Apocalypse Monster
Chapter 213: Awakening the Soul
There was a cold feeling that enveloped him while climbing this Pyramid, but strangely this cold feeling did not make him uncomfortable, but rather calm as if this was what he had to get.
Natan continued to step up, but the more she rose, the colder the temperature that wrapped her up, yet this all did not make her stop.
When he had reached the top, suddenly the skeleton gave off a fiery red light in the part of the eye socket. The red light shot out, hitting Natan's forehead.
Natan felt a pain in his head, dizziness that gave an attack made him lose his balance, then he fell to hit the floor and lost consciousness.
...
"Where?"
Natan looked at his very dark surroundings like a vacuum, there was nothing around, everything was empty without any light. He could not feel any ground beneath him, he fumbled, but still did not find anything to touch.
Not long after, a loud buzzing that shook the ears suddenly sounded.
Natan raised her hand to cover her ears, but it was all in vain as the hum came straight into her mind.
Then, there was the sound of metal clashing like there was a terrible war. The fishy scent of blood spread in the air, making discomfort fill the mind.
Natan no longer felt the buzz that shook his brain. He opened his eyes slowly, he found an unusual sight and would never forget it.
Through a third-person perspective, Natan saw a deadly battle from the sky.
The vast expanse of grass, the milking broke using a very ancient cold weapon. Metal clashes continued to sound, excited cries echoing until it sounded to the sky, sweat droplets drenching the body, blood flowing forming a stream.
The corpses were lying one after another on the ground, the grass that was originally green with a cold breeze, had turned into a cursed place where there was only death.
This battle was one-sided, the group that kept getting killed was a strange race with a human-like body, but its ears were long like the Elf Race, yet there were wings behind the ears.
The killing enemies were mindless wild monsters, only ferocity and aggression in killing. To these monsters, the more they killed, the more their blood burned and gained strength. If the comrades die, they will eat their comrades to gain strength.
Natan was speechless when she saw this, but also did not know why she could be here. He had originally come to Africa according to his mother's intrusion, but only a few hours had come, he had already entered into this strange place.
He can't move, just stay here and wait. Strange emotions crept into his heart when he saw Race “Wing” humans who kept dying under monster attacks. Natan had no idea which race they were from, so she simply called it “Wing” Man.
There were no signs of stopping, but suddenly, this Winged Man got back up. The originally incomplete body, the severed head, re-connected. Their spirits went back up, then killed the monsters wildly.
Nathan frowned. He had this ability, but surely his ability was compared to the one he saw this time around like a child's toy.
But even though the Winged Humans were turned on constantly, their numbers were not many like monsters that came in endless.
Then, a loud roar suddenly sounded. The roar was like an angry ferocious beast, but it was strangely not that the Winged Man was afraid, but rather that these attacking monsters trembled slightly, probably due to the strange pressure.
Human Wings raised their respective weapons, shouting out strange words. But from tone and expression, it should be those words to encourage yourself and the group.
Natan saw the battle again continuing, The Winged Humans continued to die under attack, but whenever there was a roar, they would rise from the dead with vigor and determination revealed from their eyes.
Natan was unclear with this situation, why the Winged Man could live, this was like an immortal, was it because of the roar? Then from the monsters, he discovered that these monsters were just like the monsters that attacked the Earth.
"Are these monsters sent by Monster Ancestors?"
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Not knowing how many days it had been, Natan continued to see fruitless wars, hundreds of times changing day and night. Even though the Winged Humans could be revived from the dead, but the terrain they were defending instead of increasing, it was decreasing.
He began to think, whether humans on Earth would experience this similarity when fighting the Monster Ancestors later.
Cracks!
At this moment, there was suddenly a cracking sound that sounded in the sky. Then the slain Winged Man could no longer rise up like before.
Due to this cracking sound, Natan could take his eyes off the battle, as if the key that bound his head had been removed. He looked at the cracks in the sky, revealing the boundless darkness of space.
Then from within the darkness, there was a golden-coloured tiger claw with an incision in his hand. This incision is so deep that it shows a large bone.
Looking from the size of the claws, his hidden figure should be large.
Not long after, the figure was fully visible.
The golden-coloured tiger that was heavily injured all over the body, there was no sign of life at all. The tiger fell from the sky, smashing into the expanse of grass.
The tiger's fall was like the explosion of a hydrogen bomb, the resulting shockwave sweeping through anything in its vicinity within a radius of 50 square kilometers. Killing all the Winged Humans without any ability to rise again, the attacking monsters did not escape the impact.
But then, suddenly the ground trembled with cracks appearing, and from the cracks in the ground new monsters re-emerged, pouncing on the lying tiger and eating its corpse to the very end.
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Natan opened her eyes slowly, she no longer felt the cold temperature wrapping around her. He held his body to sit down, then he looked around, he returned to the top of the altar, but it was a shock to him to see nothing in front of him.
Before, in front of him was an enormous tiger skeleton. Then when he looked back, the skeletal skeleton that was prostrating had disappeared completely without leaving even the slightest trace.
Suddenly, Natan felt an uncomfortable feeling. He was very sure that what he saw here earlier was not an illusion, he was sure that this place was filled with skeletons of bones, but now, everything was empty.
Natan took out a small device from her pocket that was shaped like a mobile phone, and saw that the time there had only been ten minutes since she had entered this place. If counting from the steps taken, it should be only a few seconds since he ascended the altar.
"What's this?"
[Congratulations to Player Natan Alexander for obtaining the Rise of the Soul (Active) Skill]
[A capability that allows the user to retrieve the soul of a dead person complete with his memory. With this ability, the user could retrieve the souls of the dead from a place called Underworld where all the dead souls were stored. If the soul that is taken is put into the medium, that soul can live. It is recommended to use the living body to awaken the soul]
[Caller: If the Player has Necromancer-like abilities capable of resurrecting corpses, then resurrected corpses can be used for media]
Natan was stunned when she saw the information that suddenly appeared in front of her. From this long explanation, in short he could resurrect those who were already dead, resurrecting them as they were. It was like the White Mage's ability that could bring the dead to life, but the White Mage's ability was only able to revive a newly dead heart within three minutes.
But Natan's ability, at maximum, can resurrect those who have been dead for 100 years. However, that is if the ability is maxed out, and here this ability cannot be increased with a Point Skill.
"Is ..."
Natan's hand trembled when she learned of this ability, she could awaken her father, but this was not what made her tremble with a stiff expression.
"The tiger was ... Guard ... he's dead, probably because ... The Ancestors Monster."
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*Connected...