The Witch Hunter System

Although Emperor Varan believed everything he saw was an illusion, a fake, his belief was quickly shattered when he casually slashed an ancient tombstone. He actually felt the resistance of his sword slicing through the tombstone, even if it was only slight.

"No… This can't be…" Emperor Varan's heart shook.

He was certain that he had not been inflicted by any curse; his aura cloak had no opening.

But if he hadn't been cursed and brought into an imaginary world within the mind, it was also hard to explain the realistic feeling he sensed.

He could feel the sand-like gravel, the mournful cries of the wind, the deathly desolation of the world, smell the smokey ash in the air, and even the putrid stench of rotten flesh that oozed out of the cracked graves, not to mention sense the moon-eye that watched his every move.

Emperor Varan had a sense of unease from all this.

Suddenly, the cracked ground split apart as numerous corpses crawled out of the earth and endless graves. The wind howled with deathly despair in their place, seemingly voicing their indignance and fury at Emperor Varan for disturbing their eternal rest.

Moments later, the moving corpses' hostilities soared as they themselves at Emperor Varan with reckless abandonment, giving in to their innate violence and cruelty against all that was living.

Shing!

Emperor Varan waved his sword, conjuring numerous sword shadows and afterimages as he hacked away at the overwhelming swarm of moving corpses. Violent winds howled back at the moving corpses, reducing them to mutilated bits and pieces.

Reality or not, Emperor Varan had no intention of drowning in a sea of rotting flesh and decaying bones.

The dignity of an emperor could not be violated by such unholy and foul beings.

However, no matter how many undead Emperor Varan cut down, more would fill their place as they continued to crawl out of the earth and swarm him from all directions. The world's malice concentrated on him as he desecrated the corpses and their graves.

For every corpse he decimated, ten more would crawl out of the earth during the same period. The growth in numbers greatly surpassed the speed of killing.

Emperor Varan was outnumbered and overwhelmed; he wasn't given any quarters to rest.

'Death wishes to consume me, but I refuse to submit without a fight!' Emperor Varan silently roared in defiance, eyes reddened from desperation and unwillingness to accept the situation.

He wondered if his soldiers had also encountered such situations when they got inflicted with curses.

…

In the outside world, Emperor Varan's body remained stationary, engulfed in a cloud of black smoke. From time to time, a thin cut would appear on the skin, turning the flesh darkish purple and blood black with pus.

However, no one could see what was happening within the revolving clouds of black smoke as everything within had been obscured.

"Take this chance to eliminate the imperial soldiers and guards, Laelana. I will not be able to hold down Emperor Varan for long," Galen instructed, his eyes flashing with weariness.

"I understand, Honorable Grandfather. I will have it done immediately," Matriarch Laelana complied before inwardly sighing in her heart.

The family's strongest totems were no match for Emperor Varan, and even her grandfather's inescapable spiritual attack could only give him some trouble.

Emperor Varan's strength was certainly not to be underestimated.

"All members, your family head commands you to kill all these imperial troops who have trespassed into our sacred home!" Matriarch Laelana shortly ordered, eyes glinting with ruthlessness and determination.

"Elders, now is the time to contribute to the family! Its survival depends on it!"

"Yes, Family Head!"

As the Delarosas rallied their members to storm out of the inner courtyard and engage the imperial troops in a fierce conflict, the imperial guards were also making their own arrangements.

"These devilish sinners have ambushed our His Imperial Majesty and trapped him in their sinister black magic, his fate unknown! Who will follow me to save His Imperial Majesty?!"

"Is that even a question!? Everyone on me! We will save His Imperial Majesty, even if we must lay down our lives to do so! Nothing must happen to His Imperial Majesty! The empire's future depends on it!"

"For His Imperial Majesty, charge!"

"Kill!!! Slay all the sinners!!"

Within moments, the imperial army and the Delarosan forces clashed in the outer courtyard.

All of the Delarosas circled the area of black smoke to confront the imperial army, while several groups of imperial guards and soldiers chose to charge through the black smoke to pull their emperor out.

Unfortunately, no matter who barged into the revolving clouds of black smoke, all signs of their movements within would cease to exist. The situation within remained unclear, and no one knew what happened to the men who entered.

However, Matriarch Laelana noticed her grandfather's weary eyes increasingly strained by a growing burden taxing his mind and soul.

"Stop those fools for me! Don't let any more of them interfere with my grandfather's spell! It's over for us if they free the emperor!" Matriarch Laelana urgently roared.

She gave up guarding her grandfather at his side and immediately joined the vanguard to confront the imperial army. The area quickly turned into a mountain of dismembered limbs and scorched corpses.

Wherever Matriarch Laelana directed her murderous intent, screams of fear and chaos quickly followed.

With the number of high-quality totems Matriarch Laelana possessed, she was no different from a Transcendent Witch. She rained hell on the imperial soldiers and guards without fear of exhaustion; her power seemed limitless.

"Arghh—! What the hell is wrong with these spells?! How can she keep using them!? Do their powers not deplete like magic tools?!!" an imperial guard cried unwillingly as his lower half crumbled into charcoal bits.

"Oh, sweet Pangea…"

The commander of the imperial guards trembled at the scene of carnage and prayed for the fallen souls before his expression contorted with endless fury.

"Evil creature, your madness ends here! I will have your head!" the imperial guard commander roared furiously, rapidly closing the distance on Matriarch Laelana with a single powerful step.

A transcendental power should be matched by a transcendental might!