Amidst the chaos of battle, Anon stood like an unyielding force, his voice cutting through the din of the battlefield. “Soldiers, Valheim!” The resounding cry ignited an inferno of determination within No.300 and the formidable Ogre warriors. With a battle cry that shook the heavens, they charged at the relentless zombie horde, unleashing their might with an unparalleled ferocity.

In a realm where a human knight could only hope to slay five to seven zombies at most, the Ogres were a spectacle of devastation, each warrior dispatching 10 to 15 undead foes at once. Their sinewy muscles and formidable weapons carved through the enemies like a hurricane, leaving trails of shattered corpses in their wake.

Yet, Anon was on an entirely different level. The mysterious warrior was a whirlwind of destruction, an enigmatic force that seemed to transcend mere mortals. Each zombie that dared encroach upon his Domain faced instant obliteration, their heads severed cleanly from their bodies with a single deft stroke of his blade.

The sight left onlookers bewildered and awestruck. Queen Derein turned to King Grok, her expression a mix of astonishment and curiosity. “How is he doing that?”

“I-I don’t know,” King Grok stammered, his gaze fixed on Anon’s relentless prowess. “His speed, his strength… it’s overwhelming, and his techniques are beyond comprehension.”

The battlefield was a symphony of chaos and fury, but Anon moved with a grace and precision that seemed to defy the laws of physics. He danced amongst the zombies, leaving a trail of decapitated bodies in his wake. The sheer mastery of his swordplay was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

“We can’t simply stand back and watch,” King Grad remarked, observing Anon with a mix of awe and concern. 𝐨𝘃𝗹.

King Grok hesitated, recalling the warning Anon had issued. “He cautioned us against interfering. His ogre soldiers might mistake us for enemies in the midst of the chaos, and that could be disastrous.”

“True,” King Grad acknowledged, his eyes never leaving Anon’s relentless performance. “But such a display of power… it’s remarkable.”

“He warned us of the consequences,” Queen Derein chimed in. “For now, let us bear witness to his prowess.”

The battle raged on, and as the Ogres’ might pushed the zombie horde back toward the border of the nightmare forest, King Grad prepared to join the fray. The temptation to aid Anon was strong, but he resisted, knowing the potential consequences.

“Frank, should we not help him?” King Grok inquired anxiously.

Frank’s eyes gleamed with confidence and amusement. “No need, your majesty. He won’t fall easily. He’s made of mithril, a force to be reckoned with.”

“Mithril?” Both King Grok and King Grad echoed in disbelief.

“Indeed. Watch,” Frank said, directing their attention back to Anon.

As Anon reached the edge of the nightmare forest, the zombies inexplicably froze in place, their undead march coming to an eerie halt. Even the ogres ceased their assault, awaiting Anon’s command.

“Master,” No.300 spoke with reverence, halting her attack on the zombies.

“Prepare yourselves,” Anon ordered, his voice echoing with authority.

“Yes, sir,” No.300 responded, her grip on her axes tightening.

From the depths of the nightmare forest, hundreds of zombie Chimeras emerged, charging with newfound fury towards the Ogres. But this time, it was different.

“Soldiers, activate your cores!” Anon’s voice thundered across the battlefield.

The ogre soldiers wasted no time, tapping on the blue cores embedded in their armors. A surge of magical energy flowed into their bodies, infusing them with unparalleled power. Their weapons glowed, the enchantments etched upon them awakening with a luminous brilliance.

The ogres erupted into triumphant laughter, invigorated by the surge of power coursing through their veins. Anon’s mastery over the monster cores had unlocked their true potential, rendering them virtually unstoppable.

“Your majesty, this power is overwhelming! I feel like tearing through anything in my path!” One of the ogres bellowed with adrenaline-fueled exuberance.

“Then seize the opportunity, son. Embrace the battle,” Anon said with a knowing smile. And in an instant, he vanished from his position, reappearing amidst a trio of charging chimeras.

Before the bewildered creatures could react, their heads were severed from their bodies, leaving their lifeless forms collapsing in his wake.

“Impossible! His speed is beyond human!” King Grok marveled in disbelief.

“In times like these, you must become a monster or wield one,” Derein said with a subtle grin, acknowledging the unprecedented power of Anon and his ogre soldiers.

Empowered by the magical energy coursing through their bodies, the ogres surged forward, effortlessly dispatching the chimera zombies with newfound ease. The battlefield became a symphony of destruction, and the Ogres reigned as the harbingers of doom, shattering the undead onslaught.

Within the hidden laboratory of the nightmare forest, a man with blonde hair clenched his fist in frustration. “Damn that kid! Why does he keep interfering with my plans?”

Unyielding in his determination, he manipulated a lever on the control panel, seeking a way to hinder Anon’s relentless advance. “I won’t rest until this kingdom lies in ruins. I’ll stop at nothing to achieve my goal.”

As if in response to his declaration, the zombie Chimeras suddenly changed direction, converging on Anon like a tidal wave of death.

“They’re targeting the masked man!” Queen Derein observed, recognizing the shift in the undead’s focus.

“Should we intervene and assist him?” King Grok asked with concern, ready to join the fray.

“No,” Frank asserted, halting King Grad’s advance. “Let us witness this display of power. This guy won’t falter easily.”

A wicked grin etched across Anon’s face as he stared down the horde of charging Chimeras, his sharp teeth glinting in the midst of chaos. To the untrained eye, it might seem like madness, but to those who recognized true power, it was the mark of a fearsome and unstoppable force.

Amidst the chaotic battlefield, Anon’s commanding voice rang out once more, exuding a potent mixture of confidence and determination. “Excellent. Magnificent. Last time, I lacked full control over my mind, but now, I know exactly what I’m doing. Come, you bastards! I’ll show you who I truly am!”

Derein’s brow furrowed as she observed Anon from afar, concern etched on her face. What could have brought about such a radical transformation in him? Yet, she couldn’t deny the power he wielded. In this dire confrontation with the undead hordes, they needed every ally they could muster.

“He’s not moving from his spot. Is something wrong with him, Frank?” Derein asked, seeking her trusted advisor’s insight. Frank, ever composed, watched Anon attentively, waiting to see the full extent of his abilities.

“No, wait. Don’t do anything,” Frank advised, recognizing that Anon was about to unleash something extraordinary.

A message materialized in front of Anon, a testament to the dark powers at play within him.

SCYTHE OF DEATH: FINAL FORM

Anon’s voice reverberated through the battleground once more, his words carrying the weight of impending doom. “Let’s roll, you bastards!” With a swift, graceful motion, the sickles of death in his hands merged once again, forming the awe-inspiring Scythe of Death – darker than the blackest night and as profound as the abyss.

“Ogres, get down!” He commanded, recognizing the immense destructive force about to be unleashed. The ogres, unyielding in their loyalty, immediately obeyed, crouching low to the ground.

“Everyone, down!” No.300 echoed, and the entire band of ogres followed suit, taking cover.

Anon seized the scythe’s handle, his grip resolute. With an effortless yet powerful motion, he executed a 360° spin, like a malevolent whirlwind, aimed squarely at the encircling undead menace.

In the blink of an eye, a tremendous burst of dark energy erupted from the scythe’s blade, a cataclysmic wave of death that swept across the battlefield. The zombies and chimera zombies, surrounding Anon from all sides, were obliterated in an instant, their lifeless forms falling like discarded puppets.

As the spinning came to an end, nothing remained in the vicinity but the grim remnants of the once-ferocious undead horde – an eerie silence replacing the tumult of battle.

“Hahaha… This is exhilarating!” Anon’s voice resonated with amusement beneath his mask, the darkness of the battlefield contrasting with the wicked grin that formed beneath it.

The onlookers, awestruck and shaken by the devastating display, struggled to comprehend the source of this newfound power. “What in the world is wrong with him? Where did he even come from?” King Grok questioned, astonished by the extent of the carnage before them.

“Hahaha, he never disappoints,” Frank chuckled, his respect for Anon’s abilities deepening.

“Frank, remind me again, what’s your relationship with this guy?” Grad inquired, his curiosity piqued.

“Oh, Sir Grad, he’s just a friend of mine,” Frank replied nonchalantly, though even he couldn’t fully fathom the extent of Anon’s prowess.

“Well, you better invite him to the after-party,” Grok said with a laugh, the tension momentarily lifted by the thrill of victory.

However, Derein’s expression remained solemn and resolute, her mind absorbed in a quandary. “No, we must eliminate him,” she declared with a stern expression, causing a ripple of astonishment among the assembled leaders.

Frank, Grok, Grad, and the other knight captains stared at Derein, their faces filled with tension. “Queen Derein, what are you suggesting? Are you proposing that we kill an ally who has aided us in such dire circumstances?” Grad asked, seeking to understand her reasoning.

“Yes, that is precisely what I’m suggesting,” Derein replied, her voice unwavering, eyes scanning the aftermath of destruction around them.

Author: I have been in a car accident, sorry for less chapters guys. I will try to write three chapters tomorrow. Sorry again ??