Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1890: Can He Do It?

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Veredorr thought of his daughter, born just a few months ago like Maria’s children.

She was a wonderful, adorable, and very large ice giant baby—also half ice spirit.

She had long white hair like her mother and red eyes like her father.

Her name was Yuki.

Like the rest of Maria’s children, that little girl now waited anxiously for her parents’ return.

Perhaps feeling a little sad without them, crying softly for them to come back.

For their sake, both parents strengthened their fusion even further.

And so did their Dream Hearts.

Tear’s Dream Weapon, the Frozen Axe Pair, and Veredorr’s Dream Heart Weapon, the Spear of Winter, merged into their combined body.

Unleashing what was called Dream Fusion!

Tear suddenly grew to the size of a small ice titan, towering over fifteen meters tall.

Her regeneration surged dramatically.

Her spirit and divine power soared endlessly into the skies.

And her Martial Soul manifested.

A Titan Queen of Frost, forged entirely from diamond-hard ice, gripping a gigantic hammer.

At the same moment, that very hammer appeared in Tear’s hand.

Long icy horns sprouted from her head, identical to those of the Jotun, the ancient Ice Titans.

Through this ultimate fusion, Tear forcefully awakened and pushed her diluted ancient Ice Titan Bloodline to its absolute extreme!

"Good...! GOOD! COME!!!"

Hercules could barely contain himself, roaring like a madman as he watched Darkbound and Tear unleash their Ultimate Forms far sooner than planned.

They had truly intended to save these trump cards for the battle against the Gods!

No one could have anticipated that these Vampires would be such terrifying monsters.

As he saw the Spiritual Water condense at a single point while the Spiritual Formation continued, and watched Jonathan constantly analyzing everything with his golden eyes...

The two warriors stepped forward to buy as much time as possible!

RUMBLE!

The ground quaked beneath them as they leaped skyward.

Darkbound, carrying the souls of countless beings, became a living embodiment of the underworld.

The space around him warped and twisted with the anguished cries of ghosts; his soul blade now embodied them all combined.

Immensely powerful, it unleashed a heaven-defying wail—a scream of pure pain forged into a sword.

At the same time, Tear and Veredorr’s combined strength and unbreakable bond made them overwhelmingly formidable.

Veredorr’s Spirit Circuits spread throughout his wife’s body, rendering her nearly indestructible.

Together, using the power of Dream, they forcibly awakened Tear’s Divine Ice Titan Bloodline to its fullest potential.

A colossal frost hammer swung from the left.

A sword forged of ghosts struck from the right.

How would Hercules—a genius among geniuses in martial arts—respond to their heaven-shaking power?

With his fists, of course!

"Thank you. I was waiting to finally use more than a tenth of my power."

He sincerely thanked them, bowing so swiftly that the gesture was almost invisible.

Except to a pair of golden eyes watching him without so much as a blink.

"I’ll be waiting for you too... but for now, let’s enjoy this! Thank you for the meal, eheh! Hahahah!"

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

Countless explosions erupted!

Indeed, the clash between these three mighty warriors was so colossal and terrifying that the collision of their energies alone generated endless detonations.

"{Heavenly Blood Demon Style}: {Third Form – Twin Dragon Fang}"

"{Heavenly Blood Demon Style}: {Second Form – Collapsing Dual Fist}"

"{Heavenly Blood Demon Style}: {First Form – Absolute Oppression}"

Three forms unleashed in rapid succession shocked Darkbound and Tear as Hercules—seemingly possessed by a demon—roared while laughing maniacally.

His fists blazed into dragon fangs, tearing through their techniques.

Then they released accumulated yin and yang energy, detonating explosions that nullified their auras.

Finally, a relentless barrage of fists crushed their stances and hurled them downward!

He had used his three forms in reverse order, demonstrating his genius-level adaptability to any rhythm.

"That damned technique! How are you so damn strong?!" Tear roared in fury, unable to hold back as she unleashed her own techniques—smashing Hercules with her hammer, firing dozens of frost spears in every direction, and channeling divine and spirit energy into explosive blows that grew stronger with each consecutive strike.

"Curious?" Hercules asked, laughing even as he intercepted her attacks and effortlessly canceled most of them. "It’s all about flow! Don’t you understand? Well, for people like you who’ve never trained longer than ten years in your entire lives, you would never grasp the true nature of ’Flow’!"

"Flow?!" Darkbound demanded, his sword striking from every angle, desperately trying to pierce through with slashes capable of splitting space itself.

And yet Jonathan could see it clearly.

Indeed.

"Flow"!

Every one of Hercules’s movements flowed in the same harmonious direction.

They moved with majestic grace, without strain or wasted effort.

"His entire body... is an embodiment of Martial Arts..."

Jonathan finally began to unravel the truth behind Hercules’s seemingly invincible martial prowess and the profound power within it.

Every movement, every technique, every subtle shift of muscle and breath!

It was all beautifully interconnected, like an endless, unbroken flow of water.

Martial arts were not merely a method of combat for him—they were his entire way of life.

"For thousands of years I fought countless opponents just to survive while enduring hellish training under my father. Every day I shattered my bones and muscles, then regenerated them a thousand times over and over again—for thousands of years! I used to be a very skinny boy with no talent for anything!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Hercules moved like lightning, striking Darkbound with flowing techniques. His forms blended into dozens of variations, instantly adapting to every assault that followed.

Even Tear’s sneak attack from behind.

"Hah!"

CRASH!

Right after punching Darkbound, he lifted his left leg, catching Tear’s hammer between his toes. Then, spinning midair, he forced both Darkbound and Tear to collide violently as they tried to counter his counter.

BOOOM!

Their auras shattered and exploded outward. Both warriors were hurled back while Hercules stood untouched, barely scratched.

"I see."

Jonathan smiled as he continued observing.

Every second was priceless.

He was absorbing everything.

In that instant, Jonathan fused more deeply with his blade.

"Instead of chasing new techniques, I must weave them into my swordsmanship... become my own sword, my own sharp edge, my own light."

He clenched his fists.

"But even then... can I truly overcome thousands of years of training and experience?"

The answer came without hesitation.

"No. Never."

Just as he had always lost against Lucifer and the Heavenly Demon...

It was because he lacked the sheer depth of experience these ancient warriors possessed.

Yet Jonathan had a peculiar "talent."

He was a sponge.

Since childhood, this gift had let him learn the sword at astonishing speed—not by intuitively mastering it himself, but by perfectly copying his master’s every movement.

And now...

Jonathan blended every technique, every attack, every motion he had witnessed from all these formidable opponents.

He compressed them together.

Then layered them further with the movements and forms Hercules had just displayed.

"Hurry...!"

Blood began trickling from his nose.

"There’s no time!"

He vomited blood but kept his fists clenched.

The energies within his meridians surged wildly, concentrating inside his Dream Heart.

He had to succeed now—or never!

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