Undying Warlord

"You are the leader of this group made up of horrifying people?!" The middle-aged man asked in shock while trying to control his body.

However, that was hardly possible because he was shaking like a willow leaf in a storm. Dilan's killing intent was simply too overwhelming and it was already a great achievement for him to be able to talk properly.

"How often do I have to–....Nevermind, forget it, you won't believe me and I don't really need you to believe me," Dilan wanted to defend himself but he disregarded this thought after a few seconds as he added, "Just don't trouble me when I fix the mess some idiots caused!"

At first, Dilan wanted to be nice to the opposite party because they were led by anger and the opinion that the entire Undying Group was evil. But it was quite obvious that there was no way and no need to try convincing the group of more than ten thousand Ascenders that his words were sincere.

If they wanted to attack Shiron, they could do so…but only after Dilan had cleaned up his group and gotten rid of the pests.

Dilan gestured to all the Ascenders in front of him to stay back and hold their damn horses. If they wouldn't do so, he might as well take care of all troublemakers with love, care, and Xealtron's metal-cutting sharp blade.

'That should work…maybe,' Dilan thought as he turned around while retracting his killing intent. A moment later, he shot toward Shiron, the small city where the branch of his Undying Group was located.

While Dilan left, many continued to look at the position he had been standing in the whole time.

"Should we still continue with our plan now that someone like this dude has appeared?" A young woman asked, holding a large blazing orb in her hand.

The Leader of the ten thousand Ascenders had been shocked about Dilan's arrival but his stiff expression began to soften as he turned in the woman's direction.

"Why should we stop all of a sudden? There are murderers and rapists in this group! We have to deliver justice to all those who suffered because of injustice before and after the Primordial Ascension. We shall destroy their mortal bodies, deprive them of their soul and seal it until the end of time!" The leader cried, his eyes glowing crazily as he pointed at the blazing orb.

"The mana of ten thousand Ascenders should be enough to activate both Mantras with this…thing we got from them, right?" He asked, and the woman nodded her head not without feeling even the slightest bit odd.

"In that case, let's begin it!" The leader ordered her while his eyes had turned bloodshot.

Since his wife and daughter had been violated, their leader was not the same sane person as before, but that was only obvious. Their entire family had been torn apart because someone had dared to do something as heinous as raping all the women they could lay their vile hands on.

Yet, as if that was not enough, the leader's craziness brought them into contact with them…a different race. Since they had encountered them things had changed for the worse even though they had gotten their hands on various wonderful treasures.

Letting out an audible sigh, the young woman activated the blazing orb. A warm and calming sensation spread through the surrounding area that began to turn reddish wherever the warm and calming sensation passed by.

Within seconds, the surrounding area all around the ten thousand Ascenders had turned red and it stopped expanding. A system notification appeared in front of everyone and all the Ascenders accepted what was going to happen as strands of mana were pulled out of their body.

Everyone's mana was drained from their body forcefully and it was pulled toward the blazing orb that stored every last bit of it.

The process was long and taxing to the body of the Ascenders, whose mana was drained until they were completely deprived of every bit, but the result was devastating as various mantras manifested in front of the young woman, who looked over to her leader with uncertainty in her eyes.

'Do I really have to do that?' She wondered, questioning if she was doing the right thing. However, upon seeing the expression on her leader's face, she realized yet again that not doing it wouldn't change a thing.

In fact, she was certain that the leader would kill her before activating the mantras by himself.

Thus, she grit her teeth and started to chant one of the many lengthy mantras that had manifested in front of her…a Tier-4 Mantra!

While the woman had begun to chant, Dilan had long since reached the factory they had turned into the first real base of the Undying Group.

Many things had changed by now but the fundamental foundations were still the same as before.

"Close to 2000 people? That's a bit more from what the last report says," Dilan mumbled to himself as he scanned through everyone and everything.

There were many new faces, whom Dilan had never seen before but that was not surprising. Most Survivors and Ascenders, who Dilan had been in contact with were now in the Sanctum of the Old Vampire Lord.

Even Jarek, the gloomy-looking, skinny tamer went over to the Sanctum to tame and raise the long-legged lizards without the need to fear anything.

Ever since Dilan had visited Jarek, he had been eyed with jealousy and as if he had been rewarded with something of unfathomable value. That couldn't be further from the truth but it was not as if anyone believed Jarek. Thus, he moved to the Sanctum of the Old Vampire Lord, where he had been treated much better ever since.

Dilan hardly remembered the names of most ordinary Survivors in his group, especially the slackers and idiots. Now that he thought about it, the Undying Group in Shiron was truly filled with dickheads and idiots.

Nonetheless, killing them all just like that was not morally right, especially since they were all human. They should work together rather than attempt to slaughter their own brethren until not a single being of their race was left behind, a total annihilation!

Dilan was eyed a bit weirdly because one of his hands was placed on the handle of the Cursed Dagger and due to the intimidating pressure, the Hyel Destructo Armor Set radiated.

He received lots of attention from the people inside the base, which intensified further when people began to notice that they had no idea who he was.

Their eyes widened and the first Survivors started to run to report the arrival of a powerful but unknown human in their group.

Dilan's eyes followed the Survivors, who started to run and he made short strides using bits of his strength to follow the Survivor easily.

Thus, it didn't even take him a minute before he finally reached the office where all the important figures were gathered.

"Are you stupid? Do you want to abandon the Undying group after causing all this mess? If you weren't braindead enough to think that raping women all around Shiron would be perfectly fine, we wouldn't face the attack of more than ten thousand Ascenders right now, Jival!!" A loud voice thundered through the room before a fist smashed on the long wooden table that was located right in front of that man.

The table broke but the bulky man, who had shouted at the skinny Ascenders stopped moving all of a sudden as a thread shot out of Jival's arm.

The thread coiled around the bulky man's neck and squeezed him tightly, choking his neck and preventing him from breathing properly.

"Shut up, or you'll die even before the enemies attack!"