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2089: Chapter 697: Loyalty’s Resolve—The Time to Ascend to Silver Has Come!

2089 -697: Loyalty’s Resolve—The Time to Ascend to Silver Has Come!

“Boom”

With a kick, Maxim toppled an undead, then turned and threw his war hammer, sending the burning Skull Breaker crashing down on the escaping undead.

In a flurry of blood wings, Maxim agilely rolled back to the rear, grabbing his hammer and smashing it down fiercely, violently crushing the undead’s head.

He had already activated Bloodthirsty, and the world before his eyes was a bloody red.

Those clawing undead yearned to break through the darkness, to enter the world under the light and wreak havoc.

They were the enemies he had to defeat.

“Don’t help me!”

Maxim readjusted his combat stance, the scarlet aura surrounding him like a crimson battle armor and cloak.

“Sir Murphy doesn’t need failures under his command.

I’ve pledged to become his Crimson Blade, my blood will flow for my lord.

He is watching me, and I will not fall here!”

“Then keep going.”

Supporting himself with a great sword, Kudell softly said behind him:

“Complete your ascension, acquire your Night Bat Essence!

Every Ancestor’s Power will become part of that new form.

Complete it!

Become the person you truly wish to be.

All ideals and desires require the support of power, Mark.

You have the talent to become outstanding.

Murphy helped you discover your true self, and I hope you don’t disappoint his high expectations.

No need for more words, ignite your potential, and then go.”

“Crack”

The armor-piercing spike of the Skull Breaker popped out at that moment.

The weapon, activated into its second form, began to spin at high speed, with fierce flames encasing the hammer, making Maxim seem like he was wielding a burning torch in battle.

Each of his blows was precise and lethal.

The number of enemies was too great to lose composure.

Each strike needed to take down an enemy to lessen his pressure.

His wings, now resilient enough, served as his shield.

When those desecrated undead surged forward, the Blood Vulture Vampires’ wings, upon which they relied, folded around him, allowing him to withstand more attacks.

This was, after all, one of the combat techniques of the Blood Vulture Clan.

The eyes beneath his battle helm glowed crimson, and thanks to Lionea’s teachings, Maxim’s targeting was incredibly intimidating.

No matter how his locked-on target evaded, it would be precisely caught in the next strike.

Kudell’s teaching ensured his hammer strikes carried the lethal Crimson Power.

The power of blood surged, filling Maxim with savage destructive power.

The activation level of Bloodthirsty deepened continuously.

As the battle went on, Maxim’s will was disrupted by the bloodthirsty impulse.

Ordinary vampires would have lost control and couldn’t distinguish friend from foe, but the monster’s mind remained clear.

This he had learned from the Dwarf Warrior under Lord Hether’s command – “Riding the Rage.”

A butcher controlled by rage is certainly terrifying, but a warrior who remains calm at all times is even more deadly.

He harnessed the full-body enhancement that Bloodthirsty brought, yet he was still able to precisely identify the weakest nodes among the enemies before him and deliver thunderous blows, every move yielding results.

Simple, brutal, efficient, and both offensive and defensive, like a calm monster in pursuit, this was Maxim’s style of combat.

He seemed to have touched the threshold, and under Kudell’s satisfied gaze, began to “ignite” the potential he had already released, like the endless power emerging when the Black Iron trial was completed.

Fatigue seemed to vanish, and Maxim seemed he could continue fighting like this indefinitely.

His life form was undergoing an evolution under the pressure of battle, like a forge hammering hot steel, with sparks flying as impurities were removed, awaiting completion to become a world-class weapon.

Kudell, too, grabbed a great sword and joined the battlefield.

More undead warriors surged forward, their numbers far exceeding the limits Maxim could handle.

But neither the Civilian Protection Officer nor the vampire warriors behind him got too close to Maxim’s battlefield, giving the Monster General enough space to hone his combat skills to the level of artistry.

“You have more power!

It’s time to add more fuel to the forge, helping you burn even more fiercely!

Don’t hold back, use them to the fullest, Mark!”

Kudell shouted loudly, prompting Maxim to roar as he hurled his Skull Breaker hammer, whose fuel had run out and could no longer cut.

The Storm Hammer-like blow smashed the Skeleton Knight who had charged out on its Skeleton War Horse, releasing terrible force that shattered both the rider and horse into skeletal fragments.

The monster lost his weapon, but he didn’t have just one hammer.

Gifted by Murphy, the Dark Night Claw extended, the fierce claw blades, after continual use and sharpening, forming a giant black-red claw.

Like ten steel knives whirling to create a deadly Blade Storm, anyone approaching would be mercilessly shredded.

But this wasn’t enough!

Maxim was already engulfed in absolute Battle Frenzy, much like when he personally killed the brother who betrayed him during the Black Iron trial.

He had severed all weakness then, and his ascending body screamed to harness more power—this was the time of forging!

He must fuse all precious power into it.

He used his claws to shred the nearby strong foes, then in the tattered wing’s flapping, ascended into the air, raising his claws to perform the generous control of blood his master had taught him.

The dried-up skeletons in front of him, drained of blood for centuries, could no longer be manipulated, but it didn’t matter, Maxim still had teammates.