The Mother Earth potion stimulated the mana and the auxiliary cores of the members of the Corpse so that they would absorb the surrounding world energy much faster than usual.
For the next few minutes, every time one of the fake Awakened had a moment of respite, their vitality and mana would constantly replenish as if they used a breathing technique. In theory, by taking turns to attack and defend, they were nigh-invincible.
In theory.
The members of the Corpse had those two words tattooed on some part of their bodies, as a constant reminder that when reality begged to differ, bad things happened. On top of that, the tattoo also worked as a multi-function potion.
Tyris had found samples of Hatorne’s ink from the rubbles of Kandria and had reverse-engineered her methods. The tattoo had the same properties of a nutrients, of a body enhancing potion, and of a tonic at the same time.
Tyris didn’t interfere directly with the affairs of the Kingdom, but she shared with her subjects all of her knowledge that they could employ.
While the Corpse stepped on the battlefield, the Red Sun couldn’t wait for the battle to end. He was currently performing the worst among the three Hors.e.m.e.n and had the greatest number of casualties.
The worst thing about it was that most of the losses that his army had suffered were due to literal friendly fire. While Dawn’s and Night’s gifts were passive abilities, those that Dusk bestowed upon the undead required finesse and wisdom.
He was renown as the wisest of the Hors.e.m.e.n because his powers couldn’t be just pointed and then shot at something. They were a double-edged sword that had to be carefully handled.
The undead using Origin Flames often forgot that, unlike normal spells, the dragon fire could hurt even their user. A timely shield or spell shoved down their mouth would make the undead burn from the inside, killing them on the spot. freewebnøvel.com
Life Maelstrom was no better since the only difference between its offensive silver lightning bolts and its empowering effects lay in the dose one employed. Most undead had become so high on Maelstrom after its first use that they would unleash it all at once and burst up like overinflated balloons.
’Giving these morons the power of the Leviathan bloodline is out of the question. They would decimate my army before its effects even reach Prode.’ Dusk thought with anger. ’To make matters worse, throwing pearls to swine is weakening me.
’All of my powers require world energy and everything that my steed channels into my soldiers can’t be sent to me! I wish Mom had bestowed unto me a weaker but easier to use power, as she did with my sisters.’
He looked at the horizon, waiting for the sunrise and the huge blow that it would deal to the enemy morale, sealing their victory. With a wave of his hand, the Red Sun conjured a veil of silver energy that floated in mid-air in front of the battalions of undead mages.
They cast their spells through the Life Maelstrom and their power increased tenfold. The barrage of tier five spells turned into lesser versions of tier tower spells, hammering at the arrays until they cracked and so did the city walls.
Dusk’s mastery over Life Maelstrom was so great that he was able to inject it even into the spells of others without making them go awry. Unlike the other Hors.e.m.e.n, he preferred to play a supporting role and counter the enemy strategy rather than match them in raw power.
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