Chapter 88: Crushing Victory

"Kommt, ihr traurigen Haufen, geht in die Formation!" I heard a ratman scream in German as I delivered a powerful strike to another ratman, sending him hurtling through the air. The force of the punch was immense, transferring its impact through the air and smashing everything in its path for a good dozen meters. Ratmen fell, killed or injured by the sheer force of the blow.

I worked my way through the horde of ratmen like a blur, ripping and tearing through anything that stood in my path. I only slowed down to demolish the siege machines, causing massive explosions as they erupted in green flames. However, the ratmen had a shaman among them, adorned in strange symbols on their robes. They launched attacks at me from a distance, but their efforts were in vain. I quickly gained control of their spells, redirecting them to damage the surrounding ratmen who began to crumble and scatter.

But would I allow any to escape?

"Desolation." With that single word, a dark, sinister aura emanated from my body, enveloping the area. At first, it seemed to have no effect until the nearest ratman crumpled to the ground, followed by hundreds of their brethren. They fell like dominos onto the snow-covered ground. Yet, that wasn't the end of it. As my power took hold, some ratmen turned on their allies, attempting to claw at their throats in fear filled despair or, for those without immediate targets, clawing at their own throats was there best throat. It was a signal of the true defeat of this attacking force.

As I navigated through the chaotic melee of ratmen, my aura still pulsating around me, I occasionally seized a ratman in my grasp, employing life steal to drain their life force. With each drain, I felt a replenishing surge of mana, allowing me to sustain my magical prowess. Swiftly accumulating mana, I focused my efforts on encasing certain ratmen—be they regular soldiers, shamans, or the engineers operating the siege machines—in magical bindings.

Unfortunately, the absence of a clear leader among the ratmen hindered my ability to capture their commanding figure. Undeterred, I focused on capturing whoever I could, ensuring that key individuals were neutralized and I had someone for questioning later.

Once my task was complete, and the captured ratmen encased in magical bindings, I decided it was time to hasten the demise of the ratmen army with one final spell.

"Shatter." With that single word, I unleashed a devastating mind attack, a ripple of psychic energy emanating outward from me as the epicenter. In an instant, the chaotic surroundings fell silent as the ratmen army succumbed to the onslaught. Unable to comprehend what had transpired, every creature within range met their demise, their minds shattered by the overwhelming force of my psychic assault.

'Still need to practice my mind magic almost killed those in the shackles' With a sense of satisfaction, I surveyed the hundred or so captured ratmen, most of whom were too depleted of energy to even attempt to break free from their magical bindings. As the city guard arrived and escorted them away, their feeble struggles proved futile. With no strength left to resist, the ratmen were swiftly thrown into the dungeon, where they would await their fate, unable to mount any form of resistance.

"Lobe den Großen (Praise the scholar)." That was the chant echoed by every ratman as we escorted them into custody. Fortunately, my limited knowledge of German allowed me to grasp the gist of their words, but their reference to a 'scholar' left me intrigued. However, delving into this mystery would have to wait for another time, as my immediate priority was deploying a sizable contingent of troops to defend the city and scour the southwest region for the ratmen's main stronghold. Just as I did two centuries ago, I would eradicate this threat once and for all.

With that in mind I returned to the city that was nearly wrecked beyond repair as many important buildings were coolpase into the ground while most buildings needed to be demolished in order to rebuild it from the foundation up leaving at best 70% of the buildings still perfectly functional throughout the entire city.

'421' that number echoed in my head as I once again found myself slightly upset to hear the causalities which was smaller than originally estimated but still I always felt bad to see any number of people die under my rule.

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[Name: Brook. D .Newport]

[Race: Undead]

[Species: Withering skeleton warrior]

[Class: Death Knight{Frost}]

[Rank: 2]

[Level: 47](1,434,975/6,000,000)

[Health: 375/375]

[Mana points: 104/104]

[Stat points: 0]

[Strength: 129]

[Endurance: 129]

[Agility: 129]

[Wisdom: 53]

[Intelligence: 53]

[skills: [Scrutinize: Lv Max], [Frost Strike: Lv Max] [Chains of Ice: Lv Max] [Permafrost: Lv Max], [Cold Breath: Lv Max], [Frozen Fortitude: Lv Max],[Chilled Servitude: Lv Max], [Glacial Dread: Lv Max], [Desolate aura: Lv Max], [Vitality steal: Lv Max], [Soul Ice]

[Note: System revisions might be needed]

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