Multiversal Livestreaming System : I Can Copy My Viewers Skills-Chapter 58: Stronghold Capture
The moment he saw the Death Knight weakening, he activated [Surreal Creation]!
His form split into multiple copies, each one indistinguishable from the real him.
Dozens of Adams emerged around the battlefield, surrounding the Death Knight from every angle.
Their eyes glowed faintly, mirroring the intent of their creator.
Then, in perfect unison, they attacked.
A rain of blood blades and slashes came from all sides.
The Death Knight, still reeling from the Sacred Veil Potion's effect, struggled to respond.
Its greatsword swung in wide arcs, shattering illusion...
But there were too many!
Every time it cut through one, another launched an attack from a blind spot.
And just when it seemed to recover, Adam threw out all the Sacred Veil Potions at once.
Shatter!
Glass exploded in a chain of bursts, and waves of divine energy engulfed the Death Knight entirely.
It roared in pain.
Its armor cracked.
Its shaking increased violently.
The once-imposing knight staggered, its knees trembling as it tried to stabilize itself.
But the divine energy was eating away at its very core... the necrotic energy keeping it alive was being purged!
It fell to one knee.
The opportunity had arrived.
Adam tightened his grip on [Divine Edge], feeling the sword respond to him.
He poured every ounce of mana he had left into it, and the weapon glowed with a radiant, golden light.
Even though he lacked the aptitude for holy energy, the divine nature of the sword reacted to the weakened state of the Death Knight.
For the first time, Adam felt the weapon's true power awaken.
His feet dug into the ground.
He launched forward.
The Death Knight, struggling to rise, raised its head just in time to see Adam's blade descend.
The golden edge carved through its decaying flesh and shattered the dark metal of its armor.
Holy energy surged through the blade, disintegrating the necrotic core within the Death Knight's body.
A final, load groan left its mouth.
Then, the light within its helm faded.
The Death Knight has been slain.
[Death Knight has been slain.]
[Faction Points are increasing...]
[+8,200 EXP]
[+5 Soul Core]
[+1,200 Gold]
[Level 37 → Level 38]
[Magic Damage has increased by 1%]
[D-tier item has been found!]
[Death Tattoo] : A cursed marking that faintly glows to activate the user's senses when they are near death. (Automatically appears as a tattoo in the user's hand)
[Undead Stronghold 7: 74% Conquered!]
[Undead Stronghold 12: 93% Conquered!]
[Undead Faction has retreated from Undead Stronghold 12]
[Undead Stronghold 12 has been conquered]
Seeing that the 12th stronghold of the undead had been conquered, it meant that Kristoff and the others had chanced victory!
It wasn't surprising...
The orcs had been outnumbered, but their sheer individual strength was leagues beyond that of an average undead soldier.
They had also focused all their Stream Hunters on this one attack, ensuring an overwhelming push toward victory.
Adam clenched his fists, his blood-soaked knuckles aching from the intensity of battle.
'Good... now it's my turn to wrap things up here.'
His mind briefly flickered to Leila.
'She should've escaped by now...'
He had given her a safe route... one that avoided the undead faction's usual patrols and potential ambush sites.
And with her ability to be warned of danger in advance from Fate, she would already be far away from the battlefield.
Now, it was time for him to finish the fight.
Adam turned away from the corpse of the Death Knight, stepping out of the stronghold's ruined structure and into the open battlefield.
...
[Undead Stronghold 7: 74% Conquered!]
[Undead Stronghold 12: 93% Conquered!]
"Fuck, how did none of us manage to capture even one of the escaping prisoners?!"
A stream hunter from the undead faction spat out the words in frustration, his voice sharp with disbelief.
The battle had already turned against them, but to let the prisoners slip through their fingers so easily... it was infuriating!
Moments ago, they had rushed toward the seventh Undead Stronghold after seeing the system notification.
From a distance, they caught sight of a group of orc prisoners fleeing with a woman in their midst.
The woman, wrapped in tattered robes, clutched an ornate staff that gleamed even in the dim battlefield light.
At first, they weren't concerned nor did they feel rushed to capture them...
The path ahead was riddled with traps after all.
Carefully placed in anticipation of such an escape.
Spiked snares, cursed glyphs, and hidden pitfalls had been set days prior.
They only needed to circle around the escaping enemies to ensure not a single one escaped.
But something went wrong...
Not a single trap had been triggered!
The prisoners moved as if the path was clear, as if they knew every danger beforehand.
And by the time the undead faction realized something was amiss, it was already too late.
When they finally gave chase, expecting to cut them off, all they found were corpses... undead warriors, slain and silenced.
The woman and the prisoners were gone.
Realizing the chase was useless, the undead captain, a broad-shouldered man clad in worn, blackened armor, barked out an order.
"Enough. We'll deal with them later. For now, we regroup. Team 4 reported that enemies are still inside the stronghold. We surround the place and finish this properly."
His subordinates nodded, quickly mobilizing to encircle the stronghold.
The captain turned toward one of the Stream Hunters in his team.
"Contact Team 4. Ask if they've located the intruder—"
His voice cut off as a man suddenly stumbled into view, breathless and pale with terror.
It was the caster that had fled from Adam earlier.
His robes were torn, his face twisted in sheer panic.
"C-Captain!"
The man's voice cracked as he gasped for air.
"I think...no! I'm certain! There's a high-tier ability user inside the stronghold!"
The captain narrowed his eyes.
"A high-tier? You mean the Atrocious One or the King of Shadows? That's impossible. They were last spotted on the other side of the floor yesterday."
"It's neither!"
The caster shook his head frantically.
"I... I don't know who he is, but the necromancer inside is dead! And the Death Knight... he's fighting it right now!"
A heavy silence fell over them.
The captain's expression darkened.
'A high-tier ability user…'
His gaze flickered to the warriors around him.
The strongest among them was only D-tier.
If the necromancer had been defeated so easily, then this unknown enemy had to be at least B-tier or higher...
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'No wonder the orc faction was so confident in attacking two strongholds at once.'
They had a high-tier ability user backing them!
The captain gritted his teeth.
He couldn't afford to be careless.
"We need to—"
As he uttered his words, he was cut off once again by what he saw.
A monstrous shadow stretched tall from a distance far away from them!
Something was writhing above the stronghold, coiling around the walls like a living nightmare!
The first thing he noticed was the limbs... long, odd, and dripping with something viscous.
The dark appendages slithered across the fortress walls, moving like thick, pulsing veins.
They weren't solid, nor were they mist.
They shifted between shapes, flickering between reality and something else entirely.
A low and vibrating sound rumbled from the creature's mouth.
A moment later, they saw it.
A shape emerged from the stronghold's ruined entrance, cloaked in absolute darkness.
It wasn't a man... nor was it something they considered to be an average monster!
It was an odd twisted, twisting and folding in ways that defied sense.
And then, the limbs moved.
The odd shadow lashed out, seizing the "Death Knight" in an instant.
The once-mighty undead warrior, standing nearly three meters tall, clad in rotting plate armor—didn't even have time to react!
The dark tendrils wrapped around it, crushing metal and bone alike.
The Death Knight struggled, its sword thrashing wildly, but the shadow swallowed it whole.
No screams. No sound.
Only silence.
Then, the shadow expanded.
The captain stumbled back, a cold sweat dripping down his spine.
'What... what is that thing?!'
His legs locked in place.
Every instinct screamed at him to run, but the overwhelming presence of the eldritch being had him frozen in terror.
The caster beside him was already shaking uncontrollably.
His fingers twitched as he pointed toward the stronghold.
'I-is that him? The ability user?'
The captain's mind raced. If this thing was their enemy, they were already as good as dead...!
Then, the shadow turned.
It didn't have eyes. It didn't have a face.
But it was looking at them.
An overwhelming pressure crushed down on them, thick as a storm.
It was suffocating and it felt maddening...
Then—
"R-Retreat!"
