Cursed Immortality

In the grass plain, which stretched endlessly, Dark Prince Asher stood with cross arms, wearing full-body blue armor and two menacing huge axes attached behind his back.

Asher looked at the Dark Duke Tomas, wearing a green wizard robe and holding a long staff that appeared to be snapped from a tree trunk, standing fifty meters away from him dismissively.

At this moment, Dark Rose's static voice rang.

"Title Death Match for the Dark Noble Title 'Dark Prince' has been instated by the 'Challenger' Dark Duke Tomas against the 'Defender' Dark Prince Asher' in the Dark Battle Arena!

"All the conditions have been met!

"Title Death Match Rule (1): The Power Rank of Challenger and Defender have been limited to 'Tier-9 Unique Rank' and '9-Star Unique Magic Core'.

"Title Death Match Rule (2): Both parties are only allowed to bring two weapons of choice limited to 'Advanced Unique Rank'!

"Title Death Match Rule (3): Only the Winner of this Death Match can return alive from the Dark Battle Arena, while the Loser will be put to Death!

"Title Death Match Rule (4):...

"If both parties agree to the Title Death Match Rules, please sign the Death Match Dark Contract. The Challenger has given one last chance to back down.

"If the Challenger chooses to use this last chance right, the Challenger will also lose the right to instate any further Title Death Matches against the title holder, Dark Prince Asher."

The next moment, black contracts suddenly materialized in front of Asher and Tomas. They were filled with bloody crimson words, and all the conditions were written on them.

Asher didn't even look at the black contract as he nonchalantly stated, "I accept the Death Match Dark Contract!"

He then looked at Tomas, who seemed to be solemnly reading the contract, and sneered with a hint of amusement, "It seemed you have gone senile. It's time to let someone sensible put in charge of the Dark Kingdom. I hope you have decided on your successor already, or it'll be quite troublesome if I have to select one. Well, no worries, it's not like I've never done it before. You can be on your way peacefully."

Tomas's eyes narrowed sharply, and killing intent swirled in his emerald eyes. He was clearly infuriated by Asher's arrogant taunt, as if he didn't even consider him his opponent.

Taking a deep breath to calm his boiling anger, he coldly stated, "I accept the Death Match Contract!"

"Both parties have accepted the terms and conditions of the Title Death Match!

"Death Match Starts!" Dark Rose announced!

The moment Tomas felt the restraints on him removed, he instantly cast a spell as dense mana started to gather on the head of his staff, and a massive phantom of a tree manifested behind it.

"Wood Spirit Magic: Death Veins!"

Suddenly, the ground under Asher trembled, and dark green veins as sharp as nails shot up, emitting the deadly air of corrosion as they instantly twisted around Asher.

However, Asher remained nonchalant. He didn't seem to have any intention of making a move at this moment, and he still didn't consider Tomas a threat at all.

Before the death veins could even touch Asher's armor, an extremely sharp aura released from his body, and those veins suddenly cut into countless fine threads while Asher remained standing cross-armed.

Tomas's eyes contracted when he witnessed this scene. Even though he knew Asher was extremely powerful, he was also limited to the peak of Unique Rank, and the spell he used was one of the strongest spells in his arsenal.

Even if the death veins failed to touch Asher, the aura of corrosion emitting from them should be able to damage his armor and skin, especially when Asher cut those veins into so many threads. The surrounding air should've been extremely deadly for any living being, even a Dark Being, which would've already started to rot, yet Asher seemed completely fine while standing in his position, even battling an eye.

"The element of wood mixed with the element of poison, I must say, you are already at the doorstep of the Quasi Legend Rank. Still, it is far from enough even to graze me." Asher commented with a ridiculed smile, "Spirit Tree Race, your background is very scary, but the thing is, you're away from your origin. If only you had been born in that place, a real pity." Tomas's eyes narrowed. He didn't know if Asher was taunting him or implying something, but he didn't have the luxury of being distracted. He cast his most powerful spell despite the huge risk involved.

"Forbidden Spell: Withering Sorrow!"

A tree phantom behind Tomas suddenly trembled as it started to wither from its lust state, and even the rosy complexion of Tomas started to plummet as he turned into a skinny old

man.

This time, Asher's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but it was only for a moment before he pulled an intrigued yet icy smile: "So you've also mastered a forbidden spell before reaching the Quasi Legend Rank? Is that where your confidence came from to challenge me? You old fool, don't you know some of those fools before you had also mastered the forbidden spell, and they were far stronger than you, but you should know what was their end. Let's end this meaningless battle."

However, unexpectedly to Asher, Tomas didn't release the spell; instead, Tomas suddenly looked toward Asher with a crazy glint in his eyes, which made Asher uneasy for some reason as he frowned.

Tomas spoke at this moment, his voice extremely croaked: "I admit that you have lots of experience dealing with forbidden spells. But let me share something with you. I recently learned that forbidden spells can not only be used to empower a caster at the cost of burning their life force; instead, they can also be used as a medium like sacrifices to summon ancestral beings of the past or a contracted being!"

The moment Tomas uttered those words, Asher's expression finally changed. He blurted, "Where did you learn this?"

Seeing the usually arrogant and nonchalant Asher showing such an expression, Tomas felt mirth spreading through his body as he knew that 'person' didn't lie to him.

Tomas scoffed with a crazy, murderous look in his eyes, "Who told me? How about you asked him yourself, O' Avatar of God?"

Tomas then chanted in the rune language, "I invoke the Legendary Summoning Contract as the cost of my life force, and summon the Golden Constant-51,117, descend!"

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