Martial Online.

Chapter 498 The Final Apocalypse

Stab!

Ambrose stabbed his crimson shortsword through the skull of a fallen player and then pulled it out with a sickening squelch.

"Ah."

He wiped the blood off his face that was splattered on him after leaving behind corpses of players.

"Hey, you bastard!"

Ambrose turned around and saw an angry-faced archer holding a bow aimed directly at him.

His overcoat was already tattered and dirty brown, and his boots were leaking blood from the holes in them. It looked like he had gotten a wound on his foot from some kind of sharp object.

As he pulled back his string, the man released the arrow.

Ambrose smashed the arrow down from the air, and it shattered into a million pieces.

The archer then approached him and started firing arrows after arrows, but Ambrose was quick on his feet and smacked the arrows down to the ground.

"Hmph." The archer dropped his bow to the ground and pulled out a machete from his hidden sheath.

"Death for the sinner!"

He swung the machete down, but Ambrose deflected it and impaled him with his left-wielding shortsword, skewering him through the heart.

"Argh!" The archer groaned and winced in phantom pain.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ambrose pushed him down to the ground with his sword still going through his heart, and then used his other sword to slice through his head.

'I am the sinner?' Ambrose wondered and looked at his dirty clothes, which were dripping with blood.

"Haaa!"

At that moment, someone tackled Ambrose to the ground and started punching him repeatedly.

Ambrose had to let go of his swords, then grabbed the hair of his unknown assailant and threw him aside with all the strength he could muster.

The assailant rolled down the coarse, rocky ground, and one of the corpses lying nearby stopped his rolling.

As Ambrose stood back up, he snatched his swords from the ground and faced his assailant with a frown.

As his assailant stood back up, his face came into view. It wasn't a familiar face; it was completely strange, but his face looked battle-marred with long scars running across his cheeks and forehead.

As he raised his fists again, it was clear that he was a Brawler class fighter.

Not just any Brawler as his fist seemed to solidify into steel. However, he didn't seem to be able to turn more of his arm into steel—only the part from his wrist to his knuckles.

Ambrose twirled the swords around in his hands and then charged forward with a speed that allowed him to cross the distance between the two in a matter of seconds.

The brawler screamed and threw a punch that collided with one of the crimson shortswords.

Clang!

It sounded just like two weapons clashing together. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt

At that moment, the brawler winced and pulled back his fist, noticing that his knuckles were bleeding slightly. It looked like the crimson shortsword was able to cut through the steel!

'What are those swords made of?!' The brawler wondered in shock.

Ambrose jumped at him and slashed down with both swords.

The brawler leaped over the swords and then brought down his steel-covered fist towards Ambrose's head.

Ambrose quickly backstepped and saw the brawler punching the ground strong enough to create a small crater.

Before the brawler rose back to his feet, Ambrose quickly slashed across the brawler's chest, leaving a shallow gash as he was too far away to make a deep cut.

Only the tip of the blade managed to reach him.

The brawler growled like a wild animal and rushed at him with steel-covered hands. This time, only the fingers were covered in steel.

As he clawed down, Ambrose blocked with his swords and felt the crazy strength of his opponent.

It was clear that the brawler had also focused quite a bit on his strength stats!

The brawler gritted his teeth enough to make them bleed, but no matter how much he pushed, he couldn't overpower his opponent.

It was shocking to him, as this hadn't happened before.

He was proud of his in-game strength and also his real strength.

In a proper fist fight, he doubted he would lose to anyone.

At that moment, the brawler wrapped his steel fingers around the swords and pushed them aside with a grunt of effort. It opened a clear line of sight towards his opponent's undefended body!

The brawler lashed his kick out quickly, aiming directly for his opponent's chest with all the force he could muster.

"Muscle Defense!" Ambrose's chest swelled with a surge of power as muscles increased in size and tanked the powerful kick.

"Ngh!" The brawler groaned with a shocked look as his foot got stuck between the powerful muscles.

And then Ambrose's muscles again decreased back to their normal size.

"Muscle Attack!"

And then, his arms swelled with muscles, but not to the extent of the Muscle Defense that would limit his movement.

He was still able to move and had his strength doubled!

Ambrose used his new-found strength to pull back his swords, slicing straight through the steel fingers.

The brawler's fingers fell to the ground with a loud clank, and his hands started bleeding profusely.

"Ah!" The brawler exclaimed in shock.

"Mortal Style, Muskelangriff!"

Ambrose screamed and dual slashed through the brawler's chest with overflowing strength, causing a gush of blood to spray across the ground.

The brawler fell to the ground, and life left his eyes.

Ambrose winced with an uncomfortable look, and his muscular arms returned to their normal state.

"Whoo…"

At that moment, steam rose from his back like a smoke chimney and drifted towards the fire sky.

And then, a flaming meteor crossed the sky and landed scarily near the battlefield. It created a massive explosion, sending shockwaves in every direction.

'The time is running out. That was already close.'

Ambrose thought and looked around the battlefield. It wasn't as stacked anymore, and players were more spread now.

He then saw Moriarty spearing through his opponents, with no one able to stop him. It was as if he had grown even stronger with his fight against Zadkiel.

He thought that something had changed within Moriarty but was not sure what. There was something about him that changed as he carried himself differently and spoke with a different tone.

Ambrose looked at his bloodstained hands that were wrapped around his sword hilts and felt sticky and uncomfortable.

'Let's get the job done.'

He squeezed the hilts hard and walked straight to the battlefield.

The fight continued like an unstoppable fire, with more corpses piling up with each passing moment and more dreams being crushed.

As the time moved further, the fire in the sky turned brighter and brighter until it seemed like the sun itself had descended to join the chaos.

The volcano itself was crumbling apart as one of the meteors smashed straight into its core, sending debris flying in all directions and sealing the fate of the once mighty mountain.

The lava rivers spilled over the edges and started flowing straight towards the battlefield at fast, deadly speeds, consuming everything in their path.

Rumble!

Ambrose went through the players like a weapon of mass destruction and didn't care how much blood was splattered across his face and clothes.

He left behind an image in the minds of the players that they would never be able to forget.

Eventually, Ambrose and Moriarty met in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by a sea of corpses and blood.

They were the only ones left.