I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl

Chapter 482 - 479 – Holy Chains

The situation inside the cavern grew increasingly dire, as if on the verge of total collapse. Mušmaḫḫū’s fury intensified, its mountain-sized body shaking violently like an ancient volcano about to erupt. Every tremor caused the cavern floor to crack further, while massive stalactites on the ceiling swayed threateningly. Corrosive dark reddish blood flowed like a flood from the deep wounds left by previous attacks. Every drop that touched the ground immediately boiled, spawning hundreds of even more ferocious and bloodthirsty elite blood monsters. These blood creatures roared hungrily with ear-piercing shrieks. Their semi-transparent bodies glowed dark red, armed with sharp, gleaming crystal claws and blazing red eyes full of savagery. They swarmed in all directions like a pack of starving wolves, attacking the exhausted team from every angle.The remaining six heads moved wildly and uncontrollably, like giant serpents possessed by demons. They unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks without a single second of pause. Thick purple acid sprayed like a heavy rain from hell, hissing violently upon hitting the stone floor and leaving gaping corrosive holes that released stinging poisonous vapor. Black lightning crackled and shattered stalactites on the ceiling, sending sharp stone fragments raining down like deadly miniature meteors, forcing everyone to zigzag while fighting. The nebula poison mist grew thicker, nearly covering the entire battlefield, blurring vision, burning throats like hot needles, and making every breath feel like inhaling liquid poison creeping into the lungs.

Wild Bear on the front line was beginning to falter. Their usually unshakeable burly bodies were now covered in gaping wounds. Thick steel armor had melted in many places, leaving horrific burn marks on blistered, smoking skin. Poison had started creeping into their bloodstream, slowing their movements, causing muscle spasms, and making their breathing ragged like dying men. Some knelt while gripping their weapons with trembling hands, trying to endure the excruciating pain as if hellfire burned from within. Gorn Thunderfist stood firm as the last pillar among them, his breathing rough and heavy. His war axe still glowed even as his hands shook from extreme exhaustion. His eyes were filled with rage and grief over Thrain’s death.

Party Eternal had also lost their attacking rhythm. Their remaining mana was running dangerously low, making their spells weaker and less coordinated. Elara Silverwind breathed heavily, her silver hair matted with sweat, dried blood, and thick dust. Her emerald-green eyes still burned with determination, but the deep shadow of pain from losing Lirael was clearly visible on her pale face. Every time she cast a spell, the memory of the healer’s scream seemed to haunt her.

Sylvia frowned deeply, her mind spinning rapidly like the gears of a war machine. There was no other choice. She didn’t want to reveal her true power in front of these people, especially the chains originating from the abyss darkness as it could raise dangerous suspicions and difficult questions. However, the situation had become far too critical. Two comrades had already died horribly, and if this continued, many more would soon follow.

With a quick and decisive decision, Sylvia extended her right hand. From the living dark shadows beneath her feet, pitch-black chains began to emerge slowly, Chains of Abyss. The ancient chains, normally filled with a deadly cold aura that pierced the bones, were now controlled with high precision by her willpower.

But this time, she did not release them as they were. Sylvia channeled her War Sun Flame across the entire surface of the chains with full concentration. Holy white flames wrapped around each link one by one, burning and purifying the darkness within them. The process was slow but spectacular, with bright white light sparkling in the cavern’s darkness. The originally pitch-black chains gradually transformed into shining holy white, as if they were chains of holy light from heaven itself. A powerful purifying aura radiated from them, cleansing the poisonous air around Sylvia in a small radius. Her initial intention was only to disguise the chains’ origin, but the result far exceeded expectations. These holy white chains now possessed extraordinary purifying power, burning Tiamat’s blood corruption with even the slightest touch and turning poison into fragrant, holy white smoke.

"Let’s try this," Sylvia muttered coldly, her voice barely audible amid the deafening monster roars.

With quick, elegant hand movements like a master dancer on the battlefield, several white chains shot forward like living snakes of light. SCHWOOOSSHHH! The chains pierced the air with extraordinary speed, leaving beautiful yet deadly trails of bright white light. They penetrated Mušmaḫḫū’s supposedly extremely tough and thick scaled defense. The white flames wrapping the chains made penetration easy, the black scales cracked like thin glass struck by a hammer, the flesh inside burned with holy hissing sounds, and corrosive blood evaporated into clean white smoke upon contact.

CRRRAAACCCKKK! SCHLAAAKKK! THUDDD!

Four chains pierced two heads at once, binding and yanking them downward with devastating force until the heads slammed into the cavern floor. Two more chains coiled around the monster’s main body, piercing its giant chest and stomach until blood gushed out like a fountain from hell. The final chain wrapped tightly around one head’s neck, restraining its movement like unbreakable divine shackles. Mušmaḫḫū roared in terrible agony, its body writhing wildly as it tried to break free. Its blood sprayed everywhere, but every time it touched the holy white chains, it instantly evaporated into sacred smoke, cleansing the poisonous air around them and giving the team a little breathing room.

"This... works!" Stacia exclaimed with wide, amazed eyes, her voice full of admiration despite her trembling, exhausted body. The grimoire in her hands shook violently as she witnessed Sylvia’s new power. "Holy chains... that’s incredible!"

Sylvia felt a stable and powerful flow of mana coursing through her undead body. These white chains were far stronger than she had anticipated, as if the fusion of holy flame and abyss power had created something new and purer a perfect hybrid force. But even though it successfully restrained the monster temporarily, she knew it wasn’t enough to kill it yet. Mušmaḫḫū was still struggling fiercely. Its six heads roared in unison, continuously spawning more and more aggressive new blood monsters.

"Now!" Sylvia shouted loudly with commanding authority, her voice echoing throughout the cavern like a divine order. "Attack with everything you have! Right now! Don’t waste this opportunity!"

Everyone in the team reacted instantly, their spirits reignited by this golden chance appearing amid despair.

Gorn Thunderfist roared like a severely wounded beast. "For Thrain! Thunder Berserk Axe!" He leaped high into the air, his muscles expanding dramatically from Stacia’s buff. His war axe blazed with dazzling blue lightning. With a swing full of rage and grief, he slashed one of the bound heads with full power. KRRRRAAAAAKKKK!!! The head split deeply, bones cracking loudly, blood gushing out like a black waterfall that immediately evaporated into white smoke upon touching Sylvia’s holy chains.

Elara Silverwind gathered her last remaining mana until her staff trembled violently and small cracks appeared on its surface. "Elemental Cataclysm!" A storm of sharp ice, slicing winds, and lightning merged into a giant elemental tornado that slammed into Mušmaḫḫū’s body with devastating force. BOOOOMMMM! The elemental explosion sent scales flying like bomb shrapnel, burned flesh, and opened new wide wounds.

Alicia raised her silver staff until it shook violently, her face pale from extreme exhaustion with thin blood trickling from her nose. "Final Debuff: Eternal Decay Domain!" The final dark blue wave spread widely, causing the monster’s blood to rot from within, widening its wounds, and completely paralyzing its regeneration ability for a crucial period.

Stacia flipped all the grimoire pages at once with trembling hands from exhaustion. "Grand Spatial Rend + Nova Blast!" Black spatial tears appeared around the monster’s body, tearing reality itself, followed by a massive magical explosion that destroyed scales and flesh on a large scale.

Sol unleashed his strongest golden laser beams yet PEW! PEW! PEW! piercing the eyes and mouth of one head with deadly precision. Qilin released a giant horn-shaped holy lightning that struck the monster’s chest, cleansing the corrosive blood around it and adding extra purification effects.

Sylvia herself did not stay idle. She controlled her white chains with high precision to keep Mušmaḫḫū pinned and vulnerable, then unleashed several Purification Novas directly into the already wide-open wounds. The white-black flames exploded inside the monster’s body, burning its organs and dark essence from within.

DUUUAAAAARRRRR!!! KRRRRAAAAAKKKK!!! WOOOOOSSSSHHHHH!!!

Explosion after explosion shook the entire cavern. Mušmaḫḫū roared in unimaginable agony, its voice shattering stones on the walls and ringing everyone’s ears. Its massive body writhed so violently that the cavern walls cracked worse and parts of the ceiling began to collapse. Several of its heads started to go limp as corrosive blood sprayed everywhere like a rain of hell. The elite blood monsters born from its blood were also destroyed by the team’s combined attacks, their bodies evaporating into white smoke upon touching the holy white chains.

But the ancient monster created by Tiamat was not dead yet. Its remaining six heads roared in unison as a dark red aura exploded from its body like a powerful shockwave. Its blood boiled like magma, and parts of the cavern began collapsing. Large boulders and massive stalactites fell from the ceiling, forcing the team to dodge while continuing their relentless assault. Thick dust and stone fragments filled the air, adding to the already uncontrollable chaos.

Sylvia felt her mana depleting drastically. Her undead body grew hot from the heavy burden, but her resolve grew stronger and the white flame in her eyes burned brighter. "Keep attacking! Don’t give it a chance to breathe! Let’s end this!"

The battle reached a peak of madness. Mušmaḫḫū’s ear-splitting roars, continuous magical explosions, dying blood monsters’ screams, clashing weapons, the team’s enraged shouts, and the sound of the collapsing cavern filled the nearly destroyed space. Mušmaḫḫū’s blood flowed more heavily, flooding the floor, but the holy white flames and combined attacks continued burning it mercilessly. The remaining team fought with every last ounce of their strength, eyes filled with rage and grief over the loss of Thrain and Lirael.

The cavern increasingly resembled the final battlefield of the apocalypse. The walls were severely cracked, the ceiling shook violently, and Mušmaḫḫū still stood tall despite its grave injuries. Sylvia’s holy chains became the last hope amid the total chaos.