, six-foot-long greatsword made from the legendary Leviathan jawbone could not handle the impossible, concentrated physical force of Lucien’s strike.The giant bone sword shattered. It broke into a hundred sharp, jagged pieces. The pieces exploded into the air, flying across the plaza like broken glass.Kordas stumbled forward, holding nothing but a broken, useless handle.Lucien did not stop. He stepped inside Kordas’s guard. He swept his right leg out, kicking Kordas’s ankles hard.The giant warlord fell. Kordas crashed onto his knees.Before Kordas could even raise his fists to punch, a cold, sharp piece of metal pressed gently against the front of his thick neck.Lucien stood over the kneeling giant. The plain iron sword was pressed exactly against Kordas’s throat. A tiny drop of blood appeared where the sharp steel touched the warlord’s skin.Lucien’s chest heaved. He was covered in sweat and dirt. But his grip on the sword was completely steady.The entire village was
Chapter 87
The victory celebration in the Forgotten Village lasted through the night, though there was no real day or night in the deep dark. The glowing blue and green mushrooms provided the only light. The people sang old songs, ate their simple food, and hugged each other. They were safe.But inside the grand stone mausoleum at the top of the village, it was very quiet.Lucien stood next to the large bone table. Around him stood the leaders of the unified tribes.Matriarch Elara sat in her chair, her blind, milk-white eyes facing Lucien. Chieftain Kordas stood with his arms crossed over his massive, scarred chest. Silra, the leader of the Weaver Tribe, sat quietly, cleaning her black spider-wood bow. And Kael, the young, brave hunter, stood right next to Lucien."I cannot take the whole army to the surface right now," Lucien said. His voice was calm, but serious.Kordas frowned. "Why not? We have thirty thousand people. We have your ghost knights. We can march up the stairs and smash the go
Chapter 88
As Lucien climbed higher, the tunnel suddenly became smooth. It was no longer a natural cave. The walls were perfectly carved from white stone.Lucien stopped. He narrowed his eyes. The tunnel ahead was not dark. It was glowing with a harsh, blinding yellow light.Lucien walked carefully forward. He peeked around a corner.Blocking the entire tunnel was a massive magical trap. It was an ancient Imperial Ward.It looked like a giant spiderweb made of pure, burning laser beams. Hundreds of bright yellow lines of holy magic crisscrossed the tunnel, leaving absolutely no room for a person to squeeze through. The light was so bright it hurt to look at.Lucien picked up a small stone from the ground. He tossed it into the glowing web.ZAP! The moment the stone touched a yellow line, a massive flash of heat erupted. The stone did not just break; it completely vaporized into thin air."A Sun-Net," Lucien whispered to himself.He remembered reading about these in his father’s palace. The Empi
Chapter 89
Lucien reached into the dirt near the stream. He grabbed a handful of wet, brown mud and rubbed it all over his face, his neck, and his arms. He made himself look dirty, tired, and poor. Then, he found a patch of wild, dark berries growing on a bush. He crushed the berries in his hands. The juice was a dark, ashy grey color. He rubbed the juice into his black hair. It made his hair look dusty, dry, and slightly grey, like he was older and had lived a very hard life.Finally, Lucien needed a cloak. He could not wear his liquid shadow-cloak out in the open.He remembered a dead Imperial scout he had found in the tunnels days ago. He reached into his bag and pulled out the dead scout’s cloak. It was an ugly, torn, faded brown piece of cloth. It smelled like old rain. Lucien put it on and pulled the hood up over his head. He looked at his reflection in the water again.The prince of the Saint-Aurelius Clan was gone. The terrifying Shadow-Lord was gone.Looking back at him from the wate
Chapter 90
The captain of the Golden Lion Guard screamed. The sound tore through the quiet, peaceful night forest. Lucien had not even drawn his sword. He just held the captain’s wrist in his bare, dirty hand. With one simple squeeze, he had crushed the bones like dry sticks.The captain dropped his sharp halberd. He fell to his knees in the dirt, crying in pure agony.The other four golden guards froze. They stared at the dirty beggar standing in the road. They could not believe what they just saw. This man looked like a starving rat, but he moved faster than a striking snake."Kill him!" the crying captain yelled from the dirt. "Cut his head off!"The four guards snapped out of their shock. They raised their heavy weapons. The blades of their halberds glowed with a faint, yellow holy light. They charged at Lucien all at once.Lucien did not use his dark magic. He did not call his shadows. He wanted to test his new disguise. He was Mo Yan now, a rough, wandering rogue.Lucien stepped forward.