Chapter 18: Three Hundred Years of Waiting

The giant zombie, whose body had once been frozen solid, suddenly became able to move again. Though it couldn’t move as swiftly as normal, the fact that it could move at all meant it was no longer just a block of ice waiting to be shattered by the Dragon Spear. The force of the Dragon Spear’s roar seemed to be deflected by an external force, striking the giant zombie’s shoulder at an angle.

Sathima, who had intended to crush the enemy in one strike, was stunned. She felt a cold aura surrounding her, clinging to her body like sticky mud. In sheer panic, without time to think, she roared and violently pushed backward, trying to break free from whatever was restraining her. But the relentless aura followed closely, even seeming to try to penetrate her body.

Komer noticed something strange as the spirit appeared. Although this aberrant being had no physical form, it was still an invisible entity of energy. It could transmit its power through the air, but its lack of a tangible body imposed many limitations, so it wasn’t omnipotent.

“Lome! Release the Holy Light Purification Spell!” he roared. Komer could no longer control his emotions. If things continued like this, his group would eventually perish at the hands of this insane freak. Just the two giant zombies were enough to kill everyone, not to mention the Soul-Eating Dwarves and Black Knights backing them up!

Lome, who had been hiding behind Komer, had already pushed her magical power to its limit. As soon as Komer spoke, a series of glowing orbs erupted in the sky above the square. The silver-white light of the holy flames, like a rising moon, instantly illuminated the entire darkness!

Komer could clearly sense the painful screams transmitted through telepathy. Clearly, this aberrant being still suffered under the effect of the holy flames. No matter how cunning it was, under the power of counteracting spells, it was forced to retreat into the darkness.

“Kid, quite interesting. You dare use those spells from the Light Church to harm me! But this is just the beginning. We still have a long way to go. I’m going to use that ice dragon’s scales to make drums and its sinews to make whips. I’m not giving it the honor of being a noble dragon corpse—it almost destroyed my giant warriors! Kid, the next act is about to begin!”

Another burst of telepathic communication arrived, and Komer realized the opponent was about to launch another attack. The giant zombie knocked to the ground by Shatima had clearly avoided disaster at the last moment. It was unclear what method the other entity used to thaw the giant zombie’s body instantly; otherwise, it would have been crushed by falling. Now, the giant zombie only had a hole in its left shoulder and its body was somewhat stiff, but it was recovering rapidly. Meanwhile, the other giant zombie accelerated and overtook its injured companion, rushing forward!

“Uh, can you pause for a moment? I need to talk to you!” Komer seized this opportunity to convey his intentions—he had to stop the opponent’s attack; otherwise, his side wouldn’t be able to hold on under these circumstances.

“Kid, trying to buy time? I’m not falling for that!” The arrogant attitude sent through made Komer feel frustrated.

“No, in this situation, you should realize that buying time isn’t much different from fighting right away. Waiting won’t cause you any real loss. I want to talk to you about the person you’ve been waiting for!”

Komer had to take a risk. The stone carvings, murals in the passage, and the various atmospheres of this dark world gave him a sense of familiarity he hadn’t felt in ages. He racked his brains trying to recall when he might have been connected to these things. His experiences over the past ten-odd years didn’t include many notable adventures, not even those during his three years in exile, which had nothing to do with what was happening now. But why did he feel this strange way? It seemed there was no other explanation except for the memories of King Kenifer III.

“What?!” The opponent reacted with great excitement and sensitivity, quickly turning angry. “Kid, you’re quite good at reading people’s minds—guessing that I’m waiting for someone. Yes, I am waiting for someone, but it has nothing to do with you. Do you think you can pretend just because you have a bit of dark power? That’s ridiculous.”

“Elder, I think there’s no need for me to boast here. Whether it’s false pretenses or not, you’ll find out soon, right? Waiting a little longer seems to cause you no real loss.” By now, Komer had completely calmed down. He kept signaling to Rebrí and Mihajović to stay highly alert and ready for battle, hoping to stop this deadly struggle at the last moment.

“Alright, I’ll trust you this once. I’m curious to see what tricks you can pull in such a short time.” The opponent also seemed hesitant—this was a once-in-a-century chance. If it truly was that faint glimmer of hope, it might indeed allow them to escape their suffering and see the light again. With the situation entirely under their control, they feared nothing from the opponent’s possible extraordinary powers.

“Very well, senior, please wait a moment while I get ready.” At this point, Komer’s expression was solemn as he focused his mental energy, gradually entering a meditative state, striving to uncover those memories hidden in the corners of his mental space. The memories of King Canifer III, after undergoing the transformation of the magic crystal, were no longer easily accessible in his dreams unless triggered by some special event. And now, as they faced a life-or-death crisis, he had to reproduce those scenes from King Canifer III’s memories and transmit them through telepathy—only then could the opponent understand his true origins.

Rebri and Mihajic didn’t understand why Komer suddenly decided to enter a meditative state at this moment. But surprisingly, the undead creatures that had been rushing forward suddenly stopped as if receiving a unified command, remaining in their defensive positions. This made Rebri and Mihajic realize it must be related to this enigmatic lord’s meditation. Yet they couldn’t fathom how Komer could stop the undead just by meditating—it was simply too incredible.

One after another, dark scenes slowly emerged from the depths of his mind: giants, flying dragons, zombies, skeletons, elves, puppets, light-guides chanting hymns while holding sacred swords, dark swordsmen with dark energy swirling in the sky, unruly Bimons, berserker barbarian generals, and epic battles between saints and demons. All these images converged into a beautiful, sacred yet indistinct figure, until King Canifer III’s heroic silhouette gradually disappeared at the boundary between light and darkness.

“No, Your Majesty! You can’t leave! Ugh, no—you can’t abandon us, not your people! Ugh, ah! We must seek revenge!” Waves of chaotic emotions came through the opponent’s disordered thoughts. Only then could Komer truly relax and breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed his gamble had paid off—yes, this otherworldly being must be closely connected to King Canifer III. But three hundred years had passed; everything had changed. No one could be sure what it had become.

The entire underground plaza seemed to gradually quiet down. Perhaps due to no orders from their master, the undead remained unusually silent, yet their innate vigilance kept them ready to fight at any moment. This strange and awkward scene appeared rather dissonant. Everyone’s gaze focused on Komer, who was slowly opening his eyes. Having completed his meditation, his gaze seemed even darker, as if savoring the profound thoughts it had inspired.

There was a moment of silence. The psychic connection seemed to be cut off abruptly. But at this point, Komer wasn’t worried that the other party would take any action—at least not until they understood his true strength.

“You kid, you’re quite impressive. You’ve succeeded—you’ve moved me. I have to admit that you not only possess the Dark Primordial Force but also strong mental magic. It’s not easy to achieve this at such a young age; it’s almost unheard of in a hundred years. But that doesn’t mean much. I was a bit out of control earlier—maybe it was your performance or illusion magic that caught my attention. Unless you can provide sufficient evidence, you and your companions will still end up as zombies!”

The aura transmitted became more violent and ferocious. Perhaps stimulated by the scenes from earlier, this alien being’s messages became chaotic. But Komer knew it wasn’t empty talk.

“Of course, I have evidence. But do you want physical proof or proof through performance?” Komer appeared calm, as if everything was under control.

“You performed very well. I always feel like you’re acting. Maybe I’m being rude now, but once you can prove yourself, I’m willing to crawl at your feet and clean them. But if you’ve tricked me, I’ll make you regret coming to this world—you’ll think being a zombie is the greatest pleasure! If you admit your lies now, I’m still willing to give you a chance to be a zombie.”

Perhaps centuries of waiting and anticipation had made this alien being insecure, causing its thoughts to become chaotic—alternating between flattery and threats, which made Komer almost laugh.

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