Chapter 950 Advent Of The Monarch (Part 1)

Inside the Primordial Shadow Realm, three black portals suddenly appeared.

One was in front of Anastasia's essence clone, another in front of Rank Six Florita, also known as the Angel of Death or the Chūnibyō, and the last one in front of Valtair.

When the portals appeared inside the shadow realm without her permission, Anastasia's essence clone was startled, and she tried to close them, but her partial authority over the shadow realm didn't work on the portals and they remained suspended in front of the three people.

Anastasia frowned when she wasn't able to close the portals, but suddenly, she felt a familiar aura from the other end of the portal and her eyes widened in shock.

Florita, who was outside of the castle, also felt the familiar aura coming from the portal and was equally stunned.

On the other hand, Valtair, who was sulking in one of the corners of the shadow realm after losing to Florita in their last spar was lying on the ground with an unfocused look.

When the portal suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes narrowed and his bad mood worsened, thinking that someone was forcefully trying to enter the shadow realm.

"What is this sh*thole now?" Valtair muttered with a frown on his face, looking at the round portal in front of him.

He looked around and saw the shadow undead of a Rank One Orc not far away from him.

Because of the evolution of the shadow energy, most of the shadow undeads who were below rank three had already woken up, and the entire shadow realm was filled with tens of thousands of shadow undeads.

Upon seeing the shadow undead of the Rank One Orc, Valtair lifted his hand, and the orc was pulled towards him as if he were made of iron and Valtair was a powerful magnet.

Once the orc appeared near him, Valtair threw the orc inside the portal and said in a light voice.

"Go and check this sh*thole. If you find anything strange on the other end, don't forget to come back and tell me." He said as the orc was pushed inside the portal, and the three portals that appeared inside the shadow realm disappeared.

When the portal suddenly disappeared, Valtair raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"It seems the people on the other end were quite weak and that little guy immediately killed all of them..." Valtair muttered in a low voice, thinking that the orc had killed the person who opened the portal, which is why it disappeared.

Valtair was just praising the orc who entered the portal when suddenly, two extremely powerful and cold auras locked onto his body.

""Valtair!""

The anger-filled voices of Anastasia and Florita sounded at the same time, and before he could understand what was going on, two powerful fists landed right on his face.

***

Back inside the Tomb of the Ancient, Evan looked at the rank one orc who just came out of the portal with his mouth wide open.

(You have summoned one of the guardians of the Primordial Shadow Realm: Beginner Level Rank One Orc— Nomel)

A notification flashed in front of Evan, making his mind dizzy for a moment.

Baphomet and Eldrakar were also stunned when they saw the Rank One Orc coming out of the portal.

Earlier, when they felt the Primordial Aura coming out of the portal, both of them thought that Evan was summoning someone very powerful and they were ready to use their full power regardless of the consequences.

But looking at the shadow undead of the Rank One Orc in front of them, who was looking around with a dumb expression, Baphomet and Eldrakar's eyes turned extremely cold because they felt Evan was mocking them.

'Just what kind of fu*ked up authority is this?' Evan cursed inwardly when he saw the being he had summoned and quickly tried to think of another way to save himself.

Even with the help of his shadow undeads, he was not confident he could escape from Baphomet and Eldrakar.

Just from the speed that Baphomet had demonstrated earlier, he could tell that even if he summoned all of his shadow undeads, Baphomet could ignore them and appear in front of him in an instant.

Just when Evan was thinking about what he should do...

Rumble!

The surroundings around him began to shake and a terrifying pressure, tens of times more powerful than the peak Rank Three Griffin's pressure bore down on him.

Cough!

Evan coughed out a mouthful of blood due to the pressure and his bones made crunching sounds as if they were on the verge of shattering.

The Rank One Orc he had summoned couldn't handle the pressure even for a second and burst into black smoke.

'Elora!'

Feeling the crushing pressure, Evan suddenly thought about Elora, who was standing behind him and tried to turn his head.

But before he could turn his head, Baphomet appeared in front of him and lightly punched him in the chest.

The moment Baphomet's fist made contact with his chest, Evan felt as if he had been struck by a world-crushing force.

Subconsciously, he activated his Temporal Velocity skill and in slow motion, watched as he flew backward as if struck by a bullet train. His ribcage, where Baphomet's fist had struck slowly sank down, and all the bones within his chest turned to dust. The fist's force penetrated his heart, causing it to swell up like a balloon, ready to burst at any moment.

Cracks appeared all over his skin, and blood started to flow out of his body.

Looking at his body in slow motion, Evan was sure it couldn't handle the force of the punch and was about to explode into a blood mist.

Sensing his body was about to explode, at the last second, just before his body turned into a blood mist, Evan activated his Death Transfer skill and his body returned to normal.

Although his body returned to normal, he was still flying backward like a broken kite.

BoooooooooM!

Evan's body collided with a rocky mountain about two kilometers away from where he had been standing a second ago.

But instead of stopping after colliding against the mountain, his body continued to move backward, creating a hole through the rocky mountain and coming out the other side.

BooooooooooooooM!

With a loud booming sound, his body crashed around three hundred meters away from the rocky mountain, creating a two-kilometer-wide and one-hundred-meter-deep pit.

In the middle of the pit, Evan lay lifelessly, with all his bones broken and blood continuing to flow out of his mouth. His life and death unknown.