Morofin's headless body twitched.
Hot blood poured out of the stump endlessly, dyeing the ground in crimson. Meanwhile, the two undead knights guarding him had already gone lifeless.
In that moment, the cultists realized that the Dark King had used an illusion spell to mask his presence and arrive beside them, without any of them knowing.
Since the beginning of the battle, he had displayed one spell after another from various Schools of Magic.
He had cast said spells with such expertise that the cultists couldn't help but wonder…
What was even the point of preventing the Dark King from summoning the serpents?
There was no difference whatsoever. He was slaughtering them with ease regardless. Orion, Murphy, and now Morofin were butchered, along with their undead knights.
What stunned them even more was the level of physical strength the Dark King had showcased.
