Chapter 838: The Prelude
The moment the room exploded, a huge shockwave was released from the room.
Varian teleported in front of the giant room or where the room once was. Now, it's filled with dust and pieces of metal lying all around.
The shockwave was also just exiting the room, but in a single second, it'd reach every corner of the ghostship. Even though it was only a fraction of the energy responsible for blowing up the walls, it was strong enough to wreak havoc in the ghostship's interior.
To prevent chaos, Varian folded his hand and channeled his powers.
The space around the room solidified and the shockwave that was just exiting the room suddenly slowed down. Then, a hemispherical ice barrier sealed up the whole area and a lightning net was suspended as an additional guarantee.
The shockwave was contained and Varian was about to sigh in relief when lights of myriad colors lit up in the ghost ship.
The ice barrier suddenly cracked apart. The lightning net followed without much of a pause.
Behind the smoke and dust, hundreds of thousands of shining eyes locked their gaze on Varian.
"What the..."
Varian's scalp went numb at the ridiculous sight.
The floor shook as the 'corpses' inside walked out step by step. There were too many of them—enough to fill five stadiums!
The dead humans with missing hearts, fatal injuries in their heads, the humans that died from excess bleeding—no matter what kind of 'death' they experienced, as long as they possessed a relatively intact corpse, they returned.
The ones leading the army of corpses pointed at Varian and roared. The army behind joined in the roar and issued a warcry.
Varian was still watching in shock as the nearly three hundred thousand armies of corpses released their aura.
The Ghostship shook violently and Boo's cry sounded in Varian's mind. "Master! Master! Wake up! They're not alive! They didn't come back to life!"
Varian nodded and glanced at the undead with a solemn expression. He had taken around six hundred thousand dead from the five planetoids. Now, half of them came back for some reason.
"Boo, I'll send you a few for every level. Check what's happening. Be careful." Varian said and checked the army with his mind sense.
There were some twenty level 8s, with five of them being peak level 8s. Around two hundred level 7s.
The rest were level 6 or below—but as a mid awakener, they didn't make much difference as a level 5 or level 4.
All of them shared one characteristic. They lacked 'life'.
Varian couldn't explain the feeling perfectly, but his Plantae powers were telling him that the beings in front of him were missing 'life'.
"If you really came back to life, I'd have been happy," Varian said in a regretful tone and unleashed his powers on the level 8s.
The psychic powers pulled seven level 8 Undead into an illusion. His lightning bolts engaged with twelve and quickly suppressed them. The ice froze six and engaged them in equal combat. The telekinetic force attacked the remaining five.
Then, he pointed his five fingers at the bulk of the army and tapped in the air.
The space rippled as if it was a water surface and the Undead army suddenly went stiff.
Beginning from Varian's fingertips, going through the undead army all the way until the end, space was thinly but sharply cut.
As a result, it seemed like Varian was projecting extremely sharp white strings from his fingertips. And these strings had already penetrated through thousands of Abyssals.
Varian swiped his finger and the long white strings passing through many necks, heads, and chests were suddenly moved.
Necks were severed from the body, chests were sliced into two, and heads were cut open.
Five thousand died in a single attack.
And Varian didn't stop. With every swipe of his hand, thousands more fell.
The level 7 Undead were relatively well safer from his attacks and channeled their powers to attack him.
Since they didn't have good coordination, their attacks arrived in dozens than hundreds. Yet, that itself was enough to rattle countless level 8s.
But Varian simply covered himself in a brownish 'trunk' using his Plantae powers and deflected the attacks with ease.
His lightning bolts and ice powers exchanged some targets without warning and the Undead were taken in by surprise.
Two heads rose into the air and were quickly crushed into pieces by the telekinetic power.
Without delaying, Varian used the freed-up power to take down three more level 8s.
He was able to match even with thirty level 8s, but with five of them gone, Varian suddenly gained a significant edge.
The undead level 8 quickly fell one by one as Varian's powers cooperated with each other.
The army continued to be butchered. Every time Varian's attack killed an Undead, he would ensure it was not an intact body.
In a few minutes, ten level 8s were killed and Varian used the freed-up lightning bullets to shoot the annoying level 7s.
These level 7s exceeded a hundred and would've been a major headache for him a month ago. But under his lightning bullets, these level 7s dropped like hunted birds.
The bulk of the army was destroyed by Varian at this point.
Despite this being perhaps the largest scale of a battle fought, Varian wasn't happy.
He was killing humans, after all. And these were the soldiers nonetheless. Even though he didn't like it personally, Varian did what he must.
"I'm sorry," Varian said and slapped at the remaining army.
A huge golden hand of lightning with a blue circle at its center emerged. It reached the remaining army of twenty thousand in an instant and crushed them to death.
"Not bad." Enigma appeared beside Varian at some point and complimented him on wiping out the Undeads.
"Yeah, thank—no, why didn't you lend me a helping hand? It would've made my life easier." Varian muttered with a smile.
"Any guesses about this battle's implications?" Enigma asked suddenly.
Varian's smile vanished.
He only got the corpses from five planetoids. But corpses...they're littered on planetoids across the solar system.
Varian's face paled and Boo's anxious voice sounded at the same time.
"Master, many planetoids are under Undead attack!"