Chapter 511: The Nameless Slaughterfield (2)
It didn’t take long for the world to hear the news and realize what had happened.
As a result, all major factions began moving accordingly.
To the Empire, it was the birth of a miracle.
To the Ultras… it was a curse unleashed upon them.
A curse of Abraham Starlight’s caliber.
Frey entered the war with one thousand elite warriors. In the end, only seven remained .. including him.
Yet those one thousand managed to obliterate the entire vanguard force of the Ultras—more than 30,000 soldiers, along with 10,000 nightmare beasts.
And if one counted the earlier losses at the Bay of Shizclar…
The Ultras had already lost over 50,000 troops.
An enormous loss. A catastrophic blow.
And so, all the major figures of the Ultras gathered in a single place.
Inside a grand chamber built for kings, the true ruling power of the Ultras held a summit unlike any before.
At the center stood Mergo, Lord of the Dark Hive, commanding everyone’s attention.
Clearing his throat, he spoke with the relaxed tone of an old drunken man.
“Gentlemen, thank you for answering the call.”
His words were mostly directed at Beatrice, who stood elegantly with her arms crossed, and Dragoth, the beast seated calmly behind her.
“We’ve gathered today in response to the complete annihilation of our vanguard at the Bay of Shizclar.”
Mergo sighed with genuine irritation—only to be interrupted by Beatrice, who arrived using one of her dolls.
A beautiful puppet with flowing black hair, pale white skin, and bright green eyes… a mischievous smile gracing her face.
Tilting her head, she calmly said:
“So what? Everything that’s happened is still within expectations. The vanguard was meant to die there.”
The moment she said that, the pressure in the air grew abnormally heavy.
Its source? Dragoth.
He stared at her in silence from across the hall, his eyes slaughtering her a hundred times over—but he did not move.
Standing beside him, Gavid Lindman made sure Dragoth didn’t act recklessly. Even if Dragoth had grown more composed since his return, the madness was still there.
Whatever had happened to him during his long imprisonment in the Empire remained a mystery—one even he couldn’t recall—but it left its mark.
Due to the nature of their pact, Gavid couldn’t allow Beatrice to die.
He had to keep Dragoth in check.
Mergo quickly stepped in to close the matter.
“I know this was within our expectations. But it happened far sooner than we planned. And more importantly—the Empire suffered no losses.”
The vanguard was supposed to inflict massive damage on the Empire and hold their position longer.
Yet despite their overwhelming numbers, they achieved next to nothing.
“A variable has appeared .. one we didn’t anticipate,” said Mergo.
To which Beatrice replied with a smirk:
“Frey Starlight, correct?”
Mergo nodded. And Gavid confirmed.
“We can’t allow him to continue growing. If he does, he’ll become an obstacle to our greater plan.”
Frey Starlight had already shown power rivaling the top of the SS+ tier.
His explosive and rapid growth wasn’t natural—it was insane.
All of them could feel it…
If left unchecked, he might evolve into something far beyond their comprehension.
“He must die in the next battle,” Gavid Lindman declared.
At that moment, Dragoth stood.
“Abraham’s son…”
Clenching his fist, his eyes glowing blood-red, he finally moved.
“I’ll handle him myself.”
And so .. without warning ..the true power of the Ultras decided to step onto the battlefield.
They seemed determined to repay the debt.
Faced with such unwavering resolve, Beatrice could only sigh and shake her head in pity, somewhat impressed by their ignorance.
“Frey Starlight…”
She whispered his name with a faint smile, her fingers toying in the air.
“There’s no need to worry about him… he’s already fallen.”
The witch chuckled softly as she turned to leave, abandoning the others in complete ignorance of what her words truly meant.
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At the same time as the Ultras’ gathering…
Something strange was occurring—on the Empire’s side.
Inside a sealed room that now served as his cell…
One person sat hunched over on his bed, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Frey Starlight ..the miracle-born monster.. was alone, suffering from something he could not comprehend.
From out of nowhere, violet sparks began to explode around his body. The tremors intensified.
Frey—his eyes tightly shut—tried to suppress the phenomenon by force.
Activating Shadow Adaptation, he focused on manipulating his Aura with absolute precision, forcing it under his control.
Lately… his power had been increasing without end .. especially after slaughtering all those souls.
It felt as if he was slowly becoming something entirely different…
A monster of a caliber unlike anything else.
He had spent his recent days in this cell trying to assimilate the new power within him.
But now, that power had broken free of his control.
No matter how hard he tried to subdue it, it raged harder, threatening to consume him entirely.
Even with Shadow Adaptation, it never calmed.
The violet sparks of Aura continued erupting more violently, destroying everything around him. A thick, black, viscous substance began crawling from beneath his skin, spreading through his bloodstream like a cocoon.
Frey noticed it immediately.
Thanks to his full-body awareness and intimate understanding of his internal structure, he realized—that blackness was foreign.
Something that wasn’t there before.
Whatever it was… it was the source of the frenzy within his power.
He cursed under his breath, completely unaware of what was happening to him—
until, without warning, his eyes widened.
A voice whispered right beside his ear.
“Return it.”
The voice was strange… yet oddly familiar.
His power surged, threatening to engulf the entire room.
And Frey—more lost than ever—could only sit in silence.
“Return it. It belongs to me.”
In that very instant…
Hearing that voice…
He began to understand.
At the same moment…
The system’s interface flared to life.
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Final Mission
Mission Description:
Wesker’s Shadows have swept across the world. The hunt has begun. It’s a race against time .. who will hunt down whom first?
Disaster is inevitable. And your blade may very well determine the outcome of the coming war.
Before it’s too late… eliminate Wesker’s Shadows!
First Shadow: The Eternal Witch, Beatrice.
Second Shadow: The death King, Thanatos—also known as Gepetto.
Third Shadow: The One-Man Army, 10th-ranked High Demon—Zibar.
Fourth Shadow: Frey Starlight.