The Ruined Death Knight

"So this is what Death Caller wanted us to get." Sartan said as he took the core out of Danzel's hand, looking at it with one eye closed, trying to see if something was inside the core.

"Don't touch it you muscle head!" Vanessa said as she took the core out of Sartans hand.

"Knowing you, you would have tried to take a piece of it just to see if it's tasty or not."

Hearing that, Sartan scoffed at Vanessa.

"Ha! What do you take a future king for? A fool!?" Sartan said as he glanced at the core.

"How does it taste anyway?"

"You!!"

"What!?"

Looking at the duo solemnly, Danzel extended his hand and made an ethereal skeleton hand grab the crystal out of Vanessa's hand and bring it to him.

"Huh?" Vanessa only realized the hand only after it had already its finger on the core.

"I haven't finished looking at the tower core yet. And since it's damaged, there is a need to be careful with it." Danzel explained.

After hearing his words, Vanessa and Sartan could only let Danzel have it. Since he explained various things inside the tower that they themselves couldn't know and that he was learning under Velkir, they consider him the all-knowing entity in their group.

Where in fact Danzel was as clueless as they without the description that he had, or at the very least he knew one or two things more than them.

Although Danzel didn't lie about the core being damaged, Danzel wanted to continue to see the nature of the core and what was different from other mana crystals.

'How did this Magus even manage to use soul essence?'

Though that was his main worry.

If he were to go by what the core said, the core itself didn't know of his soul magic. And since the Magus shared a portion of his knowledge into this core, the chances of him knowing soul magic were low, but not impossible.

Another possibility that he thought was that this Magus knew necromancy or another type of magic that allowed him to do something with soul essence.

While Danzel was mind storming on his own, Agares came and suddenly brought him out.

"Danzel, you said that the core is damaged. If I may ask, to what extent is the core damaged...?" Agares asked, with his horns slowly going back inside his head and his eyes turning back to normal.

Danzel turned around and gazed at the horns disappearing before noticing the worry that Agares eyes were expressing.

"The core it's indeed damaged, but I don't think that you have to worry about it. Though I ain't an expert in this kind of stuff. The core's main function is still intact, meaning that all the spells that it used or information should still be inside the core as far as I am aware. The damage that you did will at best make the core unstable to be usable but knowing master Velkir, he will have a way to repair it."

"Honestly, I worry more about the fact that I wiped the personality of this thing. It hasn't broken or anything and it still has lots of mana inside but I turned the core into a braindead, nom I turned the item back into an item." Danzel assured Agares.

"Huh? Isn't that kinda bad?" Vanessa said.

In turn, Danzel simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Velkir sent us here to either break it or steal the core. While he said the latter was more favorable, the option of breaking the core was always there. Besides, I doubt we could have taken the core when it had a consciousness. Am I wrong?"

Vanessa thought about it before shaking her head.

"Yeah, we wouldn't have been able to take this thing while it tried to kill us. Well done Danzel." Vanessa raised a thumbs ups.

"Hahaha! You done well. Dark Armor!" Sartan said enthusiastically as he patted Danzel's back with such force that made Danzel almost drop the core and have his spine break in two.

"For now let's get out of here..." Danzel said.

They soon turned around in the empty room and walked to where they came from.

But this time, no traps or golems tried to stop them from leaving the tower.

Though once they arrived at where they came from, there was no portal. Making Sartan punch through the tower, opening a wall to the outside.

And what they saw were thousands of destroyed undead laying on the ground and another thousand continuously fighting what Danzel thought were the reinforcements of the Arcana kingdom.

Danzel shook his head at that.

After seeing the power of everyone, especially Azrael, he doubted that numbers would make any difference.

Walking towards the outside, there was Velkir with little Shiro on his side waiting for them.

"Grandpa!" Shiro yelled excitedly upon seeing Agares and ran toward him.

"Shiro." Agares went to his knee and hugged Shiro into his arms.

"Grandpa, what happend with your hat?"

"My hat? I accidentally tripped and stepped on it, thinking of what today's dinner I should make for my little Shiro. But enough of me, was your teacher nice to you?"

"Mhm." Shiro nodded her head and started explaining what she saw.

Ignoring the duo of exotic clothes, Danzel walked towards Velkir and put the core forward.

"Is this the core?" Velkir asked with a frown.

"Yes, the damage was unavoidable." Danzel said with a firm voice.

"No...the stay of the core, mhm, it's way better than I had originally expected. You guys done well." Velkir said as he picked the core on his hand and made it flow above his hand.

Creating two circles under and above the core, a sudden flash of light engulfed the crystal, making it disappear.

"I will hear out everyone's experience inside the tower when we get out of here. But for now, we should get away from here." Velkir said as he gazed upon the battlefield.

Nodding their heads, Vanessa called out of Azrael and he came to rejoin the whole group.

"Has the job successfully finished." Azrael asked while glaring at Velkir, who nodded back.

The 8 demonic angel aides of his flew behind him and slowly turned into blood and went back towards the demonic cursed spear of Azrael. Making the spear open up the closed eyes.

Bloodthirster stared around curiously but once it gazed at Danzel and he gazed back, all eyes shook a bit before disappearing.

"Hmm?" Azrael looked at his spear in confusion.

"Alright everyone, the contract of Deathfull Skulls has been fulfilled with the Ioratal. Gather and I will start the mass teleportation spell.

Gathering near Velkir, a huge magic circle appeared under their feet, slowly turning as the magic circle was beginning to form.

'Such a complex spell...' Danzel thought internally as he observed the magic circle.

And then he suddenly remembered that he became a 4th-tier being, a death knight.

'Wait, maybe now I will be able to see Velkir's whole status? And everyone else?' He suddenly had the urge to see through everyone's status and compare himself with them.

'No, I will have enough time once the spell is finished.'

And soon enough, the magic circle was upon its completion.

"I will begin the spell." Velkir said solemnly as he raised his staff up high.

And then he brought his staff down, but once the staff was halfway to meet the ground, Velkir's blind-looking eyes were filled with mana as they darted towards the tower.

Using mana vision, increasing his perception, everything became to move in slow motion. Gazing at the tower, he slowly watched how a portal began to extend.

And from this portal, a figure wearing a faceless mask was coming out and within him, was an immense amount of mana, far greater than the core of the tower.

The sheer amount of mana that was to be felt made everyone else turn toward the new presence. But when the faceless figure mumbled something, only Velkir and Azrael were able to hear it.

"[Magic Destruction]"

​ The mana of the faceless man moved at light speed and clashed with Velkirs mass teleportation, instantly breaking dozens of holes through the magic circle.

'Now from all times!?' Velkir cursed as he stared at everyone else, readying to fight. Danzel pulled his cursed sword, Vanessa slowly gathered her black flames, Azrael made his own spell, Agares horns came out and Sartan was surrounded by a bloody aura.

"Sigh..." Velkir sighed as he tapped his staff to the ground, cutting pieces of the magic circle and rearranging them to repair the magic circle before activating.

"I hate butchering my spells." Velkir said in annoyance as the magic circle lit up in the light.

Seeing what Velkir just did, Azrael widen his eyes in shock.

"Velkir! No-"

Before he could finish, the light of the magic circle engulfed everyone except Velkir, turning them into lighting chaotically flying above the skies.

Once the lighting disappeared through all directions, the location of Velkir exploded suddenly.

"Bastards." The man with the faceless mask said furiously as he stared at the lighting and walked in front of the flames of the explosion.

The flames suddenly exploded into nothingness revealing an unscathed Velkir.

"You arrived sooner than I expected, Magus of the Tower." Velkir said solemnly.

"Where is the core, undead?" The owner of the tower, the Magus said, with fury present in his voice.

Seeing such emotion coming from him, Velkir couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha! Was my flesh too obvious?" Velkir said as he raised his hand and pulled the ragged bandages covering his mouth off, revealing his whole mouth having no flesh.

"Hmpf, a Lich?" The Magus scoffed while instantly creating 4 spikes around Velkir to pierce him.

Before they could, Velkir teleported 3 steps away from the spears.

"Indeed." Velkir said as his eyes burned with gray flames just like his body did. The flames ate upon the flesh, leaving nothing else but a skeleton with flaring fray eyes.

Seeing the Lich, the Magus throwed two skulls to the ground, one having only a single eye whereas the other skull's mouth was flat and had no teeth.

"Did you send those two to stall me?" The Magus said.

"Heh! Hahaha! I can't wait to see those two again." Velkir ignored the Magus as he stared at the two skulls before he suddenly stopped and stared intensely at the Magus.

"Magus of this kingdom. Do I really need to state the obvious?"

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Several explosions occurred where Velkir was.

But in the air a flash of light appeared, revealing Velkir.

"I remember the day when the subordinate talked in my laboratory about the Small Fire Magi a few centuries ago who now achieved the rank of the magus. How you scorched the lands of the immortal bird with flames. I got to say that back then the story earned a good laugh. But-"

Suddenly Velkirs mana spread through the battlefield, bringing out an aura of death far greater than that of Danzels and all the thousands of undead on this battlefield combined.

"- Seeing you know, I see nothing but a failure of a magic caster." Velkir said as he descended back to the ground, his gray mana spreading through the ground and inside the destroyed undead.

"Fuelled by emotions and clouding once judgment. So...HUMAN"

The gray mana spread through each destroyed bone of the undead and slowly made them float and slowly repair the thousand of fallen undead bodies.

And each of the repaired undead, had their flaring eyes reignited.

They picked up their weapons.

Halberts.

Spears.

Swords.

Daggers.

And they rose once more.

Veleron then stapped his staff into the ground, making a pool of gray mana.

"You kind is not suited for the art that is magic." Velkir said with a cold voice as a presence just as strong as the Magus of the tower appeared inside the pool of gray mana.

And the owner of that aura came out.

Two hands that of a dragon were the first to come out and touch the outside world. The entity pulled itself from the pool of gray mana before spreading its wings and flying up in the air.

With half of its body being that of the legendary beast of the sea, the Leviathan, and the other half of the Dragon. Having 2 necks of a Hydra and where the head was supposed to be was a hand of a dragon instead.

The middle of each hand has a mouth with sharp teeth.

And between those two necks, was a humanoid figure with his bottom half merged with the body of this entity.

The humanoid figure was covered with the same material as Vanessa's artifact, a black bandage. The humanoid part of this entity wielded a black long sword on his right arm.

"KYAAAAAAAAAGH!!"

"KYAAAAAAAAAGH!!"

"KYAAAAAAAAAGH!!"

The beast's cry mixed with its aura seemed to shake the world itself.

Formerly known as the Devil of Azu'rah.

"I am Velkir Veleron Verrens. A Magic caster!" Velkir said as his immense deadly aura spread though out the battlefield.

"The Fallen Resurrector!"