I Died and Became a Noble's Heir

Chapter 439 439: [-17,073 HP ×1000]

The Alpha panther tried to run, its survival instincts screaming at it to flee from the impossible rain of death.

But it was already wounded, slowed, and the arrows tracked its movement with perfect accuracy.

And the Voidweaver...

The spider took the worst of it.

Its massive body was the most significant target on the battlefield. Hundreds of arrows struck simultaneously, punching through its armored exoskeleton, tearing into the softer tissue beneath.

[Voidweaver hit - 17,073 damage]

[Voidweaver hit - 17,073 damage]

[Voidweaver hit - 17,073 damage]

[Voidweaver hit - 17,073 damage]

[Voidweaver hit - 17,073 damage]

[Voidweaver hit - 17,073 damage]

The notifications continued relentlessly as the spiderʼs HP bar dropped with terrifying speed.

300,000 HP.

250,000 HP.

200,000 HP.

The Voidweaverʼs legs began to buckle, the structural integrity compromised by dozens of penetrating wounds. It tried to retreat into the depths of its ruined fortress, to find shelter in the remaining webs, but the arrows followed it.

150,000 HP.

100,000 HP.

And then, through the chaos and the rain of arrows, Jack saw something that changed the entire tactical situation.

Stormfang and the Hydra stopped fighting each other.

The Blessed One dove from its aerial position, lightning crackling around its body as it targeted not the arrows, but the Voidweaverʼs legs.

Three precisely aimed lightning bolts struck the spiderʼs joints, and the limbs shattered under the combined assault of electrical discharge and prior arrow damage.

The Hydra struck simultaneously from the ground level. Three of its heads clamped onto different legs while the other six coordinated to flip the massive spider onto its back, exposing the softer underside of its abdomen.

They werenʼt working together intentionally. They were both opportunistically trying to claim the kill, to ensure they got the lionʼs share of the massive food source the Voidweaver represented.

A coordinated assault that the dying spider had no defense against.

The Hydraʼs central head, the largest and most dominant, lunged forward and clamped its jaws around the Voidweaverʼs thorax.

The spiderʼs remaining legs thrashed weakly, ichor spraying from dozens of wounds, its shriek rising to a fever pitch of agony and rage.

The Hydra lifted the Spider to use as a meat shield.

And then the arrows stopped falling.

The hailstorm had exhausted itself, the thousands of fragments having either struck targets or dissipated after missing.

The sudden silence was almost as jarring as the cacophony had been, broken only by the Voidweaverʼs weakening shrieks and the crackling of flames in the ruined web fortress.

The Hydraʼs nine heads scanned the surrounding area, searching for the source of the devastating barrage while simultaneously tearing chunks from the Voidweaverʼs exposed abdomen.

Stormfang landed on a collapsed section of webbing, its star-bright eyes also scanning for threats.

The Blessed One was wounded, dozens of arrow strikes had torn through its scales, blood dripping from the injuries, but it was still hazardous.

Lightning crackled around its body in warning, a clear signal that it would respond to any aggression with overwhelming force.

The Alpha panther lay in a heap at the edge of the battlefield, its massive form riddled with arrows.

It was still breathing, Jack could see its chest rising and falling with labored effort, but it wasnʼt moving otherwise.

Too wounded to flee, too weak to fight.

And the Voidweaver...

The spider was dying. Its movements had stopped entirely except for occasional twitches.

The Hydra was actively feeding on it now, tearing chunks of flesh and chitin from the massive creature.

Jack felt his mana reserves completely empty, the 100% cost of Astrapeʼs Hailstorm leaving him helpless for magical combat. But his physical capabilities were unaffected.

The Alpha was critically wounded and immobile.

Stormfang and the Hydra were both wounded and distracted.

One by feeding, the other by paranoia. Constantly looking out for more threats. Neither was focused on the collapsed panther at the battlefieldʼs edge.

”Stay here,” Jack commanded Kaedor and Loryn, his voice carrying absolute authority. ”Do not follow me.”

Before either demon could respond, Jack exploded into motion.

His enhanced physical capabilities allowed him to move at speeds that blurred his form.

He didnʼt run so much as launch himself forward, each step cracking the ground beneath his feet.

CRACK.

The first tree trunk splintered as Jack launched himself forward, the bark exploding outward in a shower of wooden fragments.

The noise echoed across the battlefield like a gunshot.

Stormfangʼs head snapped toward the source immediately, his eyes narrowing as it tracked the blur of movement through the devastated landscape.

CRASH.

Jack hit the ground, his boots shattering the waterlogged earth and sending up a spray of mud and debris.

CRACK.

CRACK.

Three more trees in rapid succession, each one leaving a trail of destruction as Jack carved a direct path toward the collapsed Alpha.

The Hydraʼs nine heads swiveled toward the commotion, three of them abandoning their feeding to focus entirely on the approaching threat.

The serpentʼs massive body tensed, coiling defensively as it tried to identify what was moving with such violent speed through the ruins.

Both Disaster-class entities had acute senses.

Hearing sharpened by centuries of survival on this floor, sensitivity to vibrations and disturbances that allowed them to detect prey from miles away. Jackʼs explosive sprint was anything but subtle.

But neither moved to intercept.

The distance between his position and the Alphaʼs collapsed form was perhaps two hundred meters.

Jack covered it in less than eight seconds, his red eyes locked on the massive panther the entire time.

The Alpha sensed his approach in the final seconds. Its head lifted weakly, star-bright eyes focusing on Jack with the awareness of a creature that knew death was coming.

There was no fear in those eyes. Only acceptance. Recognition that it had survived years of impossible odds, and this was where the story ended.

Jack didnʼt slow down, offer any mercy, or final words.

He materialized Oscar in his right hand. Red lightning crackled along its edge as Jack channeled the last dregs of his mana into the weapon.

The Alphaʼs gaze met his. Star-bright gold meeting blood-red behind a visor.

A moment of perfect understanding passed between predator and prey.

And then Jack drove Oscar through the pantherʼs throat.

The blade punched through scales and muscle and vital arteries, severing the creatureʼs connection to life in a single stroke.

The Alphaʼs eyes dimmed immediately, the light fading like stars going out at dawn.

[Alpha Shadowfang Panther defeated]

[Disaster-class entity eliminated]

[45,000 Death Tokens acquired]

[150,000 EXP awarded]

[Disaster-class Monster Core acquired]

In the exact moment, another notification appeared:

[Voidweaver defeated by blood loss and consumption]

[Disaster-class entity eliminated]

[45,000 Death Tokens acquired]

[150,000 EXP awarded]

[Disaster-class Monster Core acquired]

The Hydra had finished feeding, the spiderʼs body now a hollow shell of chitin and torn flesh. The nine-headed serpentʼs attention snapped to Jack immediately, recognizing him as the source of the devastating arrow barrage.

Stormfangʼs star-bright eyes also fixed on Jack, the Blessed Oneʼs body tensing in preparation for either flight or fight.

But Jack ignored them both.

He raised his hand, and the Chain of Soul Warden materialized.

Black metal links split into two strands, each one reaching toward a different corpse.