Undead King VS Lord Of Water

Demonic Army Commander Regal stood directly opposed to a colossal dragon clad in cerulean plate armor.

“ —Strong.“

As expected, it flawlessly lived up to its reputation as the ultimate weapon engineered by the Heavenly Army. This was the Divine Gear that had systematically liquidated an infinite number of demon-kin back during the mythical era.

One of those three alpha models—the Lord of Water.

“A comprehensively worthy opponent.”

Regal adjusted his grip on a bizarrely configured blade that resembled a loose framework of interlocked bones.

“I am launching my advance.”

Venting a torrent of purple miasma from his entire frame, he utilized the kinetic energy as a propulsion drive, launching an ultra-high-velocity sprint straight toward the target.

“A mere wretched undead daring to challenge me,” the Water King rumbled, snapping its jaws wide open to discharge a high-volume dragon breath.

Regal flatly omitted an evasion matrix against the incoming, brilliant blue mana cannon. Far from backing away, his parameters underwent another wave of intense acceleration as he plunged straight into the payload.

The moment the cataclysmic direct hit connected, the skeletal swordsman was ruthlessly shattered into a scattering of broken fragments.

“Such brittle durability—no, wait. This calculation is anomalous,” the Water King murmured, its vocal arrays registering a trace of suspicion.

“Shattering my structural integrity was an entirely intentional protocol,” Regal’s voice quietly echoed through the area.

Disassembling every single bone comprising his skeletal frame, his body transformed into an endless swarm of distinct components that completely enveloped the Water King from all quadrants.

“Succumb to decay.”

A blinding white radiance erupted simultaneously from Regal’s bone swarm.

— Active Ability: .

The core biological trait hard-coded into the undead archetype: the capability to run a sweeping absorption cycle on ambient power. It was an absolute drain matrix designed to siphon away kinetic stamina, life force, and raw mana indices simultaneously. Given that the Divine Gears were fundamentally driven by internal mana engines, draining their fuel reserves down to absolute zero would guaranteed freeze their operational loops entirely.

At that exact microsecond—

“Active Deployment: Barrier Force!”

The blue dragon’s colossal chassis was instantaneously insulated behind a dazzling wall of shimmering crystal. The glowing payloads of Regal’s Energy Drain collided against the shield threshold and were flawlessly deflected away, dissolving into harmless mist.

“Hmph. Did your basic brain calculate that you could simply vacuum my mana supply to induce absolute motor failure? Your strategic blueprint suffers from a fatal error; my lines will not buckle under a scheme of that caliber.”

“If that is our baseline boundary, I shall simply resort to crushing your frame via a head-on bisection maneuver.”

Reassembling his bone components in a single frame, Regal restored his visual layout back to the skeletal swordsman archetype. He channeled his internal mana pool to launch an immediate restoration loop, flawlessly regenerating his shattered armor plate back to maximum parameters.

“Regal, execute an immediate backward shift!”

Stella’s high-volume voice cut through the air from behind his shoulder.

Pivoting his neck to track the source, he verified that she had successfully mobilized a massive platoon numbering several hundred demon units. She had undoubtedly executed a rapid recruitment sweep across the citadel, gathering every single functioning defense garrison and soldier left within the sector.

“Calculating the shield’s decay cycle… output drop imminent in three seconds… two… one… FIRE!”

Answering her definitive command, the demon cohort loosed a massive, synchronized barrage of mana projectiles. Several hundred light trajectories zipped across the airspace, systematically converging straight onto the Water King’s coordinates.

“Mgh…!…”

The thunderous explosion detonated with exceptional brilliance, forcing the massive cerulean dragon to drag its rear talons back a few steps.

“Inconceivable… has her tracking array successfully mapped the output waves and oscillation cycles of my Barrier Force?! To execute a coordinated strike at that exact chronological window… with such flawless precision…?!”

“Next vector! Readjust firing arcs to forward-right, thirty degrees!” Stella shrieked again.

It appeared that by utilizing the Clairvoyance trait anchored to her forehead, she was running predictive diagnostics to track the enemy’s fluctuating mana spikes and upcoming movement vectors, allowing her to broadcast the absolute optimal fire-support directives to the troops. Another massive payload of mana shells slammed into the coordinates, unleashing a blinding chain of explosions.

“Hmm… truly magnificent. Both the spatial coordinates and the execution timing are entirely flawless.”

Emerging smoothly from the billowing plumes of black smoke, the Lord of Water stood completely unmarred.

“However, your platoon suffers from a critical deficiency in its absolute damage metrics. Decisively so.”

“Formidable shell durability—”

“The entity’s outer chassis is manufactured entirely from mythril alloys. Securing an effective hit via low-tier attacks represents a non-viable strategy. Our only alternative is to continuously whittle away its armor ticks over an extended timeline…” Regal muttered, his teeth clicking.

Stella immediately overrode his calculation.

“There is absolutely zero requirement to waste runtime whittling its armor. If an obstruction blocks our path, we simply crush it to absolute dust.”

Regal stepped past her line, vaulting straight into the frontline space. Raising his grotesque, bone-woven sword high above his head in an upper-stance guard, he locked his hollow sockets onto the Water King.

“Managing that overgrown behemoth requires strictly my own profile. The rest of you, clear the field and fall back so your low stats don’t clutter my deployment vectors!”

Venting the roar, a dense torrent of dark miasma erupted from Regal’s frame like raging fire. Launching the payload as an absolute propulsion overdrive, he closed the distance against the Water King at an ultra-hyper velocity that completely eclipsed his previous movement speed metrics.

“Oh? Your systems can dial up their velocity vectors even further? Impressive. However, your profile is ultimately restricted to the standard Army Commander tier. You do not possess the baseline specifications required to engage an elite weapon explicitly engineered to liquidate the Demon King.”

The Lord of Water violently shifted its colossal mass, snapping its heavy tail across the lower coordinates. Bypassing a cooldown stall, it followed the sweep by ruthlessly driving its claws and fangs forward in a fluid, seamless succession of multi-layered combo attacks.

“Tch!”

Every single time a lethal strike entered his perimeter, Regal vented a short burst of miasma to execute a high-velocity, airborne directional pivot, masterfully dodging the Water King’s assault by bare millimeters.

The earth below shattered and exploded into flying debris under the impact of the missed hits. The upper atmosphere groaned under the unmitigated kinetic pressure as violent shockwaves tore loops through the sector.

Regal could calculate with absolute certainty that the raw power backing the Water King’s attacks was continuously scaling upward. These were lethal, high-caliber strikes; even absorbing a glancing blow stood a hundred percent probability of systematically pulverizing his physical structure into unrecoverable dust.

Granted, while his undead programming allowed his frame to continuously regenerate even after being broken into separate parts, his system did not possess an absolute, infinite immortality matrix. If the Water King successfully executed a complete crush maneuver that pulverized his individual bone units—the absolute lowest structural components of his physical body—his regeneration loop would hit an absolute failure threshold, rendering him permanently archived.

(Evaluating its offensive parameters, it undeniably possesses the mandatory damage output to completely delete my existence from the database.)

Venting the internal assessment, Regal simply dialed his velocity metrics up even further. Confronted by a supreme enemy that completely transcended any hostile data he had ever processed, he registered a strange, pulsing heat boiling through his internal matrix.

…Fascinating. This psychological sensation.

If Regal still retained a physical body composed of living flesh, the corners of his mouth would undoubtedly be curved upward into a wide, ecstatic smirk right now. It had been an eternity since his system had flatly lost the capacity to process human emotions—yet the exact fraction of a second he stepped onto a chaotic battlefield, a long-dormant, roaring surge of pure exhilaration would automatically overwrite his baseline code.

By crossing blades against a comprehensively dominant foe.

By continuously maintaining his deployment right on the razor-thin margin separating survival from absolute deletion.

Though his heart had long since discarded concepts like love, empathy, and compassion, this single psychological thrill remained permanently hard-coded into his soul, entirely unmarred by time.

(Hmph. This loop is accidentally pulling up a small chunk of historical data from my era as a human being—)

Several millennia ago, long before his profile was rewritten into an undead monster, Regal had existed as an ordinary human warrior. He had been an elite master of the blade whose swordsmanship stats were celebrated as completely peerless across the realm—a ferocious, valiant knight who had braved endless campaigns against the demon race.

And permanently stationed right beside his coordinates, there had always been a single mage.

To a unit like Regal, whose entire lifecycle had been spent strictly inside active war zones, that man had represented the absolute solitary entity he could genuinely log under the nomenclature of a true friend. Together with that companion, Regal had continuously checked off a barrage of spectacular military milestones. Before they could even process the transition, the surface exchanges had begun designating the duo under the title of legendary Heroes.

Right during that peak era, their platoon engaged an exceptionally high-tier demon. It was one of the Demon King’s elite inner circle—an absolute Supreme Commander of the Demonic Army.

As the battle loops dragged into the late phase, Regal and his ally were systematically backed into a corner, their survival parameters rapidly dropping toward zero. And then—his closest companion executed an immediate, cold betrayal loop.

“I refuse to hit my absolute end-of-service threshold here! I want to live!”

Deploying a high-intensity demolition spell, the mage purposefully targeted a coordinate that would systematically detonate both Regal and the Demonic Commander simultaneously.

“I shall utilize your frame as a strategic sacrifice to secure my own survival parameters!”

“Why… precisely what calculation drove your mindset to this choice… Rion…?!”

“Perish along with the demon filth, you anomalous trash!”

A cataclysmic, roaring wall of blazing explosion. That specific visual marker was the absolute final data loop Regal ever processed through human eyes.

The exact fraction of a second his consciousness re-initialized, he found himself marooned deep within absolute darkness. It was a subterranean realm completely devoid of solar rays—the Demon World.

His flesh entirely deleted from his frame, his structural layout reduced strictly to a bare skeleton, his system was verified alive. No, to state the unvarnished programming reality, his profile was blocked from entering a standard death state. Driven exclusively by the immense, toxic payload of residual malice and unresolved grudges left behind in the surface world, his code had undergone a forced reincarnation cycle—transforming him into an undead monster.

“My frame… no longer clears the biological requirements to be cataloged as a human being, it seems.”

Regal forced his skeletal spine up, sitting upright amidst the dirt. He processed an immediate, cold sensation indicating that a fundamental core component within his internal matrix had been systematically, permanently deleted. A mandatory attribute essential to defining humanity had been stripped from his profile.

“I see. That was the hard-coded exchange.”

As the mandatory price to initialize his undead reincarnation matrix—

“I flatly sacrificed my heart. My emotions are entirely gone.”

“My system possesses zero traces of a human heart. However—”

Venting the internal murmur, Regal locked his hollow sockets squarely onto the Lord of Water.

“Even inside a hollow shell of this caliber, my profile permanently retains a final pair of un-deletable attributes.”

Deep within the absolute pitch-black voids of his skeletal eye sockets, a brilliant, crimson flare of pure menacing light flashed into existence.

“An absolute, unmitigated hatred directed at my enemies—intersected with the ironclad pride of a master warrior.”

“To be driven exclusively by negative psychological variables… you truly represent the absolute, textbook definition of a vile demon,” the Lord of Water hissed, its mandibles grinding.

“Correct. I am zero percent human. I am an entity whose very taxonomy is forged from the absolute essence of the demonic.”

The miasma enveloping Regal’s entire frame underwent an instantaneous, catastrophic spike, erupting upward into the airspace like a raging wall of dark fire.

“However, the exact fraction of a second my boots anchor onto a field of active combat, my programming aligns flawlessly with my human era—and my soul burns with absolute, unmitigated intensity!”

Swinging his bone blade back into a maximum-tension strike arc, he unleashed a thunderous roar.

“Come then! Feed more fuel into my engine and make my parameters burn even hotter, you ultimate weapon of the gods!”

“Burn? An incorrect calculation. My directive is strictly to erase your existence. To systematically liquidate your frame until zero material traces remain in this quadrant—”

The Lord of Water snapped its jaws open, discharging a brilliant, blue-glowing dragon breath fueled by its massive internal mana pools. Regal rapidly loosed a barrage of compressed miasma shells to set up a mid-air interception, but his projectiles were effortlessly pulverized and scattered to pieces before the sheer volume of the dragon’s beam.

However, right before the dynamic fraction of a second the beam could connect with his frame, the energy trajectory abruptly warped its vector directly before his eyes, violently colliding against a dense network of several hundred layered mana barriers.

“Stella… —”

She had masterfully coordinated her demon units, commanding them to deploy their defensive magic arrays at the absolute most critical frame of the sequence. No matter how comprehensively dominant the Water King’s attack parameters were, a multi-layered shield constructed by the synchronized, simultaneous output of several hundred demon casters possessed more than enough durability ticks to absorb a single breath attack.

“Insignificant insects!” the Lord of Water bellowed, its AI registering a massive spike in its aggression metrics.

“I shall liquidate your entire platoon down to ash as a consolidated package—”

“I absolute enforce a total block on that directive~”

An elegant, massive voice vibrated loops down from the upper airspace. It was the Lord of the Underworld Dragon, Belle Ga Elphida, who had been quietly running a hover-rest cycle while tracking the battlefield parameters.

“—Active Array: Shadow Breath!”

The personal mount of the Demon King snapped her massive jaws open, discharging a colossal, compressed sphere of pure dark energy. Having meticulously audited the tactical timeline, she had waited for the absolute apex window to deploy her fire support. To a unit like Regal, her intervention was a gold-medal assistance play that completely shifted the battlefield variables.

“Mgh…! Ooooooh…?!…”

As expected of her high-tier stats, the raw power backing her breath was comprehensively absolute. The brilliant explosion blanketed the quadrant, forcing the Lord of Water to awkwardly drag its massive frame backward across the dirt.

“That direct hit definitely put a dent in your health pool, right? I suppose my profile has officially verified its baseline moral obligations to Fried-sama with that play,” the Underworld Dragon purred, her vocal arrays carrying a trace of playful mischief.

“The target’s motor functions have suffered a temporary stall loop—lock down your targeting arrays! Designated objective: the enemy’s facial quadrant! Deploy Flash and Lightning magic arrays immediately!”

Stella swiftly blasted her tactical commands straight to the army. The demon forces loosed a massive, synchronized volley of lightning bolts and blinding light spells, hammering the payload straight into the Water King’s face. The colossal dragon’s head was comprehensively engulfed in a blinding chain of detonations.

“Ugh… th-this… my visual resolution has dropped to absolute zero… I cannot track the field parameters…!”

“Regal, your absolute window is active! Strike now!”

(I explicitly issued a rigid directive commanding everyone to clear my deployment vectors and fall back, yet…)

Then again, analyzing the telemetry, both the Underworld Dragon and Stella had delivered a pair of comprehensively flawless, elite support loops. Through their tight coordination, they had successfully engineered a one-in-a-million clear window against a supreme enemy. His internal parameters possessed zero choice but to process absolute gratitude for their contribution.

Finishing the script was strictly the objective assigned to his own blade.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

Regal unleashed a cataclysmic battle cry as he launched his final, high-velocity charge. Calculating the massive discrepancy separating his baseline stats from the ultimate weapon of the gods, this brief frame represented his absolute first and final opportunity to secure a victory. He was dictated to flawlessly capitalize on the window and systematically shatter the enemy engine.

“This is your absolute end-of-service threshold…!”

Regal swung his blade with every single ounce of physical strength and mana locked within his frame, driving a crushing downward slash straight into the target.

A high-pressure torrent of water violently erupted from the Water King’s armoring, desperately trying to generate an absolute deflection loop to repel the blade.

“—Active Spell: Hades Blade!”

At that absolute, precise microsecond, Regal channeled one hundred percent of his remaining mana reserves straight into the steel.

The bone sword cleanly, effortlessly sliced through the high-pressure fluid shielding as if it were non-serving air, maintaining its downward vector to pierce straight through the absolute core center of the Lord of Water—