Grim Reaper in the Apocalypse: Reaping Immortals

In the middle of the violet grass fields, surrounded by remains of shattered chitinous armor, stood a creature with black rotting skin.

It looked like a decaying corpse, but the power pouring out from its enlarged bones was anything but dead. It was the kind of pressure that even made the Sapient Canzers' chitinous armor rattle from horror and panic.

The rotting creature had nothing but bones in its body, with decaying black skin barely clinging to its skeleton.

But the most terrifying thing about the creature was its head.

It was nothing but a skull, with frost and ice creeping onto its crevices, but somehow, the Sapient Canzer felt like it was looking at a creature that could send anyone down to the deepest abyss of hell.

The skull slowly turned towards the Sapient Canzer in the distance, with its head swiveling unlike that of a human.

Even though the skull creature had no eyes, the blackness of its eye socket made the Sapient Canzer feel as if its entire view had darkened and only the creature remained in its sight.

"$()@#*()($*$(*&%(#*&(*#&$"

'What the hell are you?! You're not human!" the Sapient Canzer screamed.

But the creature didn't answer. It kept its head turned towards the lone Sapient Canzer.

The Sapient Canzer grabbed its own chest and stopped it from rattling. It didn't want to admit that it was afraid of a single human.

SHIIRRA SHIIRRA

The fallen Sapient Canzers made out of nothing but shredded chitinous particles slowly formed back into more clones. Five more spawned out of each corpse.

"($*@)(*$)(*##)(*)@(#*)$*(&("

'So–so what?! We'll multiply till we kill you!'

Five thousand Sapient Infection Canzers rose in the air. They surrounded the skull creature at all sides, like a cloud enveloping a single ant.

With perfect synchronicity, they charged towards the lone human—or whatever it was.

But instead of worrying about the increasing number of clones attacking him with no room to escape, Atlan looked at his own disfigured body.

He felt power, unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

He was brimming with energy, with some of it leaking out of his bones and manifesting as frost and ice around his body.

He looked at his own hands and he knew: just one wave of his hand was enough to destroy thousands of these Sapient Canzers.

KLIK KLAK

Atlan raised his foot and stomped it on the ground at the same moment hundreds of clones reached out their hands to rip his skeleton transformation into shreds.

He forcefully pushed out the intense energy inside him until it leaked out into his bones.

An intense cold flowed out from his foot and spread outwards.

The large circular patch of violet grass surrounding his skeletal foot turned solid and shattered into a million pieces.

The temperature in the grass fields plummeted so far down that the water particles in the air slowly condensed into snowflakes that slowly drifted in the wind.

The frost infected everything in an instant. The mystical cold rose from the ground and froze the clones from their chitinous feet up to the fervent expressions on their faces.

The blood inside the Canzer's bodies instantly turned into ice, their fleshy bodies turned solid. Everything was frozen.

The five thousand clones fell on the ground, with some shattering into different pieces. Their maniacal desire to kill the lone human was still frozen on their faces. The frozen wings on their back fractured into millions of pieces with just a slight breeze in the air.

The only one still left was the lone Sapient Canzer in the distance.

Its human-like mouth couldn't convey the shock it got from seeing thousands of its clones frozen with just one move.

And the worst part about it was that the skull creature never took its dark eyes away from it.

It was as if it wanted the lone Sapient Canzer to witness this.

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'Kugh! It doesn't matter. We are still alive!'

Even though the clones were frozen into mere ice statues, their incredibly resilient bodies allowed them to still cling to the bit of life in their constitution.

"Yes. I want you alive," replied Atlan.

Just then, Atlan spread his skeletal arms.

Even though he couldn't use other LifeSkills with his BloodLine Transformation, he still had one more source of power that was available.

A numb and prickly sensation covered his shoulder blades. A smile appeared on his skull as he felt that familiar power envelop his entire body.

The Sapient Canzer already thought that fighting this monstrous human was a nightmare enough. But as it turned out, it barely just started.

Its knees went weak as it felt the warm light emanating from the skeletal creature's back.

It was the kind of warmth that would have been ideal in such a cold environment. But for the Sapient Canzer, it felt its entire body turn even colder than before.

That familiar aura was something they thought was already gone. It should have been extinct. Yet there it was, exuding out of the pure white Wings that emerged behind the skeletal creature in all its glory.

Angel power.

Just the mere presence of such holy and angelic wings was enough to extinguish the last dredges of life inside the frozen clones.

The thousands of Sapient Canzers exploded into millions of frozen pieces as Atlan fluttered his Angel Wings in place.

"@&&&&&&&&&&&"

'GAGHHHHHHH!' The only surviving Sapient Canzer in the distance screamed in pain.

The pain of five thousand clones dying at the same time from a smudge of Angel Power was transmitted to the only surviving clone of the Sapient Canzer.

It banged its head on the frozen grass trying to relieve the pain in its mind, but it was far too much.

"@***********"

It experienced a pain worse than death—five thousand deaths. The tiny tinge of Angel Power that killed the clones transferred over to the surviving clone, which accumulated enough to a near-fatal dosage.

"Experience the suffering. This is your punishment for treating death as nothing more than a joke," Atlan's voice resounded out of his skeletal transformation.