Beleth casually lifted the mutated head of the Primal Undead monster, using two of his skeletal fingers to gouge deep into one of its eye sockets. He yanked forcefully, pulling out the still-wriggling eyeball along with a mass of slimy, foul-smelling flesh and blood, leaving a deep, empty cavity in the creature's monstrous face. The Primal Undead shrieked in extreme agony, thrashing hopelessly in Beleth's grasp. But it was all futile. It was like a small child being held aloft by an adult, unable to escape no matter how much it struggled. Everyone present in the square, those still clinging to their last vestiges of sanity, couldn't comprehend what was happening. Why was this Necrofear torturing one being after another with such relentless cruelty? Why did he torment even the things he himself had created? With his power, wouldn't slaughtering everyone here, turning this place into a sea of blood, be a simple matter for him? Why engage in such complex, repulsive, and incomprehensible acts? He seemed entirely indifferent to the horrified gazes, the fearful whimpers of those around him. He casually inserted Captain Jacobs's brain and remaining eye into the deep socket of the Primal Undead monster's head. Then, he activated a dark magic formation. The corpses of Jacobs, of the monsters and soldiers scattered around the square, the pain and despair of the people here, all seemed to fuel the formation's operation. The wound on the monster's head slowly healed; its body sprouted sharp, black fleshy spines, its power now significantly greater than before. Then, he dropped the monster to the ground. "You may call it the Frenzied Bastard," Beleth said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction and a sick, perverted glee. "This is a Rank 6 Undead monster, a perfect work of art. You have your foolish captain to thank; he proved to be an exceptionally excellent vessel, a truly magnificent ingredient. And…" Here, the Necrofear's lips twisted into a sinister, malevolent smile. He kicked the Frenzied Bastard's head hard, causing it to fall backward, its horrific skull facing the sky, confronting everyone present in the square. One of the monster's eyes, the one Beleth had gouged out and replaced, was now Captain Jacobs's remaining eye - an eye still alive, still capable of seeing. His brain, his consciousness, still existed, still functioned, yet was imprisoned within that hideous, repulsive body. "And I shall keep his consciousness alive," Beleth continued, his voice now imbued with an unparalleled cruelty. "Alive, so he can witness with his own eyes his new, hideous, repulsive body. Alive, so he can feel the extreme joy as he personally slaughters all his soldiers, his former comrades, and all the innocent civilians present in this square. Hahahahaha!" Then a savage, maniacal laugh from the Necrofear, a laugh that echoed throughout the mournful square, sowing terror and despair deep into the souls of the survivors. " Go, my beloved pet," he said, kicking the Frenzied Bastard forcefully. His tone was contemptuous and commanding. "Go kill! Go feast to your heart's content! Show me your madness!" After a moment, as if to reorient itself, to become accustomed to its new body, the Frenzied Bastard, carrying the remnant consciousness of Captain Jacobs, let out a heaven-shaking roar, then charged straight into the dense crowd of terrified people cowering in the middle of the square. Not a single soldier, not a single Ranker, could halt its advance. They could only watch helplessly as the Rank 6 monster plunged into the crowd; piercing screams, desperate cries of despair, countless chaotic, agonizing sounds, echoed continuously, ceaselessly. It was a horrifying spectacle, a true hell on earth. Numerous body parts were torn asunder, scattered everywhere. Hands, feet, heads, internal organs… countless bloody fragments of corpses littered the flagstones of the square. Fresh blood flowed in small streams, staining a corner of the already tragic square crimson. But there was a strange thing: no matter how much they screamed or panicked, the people in the square did not scatter in all directions to find a way to survive. They remained standing there, huddled together, like lambs awaiting their turn to be slaughtered. Was it because extreme fear had made them completely collapse, losing all will to resist? That might be true for a few, but there were over eight thousand people; it couldn't possibly be all of them. "Continue your delightful games, you beasts," Beleth said nonchalantly, his tone like that of a god bestowing a special favor. "They won't be able to escape." The Frenzied Bastard, after slaughtering a large number of civilians, now sat leisurely in the middle of the square, surrounded by countless dismembered corpses. It casually gnawed on the fresh flesh and blood of its unfortunate victims. Its grotesque face, a bizarre combination of the Primal Undead and Captain Jacobs, displayed two completely contrasting expressions, creating an image both horrifying and tragic. The mouth and left eye of the Primal Undead showed a sense of extreme joy and satisfaction at being able to feast freely and bathe in fresh blood. But the right eye, Captain Jacobs's remaining eye, glinted with extreme suffering, pain, and helplessness. Tears streamed continuously from the corner of that right eye. They flowed down the deformed face, mingling with fresh blood and fragments of flesh. If there was anything in this world crueler than death itself, then such horrific mental torment surely ranked at the top. Captain Jacobs, a man who always cared, worried, and was willing to sacrifice himself to protect others, was now helpless, forced to play the role of a slaughterer, a monster devouring his own kind. The feelings of pleasure, of deliciousness from the Primal Undead's instincts, were transmitted directly to his brain, to his remaining consciousness. Receiving this horrific information only deepened Captain Jacobs's suffering and despair. This was truly the most terrible mental torture, the most cruel punishment a human being could endure. When all the remaining civilians and soldiers in Estath Square had fallen into extreme despair, when all they could do was stand there, helplessly witnessing this horrifying scene, watching one person after another fall, becoming food for the Frenzied Bastard, awaiting their own turn to be torn apart, a brilliant blue-violet lightning bolt, carrying the destructive power of nature, suddenly descended from the sky directly onto the Rank 6 monster.

If you come across this story on Amazon, it's taken without permission from the author. Report it. General Zalogr had arrived! This full-power attack, though not enough to completely fell the Frenzied Bastard, was just enough to make it retreat, to move away from the square, reducing the direct threat to the remaining innocent civilians. He was still furious for letting the terrorists who attacked Estath Cathedral, who abducted Archbishop Ralph, escape. This was his chance to salvage the situation, to atone for a part of his mistake. Simultaneously, high in the sky, a brilliant sphere of light, as dazzling as a miniature sun, was hurtling towards the Necrofear Beleth with the speed of a meteor. The pure, potent holy power radiating from that sphere of light even overshadowed the evil aura of the Necrofear, of the Frenzied Bastard, and even that of General Zalogr. BOOM! Another earth-shattering explosion resounded, shaking a vast expanse of the sky, as that sphere of light collided directly with Beleth. He was knocked back more than five meters, but still managed to stand firm, not collapsing. A young man, appearing to be less than thirty years old, clad entirely in a pure white robe, hovered casually in mid-air. Around him, a gentle, warm halo radiated, dispelling the deadly grey-black mist, allowing the civilians and soldiers below to move more easily, no longer feeling suffocated, their breathing eased. Though this was the first time Henry and many others present had seen him in person, surely all of them could recognize who this was. Alfie, one of the legendary Four Divine Monarchs, was the youngest yet strongest Rank 7 Demigod, hailed as the Radiant Prince of Zephyros. His image, along with those of other Demigods, had been sculpted into statues, painted in artworks, praised in countless hymns and legendary tales, becoming an immortal symbol in the minds of all Zephyros citizens. The holy aura radiating from Alfie seemed to possess healing and comforting properties. The injured, those writhing in pain, all felt their bodies become much more comfortable. Pain had significantly diminished, bleeding wounds slowly stopped, and the fear, the panic in their minds also gradually subsided, replaced by hope, by absolute trust. His appearance here, in this most desperate moment, was the light at the end of the tunnel, the cool water in a barren desert, the savior of everyone present in Estath Square. "Beleth, you bastard!" Alfie's majestic voice thundered, echoing throughout the square, carrying an irresistible power. "You dare to remain here, to continue slaughtering our innocent people, while all your accomplices have already tucked tail and fled? Do you truly believe you can stand against a Demigod like me?" "Ha ha ha! Of course, I cannot compare to you, esteemed Radiant Prince," Beleth laughed arrogantly, without a trace of fear. " I also knew that an invincible war god like yourself was flying here to destroy me. But… did you think that after fighting continuously and expending considerable strength to deal with the attackers in other cities, you would still have enough power to completely annihilate me?" He laughed smugly, as if he had already secured victory. "Zalogr! The matter over there, I entrust to you!" Alfie paid no heed to Beleth's provocation; he turned and commanded General Zalogr. "I will do my utmost, Your Highness!" General Zalogr immediately bowed to accept the order, then without any hesitation, he charged to attack the Frenzied Bastard, trying to prevent it from continuing its slaughter of innocent civilians. On this side, the Demigod Alfie had also officially engaged the Necrofear Beleth. A peak battle, a confrontation between light and darkness, between good and evil, was about to unfold. "Falling Star!" From the high heavens, hundreds, thousands of brilliant clusters of light, sparkling like falling stars, simultaneously plunged straight down towards the Necrofear. He dared not be careless; he immediately summoned another colossal Undead Host to act as a meat shield, to withstand this destructive attack. "Death Strike!" From within Beleth's body, a skeletal phantom in a black cloak, wielding a giant death scythe, flew straight to attack Alfie. But Alfie did not evade. He simply created a sphere of pure light, enveloping his body, and flew straight through the Death Reaper, completely unharmed. "Shooting Star!" The attack carried devastating power and speed; this was the technique that had appeared at the beginning, when he had just arrived and attacked Beleth. Its power seemed even more frightening than before. " Triple - Grave Shield!" Three colossal black stone tombstones, carrying a thick aura of death, materialized from the void between Beleth and Alfie, attempting to mitigate the Demigod's furious attack. Boom! Boom! Boom! The three stone tombstones were successively pierced, shattering into tiny fragments. But they had succeeded in reducing a part of the "Shooting Star's" speed and power. "Soul Scythe!" Another giant death scythe, over three meters long, carrying dark energy capable of tearing souls, swept a wide circle around the Necrofear's position. It easily passed through the remainder of the "Shooting Star" attack, then slashed into the Demigod Alfie. But strangely, no damage whatsoever appeared on his pure white robe or his body. However, Alfie still retreated a short distance. He stood motionless in mid-air, his hands slowly extending forward, his fingers forming complex, ancient magic seals. "Seven Sword of Star!" From the high heavens, seven colossal swords of light, each sword sparkling like a star, carrying the power of the constellations, simultaneously plunged straight down towards Beleth's position. The Undead Host he had just summoned as a shield was instantly obliterated by those light swords, leaving not a trace. The destructive power from the Seven Star Swords radiated outwards, even destroying the Primal Undead still hidden within that Undead Host, without any resistance. The Necrofear Beleth, the mastermind behind all these horrific crimes, was impaled by three of the Seven Star Swords, immobilized in mid-air. The wounds caused by the light swords emitted countless tiny sparks of light, sparkling like stars in the dark night. Those sparks of light quickly spread throughout his body, slowly destroying the monster's entire Undead structure, turning him into ash and nothingness. But he still smiled before completely disintegrating.

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