Undying Warlord

Once the last Blood Orc Shamans were killed, Dilan took a deep breath.

He was quite satisfied with himself and the feat they had achieved.

'Oh wait…are the others even done killing the Blood Orc Champions? They should be though…' Dilan suddenly noticed and he soar into the air with the help of some winds. His Mystic Eyes activated, Dilan glanced in the direction of his people, just to see that they had killed everything and everyone.

"It looks like the Blood Orc Shamans had been the most bothersome in the Crimsonwood forest, rather than the Blood Orc Champions. Or maybe the others were just more prepared now? Whatever, we cleared the most troublesome batch for the grand finale!" Dilan muttered to himself while returning back to the ground where he picked up and stored the Blood Orc Shamans' bodies and their Essence Crystals.

He retrieved their Essence Crystals from his storage ring and nodded his head in understanding as he studied the crystals.

'As expected, spatial affinity, pretty strong at that…and all of them had it…'

Dilan intended to plunder everything of value in the Orc settlement but he postponed that plan for a moment.

He moved over to the black citadel, entered it without giving the charming building the slightest bit of attention, and he spread out his mana to store all corpses in his storage ring.

Without wasting his time, he separated the corpses from the Essence crystals, which he investigated one after another.

There was not much for him to investigate because he took only a glance at them but that was more than enough for him to frown deeply.

"Why the hell are all of them in possession of the spatial affinity? It's a rare element?!? Even I cannot just use the spatial element because I want to…my spatial attributed mana doesn't replace an affinity to the element of space…" Dilan groaned in displeasure as he kept cursing in his mind.

In the meantime, the others had finished up cleaning the battlefield as well. They didn't sense any strong powers from the center of the settlement, which was how they came to the same conclusion as Dilan; the 12 Apostles left the settlement for a while, if not permanently.

Dilan moved over to the others and he greeted them with a faint smile. Their furrowed brows and glares were ignored professionally.

"The Claim Mission is not yet over. We will have to kill the Apostles…and they should come back soon, probably?" Dilan guessed without caring about anything else.

"So…why did you charge at the tower, alone at that?" Yvonne asked all of a sudden, pointing her finger at him.

Dilan looked at Yvonne, but he merely shrugged his shoulders.

"If the Apostles were present, Williams and Felicia would have died. I didn't know that the Apostles were not present, so I rushed over and finished the task I was assigned to. Williams and Felicia were sent back because they will die, if they're dead…makes sense, right?"

He was spouting nonsense but that was something Dilan was fully aware of. Only some things were logical.

Dilan could survive everything, and the others would be dead forever the moment they died!

"You…argh…just forget it…" Yvonne tried to calm down but the desire to beat up Dilan was set ablaze in her heart. She was sure that she never felt the desire to beat up someone as much as it was the case with Dilan.

However, the reason for that desire was that she cared about him and that she worried about his well-being.

Being in possession of a powerful Origin ability didn't mean that they were invincible. There were always certain situations in which even Dilan wouldn't be able to escape, and Yvonne was worried that Dilan was challenging fate…much more than necessary.

Dilan had good intentions but he was way too dense to realize that others cared about him a lot. He thought that it was not necessary for anyone to be worried about him because he would survive everything, one way or another.

But that made the situation even more frustrating for everyone, who cared about him. Even Williams and Sven started to feel as if Dilan put too much pressure on himself.

It was quite obvious that Dilan wanted to make up for the time he hadn't been there for everyone, but everyone knew that Dilan's time hadn't been easy in the City of Trials. In fact, most understood that Dilan had it the worst even if it may seem like the opposite from time to time.

"How about we clear the–..." Dilan was just about to make a proposal when he realized something.

Time seemed to slow down, blood filled his eyes and he lost control of his body. The world around him spin and the last thingg he heard before everything went dark in front of his eyes were the screams of his friends.

"Dilan!!"

"Oh my god!!

"Noooo!!"

"Uncle!!"

Everyone screamed at the top of their lungs when the head of their leader, their friend, and their family member, was removed from his shoulders.

Dilan's head flung through the air from the aftermath of the white bullet that had pierced through his neck at once.

'Fuck, they got me…'

His True Undying Essence hadn't been activated, which decreases the speed of his regeneration drastically. It took him a second to exert the Astral Projection as well and to activate the True Undying Essence externally.

Two to three seconds passed before Dilan's lower body began to move, and it moved slowly. Taking several steps toward the area where his had landed, his body squatted down picked up his hand, and put it on his neck.

His neck had already healed and his head reattached to the spine within seconds.

"These fucking bastard…" Dilan growled, angry that his talk with his friends had been interrupted so suddenly.

He hadn't even been able to test his current mastery of the Astral Projection since he returned to Milarn, but now he had been forced to use it.

His body had been moving way too slowly and Dilan realized that there were many other problems he had to figure out a solution. This included how to deal with surprise attacks such as the one from one of the twelve Apostles.

However, all of that turned into an insignificant thought when he saw what unveiled itself in front of him.

"You guys really want to die in the worst possible way…"