376 An Army Of Undead!
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Within the depths of the Mysterious Underground Dungeon, a man sat down over an old chair, looking into a red orb in front of him. He seemed old, with a long black beard and sharp, red eyes, almost demonic in nature. His entire body seemed decrepit, and his entire life force was almost null. It seemed as if he had completely lost all of his life essence, and was merely a dry mummy. However, he moved, due to the magic power coursing through his body, and something else than that as well…
He looked into the red orb as if pondering it, seeing the projections that emerged. Invaders had entered his ancient hideout. This place where many preparations were made through the years had now become completely abandoned of people, all the cultists that were here ran away to a different hideout, completely giving up on this area of the country, which had been a strategic hideout for many years.
“Hmph, so they had come… I am surprised they’re all a bunch of kids though.” He muttered with anger. “But I do recognize some of them… these kids participated in that battle… Many of my precious demons were slain then… That black-haired kid is particularly a damn bastard! He’s the one leading the rest as well… Just who is he?!”
The old man seemed completely frustrated. He had been the last one to stay in this place, and he decided to make of this old and abandoned dungeon his new hideout. Fueled by demonic energy, he had already lived longer than he should had, and has been planning a revenge against the village where those that stopped the demon invasion resided.
“If it wasn’t for these bastards we would had probably been able to take over the capital… I even ordered someone to place a wyvern egg in their village and somehow they even killed that damn beast! Just who are they exactly?!”
The old man was not merely just a very old lackey of the Cult of Beelzebub, but also someone that originated from this Village. He was someone that was expulsed from the village in the long past, someone that was said to be a monster for his powers and the ways he used to hunt monsters, someone that was feared…
“Every time I see that damn village still standing it fills me with so much rage…” He muttered. “Even my damn old soul can’t stand this any longer… And those children, do they really think they can go against me now that they have come all the way here?”
Deep down, the old man knew that they might be more dangerous than he really make them up to be. After all, if they had even slain the Lesser Basilisk, their strength was no laughing matter anymore.
However, he was not without tools…
“Hmph, well then, I suppose I should use one of my trump cards against them. I suppose that’s something you’ve earned for yourselves.” He said, his right-hand index finger suddenly rose, as it shone with black light. Such dark light quickly began to spread out across the entire abandoned dungeon, as all the corpses, bones, and other body parts lying around, which amounted almost a thousand, slowly began to move.
“Rise.”
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(Blake’s POV)
The presences were not only in front of our path, but also behind! I am fairly sure there were no demons or monsters in the room when we arrived, yet the enormous group of entities following us from behind was larger than I could had possibly imagined. This wasn’t something normal at all, there were entities following us from behind.
“Blake, there’s something behind us!” Chris said.
“And in front of us… What’s that?!” Erdrich pointed out.
“Huh? Bones? No… there’s also demons! But they’re… strange…” Said Erika.
“Ugh, it stinks here…” Said Elizabeth.
“T-Those… d-don’t tell me… N-No way… there’s no way!” Eric cried.
“What are they?!” Chris asked.
“U-U-Undead!”
Eric panicking answer was all everyone needed to quickly realize we were not fighting run-of-the-mill demons, but their undead versions. It seems that whoever is living in this place has the capacity of rising the dead and control them, a Necromancer.
So there are such magicians even in the world of spirits… I suppose for a Necromancer, the only thing that matters is having affinity for the Death Element. As long as they do, they can easily control the dead and do all sorts of things with them. I myself should be able to rise Undead as well, but they would be too weak as I lack proper Death Element Affinity, so I’ve thought of it as pointless, even more now that I have my Familiars.
The steps of countless Undead could be heard, as their otherworldly groans made some of my party members feel a chill down their spines. Skeletons, zombies, and even evolved versions of them such as Skeleton Knights, Thralls, and even Rotten Giants moved forward. There were roughly… I don’t know. I couldn’t properly calculate all of them as their presences were dim due to being dead already, but I could tell there might be hundreds, and dozens of the higher ranked ones leading them.
This was not something we could easily deal with, but it was still something we could take advantage of! I mean, look at all this EXP!
A smile emerged on my lips as I couldn’t help but feel joyful about this Undead Army, the more the merrier! As long as there’s tons of Undead, there will be tons of EXP. Keep them coming! I don’t care!
“Undead are frail in the joints, try to knock them off balance by hitting their legs in specific! They might be relentless, but their bodies are still frail.” I said to everybody, as they readied their weapons and magic.
“GROOOOAAAARRR!”
“OOOOOOHHHH…!”
“GRAAAAH!”
The Skeletons were the fastest ones, they were of all shapes and sizes, some smaller and others bigger, but they were all predictably easy to knock off balance!
CLASH!
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