CHAPTER 42: NETHER SPIRIT 3 — THE UNDEAD ARMY

"I finally found you! Worm!!!" Echoed Zephyr, a cruel smile playing across her lips.

The Nether Spirit turned towards her! His eyes wide...

’Did this girl just call Me! A Worm! Me — Ava’ross! A worm!’ Thought Ava’ross, dumbfounded! Unable to believe what he himself heard!.

Then after the realization came fury! His snow white wide eyes reflecting his soul burning in wrath like a raging infernal storm.

Infuriated and Enraged, He shouted, pointing fingers at her, his dark amethyst hair flared reflecting his fury exploding like a volcanic eruption, causing the air itself to ripple and reverberate by the booming words spoken,

"You have the audacity! The gall to call ’Me’ — Ava’ross! A worm! You dare humiliate me like that, it seems like you don’t know the difference between a master and slave! Don’t worry though! I’ll show you how to become a good slave! When I turn you into one of mine! Just like them!." He finished, a cruel smirk bloomed across his lips.

With a command, he watched –

As his undead army started emerging from the gloomy forest, surrounding them within seconds, rising clouds of dust by the sheer number of them and there massive size. Surrounding both Black and Zephyr from all four sides, leaving no room for a possible retreat.

’So there they were’. Black thought as he watched the army of undead surrounding him and Zephyr.

His expression calm and composed, unaffected by the increasing impending sense of danger his body felt. Since he now know, knew that the sense of danger he felt was nothing but a Mirage! An illusion caused by his own unease, for it was Black’s first time encountering a threat strong enough to endanger his very life and not just his even zephyr’s.

When Ava’ross came out of the dense canopy of the gloomy forest previously and Black learned of his identity as a Nether Spirit from Zephyr’s sudden shriek. He had been wondering, just where was his undead army that Zephyr told him that the Nether Spirits commended.

Although, Now he understood as he watched Ava’ross, since as it turned out this nether spirit — Who called himself by the name of Ava’ross, very much liked drama.

Just to make himself seem more mysterious, enigmatic and esoteric he made himself, or his presence be known to them, while at the same time making his voice and footsteps echo in the silence just to portray himself as someone enigmatic, someone out of their compherensive or cognitive ability, someone unimaginable powerful.

Just to make them fear him, then he would’ve used his fake smile to gain their trust, just to kill them in cold bloodedness, It was his way of toying with them before making them another one of the new additions in his already massive undead army.

’Nonetheless it seems like he don’t have good control over his own emotions, by just how easily he lost himself in his wrath and showed his true color’. Black thought, as he also remembered just how the worm had looked at him and Zephyr with eyes filled with contempt and disdain just after leaving the gloomy forest.

With that contemptuous smile, thinking them as nothing but toys for his entertainment, for his amusement.

And indeed Black was incensed! Even Vexed! He so wanted to just crush that ugly face under his feet, that had that contemptuous smile! That disdainful smirk! But he couldn’t, since he was weak! It doesn’t mattered what he wanted to do or what he felt! Not even his Progenitor identity mattered since he was weak! As the weaker party he didn’t have the right to rebell.

And that’s what vexed him the most, even more then the anger he felt towards the pathetic worm as in his Progenitor eyes that’s what he was — A worm.

How could his Progenitor soul take him seriously.

His own soul felt infuriated, because he felt fear when gazing at the ’thing’ he considered nothing more then a worm.

The reason, he was weak, his own weakness was what made him worry for Zephyr since neither he had the strength nor the confidence to protect her, And because of this frustration and anger a seed was planted in his mind! An ethereal seed of hatred! Hatred for being weak! Hatred towards the concept of weakness itself.

Additionally that seed of hatred bred another ethereal seed! The ethereal seed of determination! Determination to become stronger! To never feel the curse of weakness again.

Meanwhile, Upon seeing the absent-minded look upon Zephyr and Black’s faces, Ava’ross laughter in jubilation, "Hahaha!!! You didn’t expect this!! Now did you?" He stopped, spreading his hands wide, looking at this army of undead and zombies he had created over the past one month with a proud gaze,

"Now! Where is all that arrogance! Huh! Aren’t you afraid! Hmn! But no matter how much you both beg me, your end will be death! A painful one! A painful death! And no amount of begging will save you from my wrath! What did you call Me! A Worm! Me! Ava’ross! A Mighty Nether Spirit! A worm! What audacity! What nerve!... Now!! Hahaha... Despair at your misfortune!!.. Hahahaha" Monologued Ava’ross, shouting, laughing with a wide smile.

Upon hearing the long threat, Black was bought out of his reverie, as for Zephyr, she was simply and silently just glaring at the fool, the nether spirit, her mind was empty or only had one thought in it — that was to kill the nether spirit, to torture it, to make it cry in pain! Miserably, To beg not for his life but to be killed! She wanted to see him beg for the sweet embrace of death! Only for her to deny and watch him despair — she was already deeply lost in her own illusion.

Nonetheless Black didn’t know just how to respond to Ava’ross threat or was it a threat, he was really stumped this time, didn’t Zephyr tell him that The Nether Spirits were the physical embodiment of evilness, and the spiritual incarnation of malevolence. So how come this one was so — Nevermind that, he didn’t even have the words to properly describe him. It was really hilarious.

He only had one thought, while looking at this particular nether spirit, ’He is an idiot indeed, nonetheless the idiot has the sufficient strength to back up his idiocy’. As he shifted his attention from the idiotic nether spirit and gazed towards the army of undead and zombies it commended, surrounding them.

There were more then 300 hundred undead magical beast and spirits and the monster zombies all around them, atleast double the number Zephyr told him about.

’Atleast he had the brawn, if not brain’ thought Black, his gaze a probing one, scanning the army, ’There are more then Thirty Rank 6 undeads or monsters in which maximum 17 of them are in the level between 67 to 69, while the other 7 are between level 64 to 66 and the rest between 60 to 63’

Then his gaze landed on six particular magical beast and spirits that he recognized, ’Aren’t they the members of the six magical beast and spirit tribe living near the Dark-Fall Lake that zephyr told me about, don’t tell me this nether spirit even slaughtered those six tribes too’ with the sudden realization his gaze shifted towards the aforementioned magical beasts and spirits, his bright golden eyes observing the dead tribes in scrutiny.

Their were —

The Emerald Mirage Lizard.

The Bone Blight Venomous Serpent.

The Three-Headed Spirit Hydra.

The Dark-Fall Giant Spider.

The Great Calamity Centipedes.

The Ethereal Illusion Wasps.

However they didn’t look one bit like how zephyr had described them to him previously. Their bones, innards and even biological organs were visible, their flesh rotting! decayed! their eyes hollow! their forms broken, cracked even grotesque!.

The air around their figure rippled, withered even decayed. Their grand magical beast and spirit bodies were no more then an echo of a forgotten memory lost in the river of space-time.

Nonetheless there were many other unique and different undeads and zombies amidst those 300 or so surrounding both Black and Zephyr.

"Now you two should also join and become part of my majestic and proud undead army! And serve me eternally as my loyal slaves! Hahaha!!! "

"..." Black

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