Lust System: Sword Genius in Women's World - Chapter 109

Chapter 109 Tower Of Trials [Part 5]

Xavier’s breath came in ragged bursts, his chest rising and falling heavily.

His sword pulsed in his hands, the dark runes along its length glowing brighter with each strike.

His sword could let out waves of energy that was able to kill the undead without touching them directly in with the sword.

The crimson energy coiled up his arm, burning hot yet not painful—more like a craving, a demand for more blood.

The undead kept coming.

A skeletal warrior charged at him from the side, rusty spear aimed straight for his ribs.

Xavier twisted, sidestepping with ease. His sword lashed out in a wide arc, slicing through the creature’s spine.

Bones shattered everywhere, and the skeleton collapsed into dust even before the blade fully passed through.

“More,” the whisper echoed in his mind, mixing with the pounding of his heartbeat, Xavier had no idea what he was even doing, the only thing on his mind now to go kill.

A few zombies moved forward, their flesh rotten and gray, hanging their jaws and groaning mindlessly.

Xavier didn’t waste a beat. He dove into their midst, swinging his sword in a deadly circle. The blade sliced through the first two with a wet crunch, severing limbs and torsos. The next zombie dove for him, but Xavier ducked low and drove the sword upward through its jaw. Its head burst apart in a spray of blackened gore. Read new chapters at empire

The undeads were all around him as he sliced through their ranks, but he wanted more.

Stronger.

He felt it: every kill, every drop of blood from the ghouls and black blood from the zombies as It surged through him, it was like the sword was feeding Xavier more power.

His body moved quicker now, reacting without thought. His muscles could fight on forever, but his mind. his mind was slipping.

He could hardly hear voices calling from behind him.

“Human! Fall back! You’re too far ahead!”

But he couldn’t stop, not that he didn’t want to but Xavier wanted to keep moving forward, forward till he was at the very edge.

Another wave came, larger this time. Ghouls with sharp claws and sunken, glowing blue eyes crawled over the fallen. Faster. Meaner. But still not enough.

Xavier’s eyes blazed with the same crimson hue as his blade as he charged.

The first ghoul slashed for his throat. He twisted, catching its wrist with his free hand and plunging Bloodreaver into its heart. The sword drank deeply, and the ghoul disintegrated into smoke.

Two more came in.

Xavier roared and spun, his blade tracing a scarred arc of crimson through the air. Both ghouls fell with a single sweeping slash, their bodies reduced to ash.

Louder. Stronger. The hunger grew, he could hear the voice not muttering or mumbling but speaking in his ears.

Then, a skeletal knight, bigger and more armored than the rest, marched towards him. Its greatsword of rust rose high, and then the full force of its strength was brought down.

Xavier blocked the blow with his own blade. Sparks flew as the skeleton continue pressing him down.

The force rattled his bones, but he refused to budge. He snarled and shoved back with unnatural strength.

His sword pulsed, and cracks spread through the enemy’s sword.

With a roar, Xavier shoved it aside and jumped ramming his sword straight through the knight’s helm. The blade pierced clean through the back of its skull. The undead shuddered once, then exploded into fragments.

But the sword wouldn’t let him.

Kept needing.

A sharp pain arced through his arm, the crimson energy writhing now farther up his shoulder. His hand seemed melded to the weapon, as though it would never release him.

The god of death watched from the shadows, his grin spreading as he saw it, he knew it was coming, Xavier alone had killed a little over 200,000 undead all in his own.

“Yes, more… I’m going to enjoy this, would they succeed in killing Xavier or would Xavier succeed in killing all nine of them”

The undead were endless, pouring into the chamber like a tide. More ghouls. More skeletons. Twisted, decaying corpses dragging themselves from the ground.

Xavier welcomed them slicing through them like nothing, a slash alone could kill five undead in a single arc.

A downward slash split a zombie in half as another ghoul leapt but Xavier caught it midair, slamming his sword upward into its chest. The body exploded in a burst of black mist.

His vision blurred. It was all blood. The walls. The floor. His hands.

He could only hear the voice of the sword.

“Kill. More. Feed me”

There was a sudden massive roar that shook the chamber, Xavier was closer to the other side of the wall than he was to the rest of the others.

A towering undead brute stepped through the crowd, its rotting flesh inflated and stitched together. This one was different and it held an axe.

The brute raised a huge rusted axe and swung it for Xavier’s head.

Xavier ducked, the blade barely missing as it bit a deep groove into the stone. He countered with a quick slash across its leg. Black ooze sprayed, but didn’t slow it down.

It backhanded him and for the first time Xavier was hit.

The blow sent Xavier flying back, slamming into the wall with a loud crack. Pain exploded across his ribs, but the hunger drowned it out.

The brute moved in, raising its axe for a killing strike, no more undeads were coming.

Xavier grinned mischievously as he saw the monster coming.

“Not today.”

His sword flared with crimson light as he swung upward. A crescent of red bloodlike energy exploded from the sword, cleaving straight through the brute’s chest.

The monster froze, its body splitting apart, then collapsed into a pile of rotting flesh.@@novelr18@@

Xavier stumbled. His breathing came in tattered gasps. His heart raced, threatening to explode, he was at the very end, alone as the rest of the undead raced towards the other but the voice was still strong and Xavier stood up.