Infinite wealth In A New World-Chapter 437: Bone Reaper
[District A — The Burning Zone]
The epicenter of the blast was a crater of smoldering concrete and twisted metal.
While at the center of the explosion, debris and corpses were scattered all over the place. These weren't civilians; they were the charred remains of the Ghost Organization's elite vanguards, obliterated in an instant by the hidden mana mines.
Standing some meters from the ground, hovering on disks of condensed mana, were Madurai, Angelina, and Denton. They were the only survivors of the ambush.
"This is bad..." Madurai gritted his teeth in rage. The vein on his temple throbbed. The bodies on the floor were their remaining members—their shield, their army. Now, they were just meat.
"These bastards placed a trap here! How do they know we will follow this path?" Angelina asked in confusion, her voice rising an octave. She scanned the smoke-filled perimeter, her nerves fraying.
"Do you think we from the Summoners forces are weak?"
A deep voice cut through the smoke.
A man with a jagged scar running down his right shoulder emerged from the haze. He stood on the head of a massive Black Hawk, its feathers gleaming like obsidian. He was dressed for war in black tactical pants and a sleeveless jacket that showed off his battle-hardened physique.
"I know you." Denton held his head, trying to remember the man before him through the haze of concussion. Then, he snapped his fingers.
"That is right, you are Hawk. The right-hand man under Patrick... My goodness, you're as rough as your senior." He said, recognizing the aura of a killer.
Hawk narrowed his eyes at them. Below him, on the rooftops and in the air, were Summoners of different ranks and strengths. Each one of them had already called forth their strongest summons—elemental golems, spectral beasts, and armored knights—all waiting for his order.
'Night Ghost isn't here, he should have returned to the city by now...' Hawk thought, his eyes darting around for the masked leader.
"What should we do now?" Angelina asked, turning to Madurai, her confidence shaken.
"What can we do? Of course, fight."
Madurai's expression shifted from rage to a cold, psychotic calm. He opened his palms, and a single card materialized. It wasn't gold or silver; it was a pulsating, blood-red card.
"Mythical cards are super rare to acquire. But as a Ghost member who ranked top four, I am qualified to have one!!" He yelled, his voice booming across the district.
He threw the card forward.
"Now!!" He slammed his palms together.
BOOOOM!!
The air pressure dropped instantly. The card exploded into a cloud of dense, necrotic smoke. As it slowly faded, a nightmare took shape.
It revealed a Skeleton Knight standing over thirty meters tall. It had six skeletal arms, and each of the hands was armed with a different weapon—a scythe, a sword, a spear, a mace, an axe, and a hooked chain. Green soul-fire burned in its empty eye sockets.
Madurai smirked, and separated his palms. He floated up and landed on the skull of the skeleton, looking down at the ants below.
"What sort of summon is that?" Hawk asked in shock, staring at the titan. It was so big you could see it from the City Wall miles away.
"What do you think?" Madurai looked down from his throne of bone.
"This here is my trump card... The Bone Reaper Summon."
Hawk swallowed hard, but he didn't falter. "Do you think that scares us?!! Even if it's bigger than all our summons, we won't back down!!" Hawk yelled.
He waved his hand, summoning two more Black Hawks, which were huge in their own right but looked like toys—one-third of the skeleton's size—next to the Reaper.
"Fools..." Madurai chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. "Yes, Executioner killed more people than me... But have you ever asked yourselves who is the Reaper of the Ghosts?"
".....?!!"
The question hung in the air, heavy with implication.
"You mean?! You're the Reaper?!" Hawk and the Summoners were speechless.
The realization hit them like a physical blow. It was true Executioner had killed and destroyed more cities, but there would always be a survivor—at least hundreds who fled to tell the tale. But the Reaper... rumors said he hadn't attacked as many cities, but the ones he did attack were erased. Not even an ant was spared.
'Was this the Summon he used?' Hawk gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Don't be so disheartened? You all should be happy you will die at my hands..." Madurai closed his red eyes, inhaling the fear in the air, and reopened them.
"Animation Chaos." He commanded.
GRAAAAAAAAA!!!
The Skeleton Knight threw its head backward and roared—not a sound of vocal cords, but the sound of a thousand graves opening. It opened its massive jaw, and from it, a beam of corrupt light shot towards the sky. It smashed high into the clouds, just below the barrier, swirling and expanding until it formed a massive red gateway in the sky.
"Why don't we welcome all the people I have killed," Madurai yelled, opening his arms wide as if to embrace the apocalypse.
"All the people you have killed?!" Hawk was dumbfounded. 'Did he store their corpses?'
SCREECH!!
A terrifying sound burst out from the gateway, spreading all over the city like sound waves that shattered glass. Instantly, the sun dimmed as dark clouds rolled out from the portal, blocking the light completely.
Then, it began to rain.
From the gateway, dark figures with tattered wings shot out, screeching for blood. But the bulk of the army simply fell—thousands of bodies dropping from the sky like rag dolls.
"Watch out!! Create distance!!" Hawk yelled, retreating backward with his three summons as the bodies plummeted toward them.
WHOOSH!!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The bodies fell with so much force they cracked the pavement. But even when they smashed on the ground from terminal velocity, they didn't shatter or turn into blood paste.
They simply stood back up.
"Wait, are those zombies?!" A lady asked in confusion, sitting on a white tiger, her face pale.
"It seems so," a guy beside her answered, gripping his staff.
"He used Animation Chaos."
".....?!"
The two Summoners turned around, startled by the voice. They saw Patrick and Ethan landing gracefully on the roof they were standing on.
"Leaders!" They exclaimed in relief, bowing their heads while the two brothers nodded in acknowledgment.
"Back to what I was saying. This skill turns all those he killed into undead, which mindlessly serve him... And calculating the cities and people he killed, we have more than a hundred thousand of these things to deal with," Ethan explained, his eyes scanning the battlefield with terrifying precision.
"A hundred thousand?" The guy was shocked, looking at the horde filling the streets.
"But, can we? They fell from a height of 50 meters, but didn't even lose a single bone. And each of them has the strength of an A-Rank Summoner," the lady pointed out, despair creeping into her voice.
"Don't be..."
Patrick stepped forward, his cape billowing in the wind created by the falling bodies.
"When they're falling, these things are shielded with an invisible barrier, and once they touched the ground, that barrier shattered and disappeared, making them vulnerable."
He drew his sword, pointing it at the colossal Bone Reaper.
"Come on, today, we will get rid of the Ghosts!!" Patrick yelled.
