Rise of the Undead Legion

Chapter 528: Fly Draugr Fly!

Dave bolted out of the tunnel, and in his wake, the now released Sworn Stalwart roared and chased after. Partially furious at being controlled by Dave for a good while of time, and mostly because the infernal tyrant had commanded it to chase after the undead.

Dave's wings were powerful enough to let him make the trip back to Asmodeus's palace hall in less than a fraction of the time he took to fly in.

Dave stopped in midair, looking around at the hall, many of its creatures were gazing at him with rampant hostility.

"Gotta admit, I kinda dig those hateful smiles of yours, kill ya later goat faces," Dave said and turned to the exit, another flap of his wings and he was out of the palace. He opened his map while in flight and located the exit he was supposed to leave from. Nick had told him to take the same passage out that he used to get into hell.

Once he pinpointed the direction, Dave flapped his wings once again in their direction.

Sooner than a couple of seconds, screeches and howls, far from what the human mind could ever imagine. A compilation of the tormented screams of man and beast fused together into the sound of a howling behemoth.

Dave looked behind him, and in the skies, a dragon, far from what a normal dragon should look like.

A scaleless dragon, that had its body covered in the skin of man and monsters, it's leathery wings were torn and had holes in them, but their sheer size was enough to take the dragon into flight. The Dragon's chest had its ribs exposed, without flesh, yet they exuded a dark baleful fume that was kept in the dragon's wake as it flew toward Dave.

Its face was that of a lizard without any horns, but its eyes were the yellow color of a cat's piss on the snow.

The dragon howled once again then blasted a torrent out of its jaws. It was a mix of fumes and a liquid substance.

Dave tilted to the side, fully evading the dragon's breath. Then he noticed something. The liquid substance, once it touched the ground, began eroding it at a rate far too fast than it should be possible. Stone turned to sludge. Then and there Dave knew if that attack would hit him, Andre would have a lot to say about Dave's improper use of his armor.

However, this wasn't all that the Dragon was capable of, or at least its dragon breath. The fumes that flew along with the torrent of acid ignited. Then a purplish explosion of fire blasted out, creating a long, ever so expanding explosion that managed to reach all the way to Dave.

-1,200,000HP

Dave was thrown off of his trajectory and sent diving into the ground with a notification that appeared right in front of him.

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You have been hit with a dragon breath!

You have been poisoned!

Your undead passive negated the poison effect of [Draconic Degradation]

Your armor has suffered minor damage.

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"God damn it, what the heck is this?!" Dave cursed.

Dave inspected the incoming dragon.

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Corrpted Dragon la-Shmir (Evil Dragon)

Level 850

Tier: Unholy

Danger level: Absolute Death!

Trait: Aura of Corruption.

HP 25,000,000,000/25,000,000,000

Damage: 500,000/800,000

PD: 800,000

MD: 800,000

Skills:

[Draconic Degradation]: A dragon breath attack that has multiple effects. The Corrupted Dragon La-Shmir spews out an acidic and highly volatile and explosive breath that can corrupt matter and explored afterward dealing 300% of the dragon's base damage.

[Layers of Skin] (passive) the corrupted dragon La-Shmir has a weak physical body. But due to the numerous layers of skins stolen from monsters or people it had tortured and is now wearing on its body, it could contend with the hardness of a dragon's scale, yet not its durability.

[Infernal Rending Claw] La-Shmir's claws are doesed in the fires of hell, the mere contact with ist claws will cause lacerating damage, that will bleed ist enemies tot he death. Additional effect: Constat and continuous poisoning until death.

[Dragon Roar] La-Shmir is still a dragon, even after it had fallen to depravity and degradation, it still boasts with its own dragon roar. Causes nausea, stun effect, and disorientation once heard.

Bestiary:

Dragons are the ultimate predators. Beings as old as time and powerful beyond measure.

If the Abyssal Dragons were deemed the evilest of dragons that ever roamed the world of man, that is because this one, this corrupted dragon has been forgotten from the world.

La-Shmir was a dragon so evil, that other dragons avoided, it would feast upon its own kin if it had the slightest chance. One day, a brave hero lured the dragon to Urburg, causing mass destruction in the wake of their battle that lasted days and nights, and managed to trap the dragon in the pits of hell. From then on, the sacrifice of this man has been forgotten for he has given his life to traverse into the dominion of Asmodeus just to keep the world safe from this monstrosity. Forgotten by the world, but for this dragon, he had never forgotten the man. And for this very reason, the dragon has grown an illogical hatred for mankind. The sight of one is enough to cause him to go into a maddened spree of rampage.

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Dave gulped, this guy is definitely stronger than the Abyssal Dragon, and it didn't look like it was gonna be happy with killing Dave once or twice.

Dave pulled himself from the ground he jumped up, blasted his wings, and continued his flight. The dragon was still after him. But this time not just only the dragon. The Black Chosen Stalwart that Dave brought home was also on Dave's tail. With a thousand more stalwarts. So were demons riding on demonic beasts, and gargoyles and flying serpents.

Dave kept flying, and at a time he had to fly over a pool of fire and lava. Where people were suffering indefinitely and unwholesomely. Hot metallic chains were sewed into their bodies, going through their eyes and ears, binding their arms together in a straight line. And they were dragged into the pools by demons so large that the men they forced into torment didn't reach to their ankles.

The massive demons had large spiked clubs, with long crooked nails sprouting from the tool. They used them to goad the people into the pool that they entered, yet sadly didn't die, as the moment the fire burnt their skin, I would grow back. And if any of the men tried to escape and avoid the flame, the demons would swat him like a fly using the club.

Dave had an urge to throw up and focused all his will to not look at the sight. Even if this was a game this was going too far.

La-Shmir roared once again, and this caused the massive Drahma Sized demons to look at the incoming Dave. Two of the closest demons swung their clubs at Dave, the attack was slow and easily telegraphed that Dave dodged it by going under one of the clubs. Then made a barrel roll to avoid the spikes of the second one that was going to lob his head off.

The first demon growled then stomped on the ground, the magmatic pool shook and chains burst out from within it. So many of the chains came out that they created a wall in front of Dave that he had no way to escape from before the chains would lock onto him.

"If it's gonna be like that," Dave clutched his jaws, he didn't want to do what he was going to do next, only because he would have no control of where he will be once it is done.

"Mach speed time!" Dave said and used [Stampede] coupled with the explosiveness of the demonic wings he had, Dave dove right into the chains. His momentum growing by the second, even in the chains had latched onto him, onto his wings and his body, his avatar was still being propelled forward, bending some of the chains then breaking them. The second demon noticed that Dave's pulling power was going to be more than enough to tear through the chains, so he also stomped on the ground and created even more chains to latch onto Dave.

Dave felt that Stampede although a powerful ability was going to fall shortly behind the mass of chains that were constantly wrapping around him. Not to mention the approaching creatures that were going to have a piece of Dave for themselves, quite literally once they catch him.

Dave grunted and howled, Demonic ascension was going to end soon and if it does, the chains that were binding and breaking will have more than enough power to fully trap him under.

Dave's arms were free, so he placed them alongside his body, and cast [Draconic Spectral Skulls]

He didn't use them as an attack, but the moment any of the forty-eight spectra skulls materialized from his hand, he willed it to explode. Creating more pushing and explosive power that aided his stampede. The first few explosion had little effect and barely tore a few chains off of him, but once the twelfth and more came along, Dave had gathered enough momentum to tear dozens of chains at once, then once the chains could no longer hold Dave, they all tore and he flew forward, his speed creating several explosions in the sound barrier as he bolted forward like a runaway freight train on steroids.

Dave's eyes felt like they were going to get stuck to the back of his skull, his speed could only increase the more he moves forward and right when he noticed a looming mountain in the distance, he used [Bastion] to soften the impact. Yet the mountain, compared to Dave's massive speed and acceleration felt like it was nothing more than a wall of paper that Dave bore right through.

Dave cursed, even a mountain couldn't stop him, and judging by the speed he is going with, he had long gone past the portal that Nick had ordered him to go through, and now he was moving through hell at speeds so fast and in locations he never should have gone to. This was an unmapped territory and Dave was not going to stop anytime soon.

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