Chapter 150: The Apex Showdown
I charged through the crater, the mud splashing heavily against my black S-Grade Chitin armor.
Archlich Malacor realized his supreme death magic was completely useless against the biological shell of the Hive Empress. He did not retreat. He possessed the absolute arrogance of an ancient ruler.
He raised his skeletal hands, pulling raw, pitch-black starmetal directly from the corrupted earth.
SHNK.
The metal violently fused together in his palms, forming a colossal, jagged scythe. The blade was ten feet long, dripping with condensed shadows.
"Flesh always yields to the reaper!" Malacor roared, his telepathic voice shaking the battlefield.
He swung the massive starmetal scythe in a devastating horizontal arc, aiming to cleave me perfectly in half.
I did not dodge. I met his absolute apex weapon head-on.
I raised my heavy brass gauntlet and blocked the scythe with my forearm.
CLANG!
