MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 297: Greater Evil



The greatsword clashed against the pale-skinned swords. It was a fight between strength and speed.

The pale-skinned swords were lighter, thus faster, while the greatsword was greatly heavier, so it mostly focused on the strengthy swings.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!

Adam and one of the Crazed Angels fought back and forth, their weapons smashing into each other, sending yellowish sparks flying across the air.

At that moment, Adam swung his greatsword, but it went over the Crazed Angel head as he quickly ducked. With the pale-skinned sword, he cut across Adam's armor.

His armor-Deceased Paladin Armor-was in tatters with scratches stretching across its chestplate.

Its durability was not looking good.

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After all, his armor had been cut at least over hundred times in this fight already. All of those attacks were by Royal Prince ranked monsters.

While the Deceased Paladin armor was good, it was not going to hold against such powerful enemies for much longer.

However, he didn't want to stop using it, even though it was almost destroyed. There were a few reasons for it.

First, it was the only thing protecting from much greater damage. Also, the armor boosted his strength and resilience, something he desperately needed.

Also, it protected him from dark magic and curses.

While he wasn't sure, he believed that the sickness that was plaguing this land was some kind of dark magic. Thus, he believed this armor was the only reason he wasn't infected with the sickness yet.

However, even with the armor, it was just a matter of time before he got infected!

'I can't stop using it. Hold it in!' Adam gritted his teeth and entered another heated exchange with the Crazed Angel.

At that moment, he felt his head slightly ache, and he used his Kiryoku to see what was happening.

Within his disfigured arms, they were all destroyed, and the group of Crazed Angels walked through. They were approaching Nerezza with crazed grins on their faces.

"You think you can protect anyone with your pitiful strength?"

Adam's eyes widened in surprise, and he turned his gaze to the Crazed Angel, whom he had been fighting for some time now.

The Crazed Angel was still grinning in a crazed manner, but there was some clear intelligence behind his dark, emotionless eyes.

"You all can speak?" Adam asked.

"Of course." The Crazed Angel said with a smirk. "We just rarely waste our breath speaking your inferior language."

"What do you all want?" Adam asked with a low tone.

"Rip. Tear. Destroy. Shatter. End." The Crazed Angel smiled wickedly, revealing rows of sharp teeth.

Adam frowned and brought his greatsword down on his pale-skinned sword.

BOOM!

The ground shattered under them, but they still kept smashing weapons together in a heated exchange.

At that moment, with his Kiryoku, he sensed that Nerezza was in grave danger.

"Damn!" Adam stopped using his wings that kept a certain group of Crazed Angels busy and instead used them to fly towards Nerezza with a blitzering speed.

He appeared in front of the ten-strong Crazed Angel group and spread his wings wide to protect Nerezza behind him.

"You..." One Crazed Angel said.

"Can't..." Another Crazed Angel said.

"Protect..." Another Crazed Angel said.

"Her..." The last Crazed Angel said.

"Oh? Fucking watch." Adam grinded his teeth and took a single step forward.

But at that moment, his eyes rolled back to his skull, and he collapsed to the ground. It happened so suddenly.

The Crazed Angels looked down at him and noticed that he was sleeping.

...

The crimson waves crashed against the shore in a hypnotic rhythm. It seemed like the ocean's surface level had increased by a few inches.

It was the high tide.

By the cliff, a black-haired young man suddenly opened his eyes and looked around in surprise.

"No... not now!" Adam screamed. "You chose the worst moment!"

"Did I?" Alastor walked over to him. "I sensed a familiar presence. You met him, huh?"

"I don't have time to talk. Send me back!" Adam screamed.

"Why? So you can die?" Alastor laughed.

"Huh? What do you think will fucking happen to me now that I am absolutely defenseless?" Adam asked. "Those Crazed Angels will tear me apart!"

"Those Crazed Angels don't harm those who can't fight back." Alastor said. "It's not because they're some honorable folk. They just don't find enjoyment in killing those that don't know how they die."

"They want to torture and rip their opponents apart to make them suffer until their final

breath."

'So, they won't kill Nerezza, but wait for her meditation to be over.' Adam frowned.

"Whatever, send me back, now!"

"You're in the presence of the Disease Warlord."

"Disease Warlord?"

"Yes, Rawkshawn, a former subordinate of mine." Alastor said. "He will kill you."

"You don't know that." Adam climbed to his feet. "I've grown stronger."

"Yes, but in his eyes, you've only become a slightly stronger insect." Alastor said. "You will

die. Thus, that means I will die. That is not happening."

"I am not resurrecting you." Adam said. "I would release greater evil."

"If you resurrect me, I will kill Rawkshawn for you." Alastor said. "You and your little party will be able to return home safe. I am still willing to offer you the previous deal."

"You might fool someone else, but not me." Adam said as he looked at Alastor. "You're liar. Manipulator. But most of all, you don't have a hint of honor in you."

Squeeze!

Suddenly, Alastor grabbed Adam by his throat, his grip tightening with each passing second.

Adam's face turned pale as he couldn't breathe. He struggled to break free, but Alastor's strength was overwhelming.

"I was truly unlucky." Alastor clicked his tongue. "To have someone so ignorant to be my vassal, what a shitty luck. I wish literally anyone else had found me, but it had to be you. A

piece of shit."

Adam kicked and punched Alastor, but he didn't even flinch. It was like his punches and kicks were nothing but wind breezes to him.

"Y'know, I can keep you here forever if I wish so." Alastor said.

Adam gritted his teeth.

"With you here, maybe they will spare you. Thus, sparing me. Why the fuck would I let you return just to die?" Alastor scoffed and lifted Adam from the ground with his inhumane

strength.

"We shall go on a memory trip. You will see why you need me to stop Rawkshawn or the New World will enter the new dark age!"

With a jump, they appeared high in the air, right above the crimson sea.

Alastor stopped squeezing Adam's throat and instead grabbed him by the back of his shirt.

Then, they started falling down, and with feet first, they crashed through the crimson waves

and got submerged.

...

Back on the mysterious island.

Oldman played a powerful symphony of a song with his banjo and kept killing the Crazed Angels around him while the ground around him was in ablaze.

The Crazed Angels started to use fire-based skills, making them way more lethal. It also

didn't seem like they had to worry about running out of mana.

They were creatures of pure mana. It was why the Mana Air was getting sucked into their bodies as if their bodies were vacuums.

While playing his banjo, he saw a strange scene.

A group of Crazed Angels were surrounding Nerezza. Crazed grins on their faces. However, they weren't doing anything, just standing and staring at her.

'Where is Adam?' Oldman wondered and then saw that he was lying on the ground, seemingly

unconscious.

He was also surrounded by another group of Crazed Angels. They were also grinning and just

waiting for something.

"Lionel, we're in trouble!" Oldman shouted.

Lionel and the rest checked the scene out. They were equally confused.

"What the hell?" Akuji screamed. "Adam had one job, but he is now fucking sleep? The hell!"

"Without Nerezza, we'll be as good as dead!" Sepheron said. "We all need her healing!"

"Oldman, go save her!" Lionel shouted.

"Alright..." Oldman jumped past the encirclement of the Crazed Angels, and while in the air,

he played his banjo and blasted all the Crazed Angels away from Nerezza. However, at that moment, one of the Crazed Angels appeared in front of him.

"Go play your songs elsewhere, elder man." The Crazed Angel kicked across Oldman's face

and sent him flying.

'They can speak?' Oldman coughed out blood and crashed through the ground, but he quickly jumped back to his feet and wiped the blood off his lips.

Rawkshawn's shadow stretched across the land, and whenever it landed on top of a flower, the

flowers died instantly.

"Hmm?" Rawkshawn touched his nose and frowned. "I smell a familiar scent. Why is it coming from that weak human?"

He looked over to the sleeping Adam and shook his head.

"Must be my imagination."

...

Adam and Alastor were falling through the air. The ground rushed over to meet them while

the crimson sky stretched around them in a never-ending horizon.

However, before they met their demise in the hands of the earthy ground, they came to a stop

in the air and safely landed in the ground.

"Where are we...?" Adam asked.

"This is the Old World." Alastor looked around the dead wasteland. "An old memory of what

the world used to be. We're just visitors here, but everything that is happening here happened

back then."

"Why did you take me here?" Adam asked with a frown.

"To show you..." Alastor whispered. "The dangers of the Warlords."

"?" Adam frowned, and then Alastor pulled him to his feet. "Sometimes to defeat an evil, a greater evil is needed."