Chapter 56: 055 Crisis_l
Translator: 549690339
Skeleton soldiers are inherently among the weakest of the undead creatures, with most of them incapable of even simple thought, ranking them at the lowest grade in terms of both strength and intelligence.
However, it is precisely because of these weaknesses that they can be difficult to detect when left alone, especially in situations of extre chaos like this one.
In fact, it would not be difficult for either Sofia or Otto to discover them under normal circumstances.
But right now, they both have more pressing matters to deal with, so they naturally have no spare ti to pay attention to these low-threat undead creatures.
The average skeleton soldier’s combat strength is roughly equivalent to a powerless goblin.
It is these undead creatures, who usually can only achieve success in battles through sheer numbers, that are causing great trouble at this mont.
About a dozen skeleton soldiers had managed to creep up near Sofia and the ogre without their knowledge.
But instead of attacking, they huddled together, literally embracing each other.
These skeletons seed to have undergone special processing, with their green-crystal-like bones separating from their original bodies.
Under the guidance of magical power, they quickly reassembled into a crystal archway entirely pieced together by crystal bones.
Soon after, deep green magical fluctuations began to flicker in the empty space of the bone archway, signaling the activation of a portal.
“Whoosh…”
A withered skeletal hand reached out from the portal, followed by a skeleton soldier wearing tattered leather armor and cloth pieces, who stumbled out awkwardly.
This was only the first of many who crossed the portal in its wake.
After a few similarly appearing skeleton soldiers erged, a large group of skeletons of different attire and even past races crowded their way out of the portal.
Due to the sheer number of them appearing at once, they were montarily stuck in the narrow portal entrance, but this only wasted a little bit of ti.
Shortly after, they quickly passed through the portal in an orderly fashion under the command of higher-ranking undead with a certain level of intelligence.
Finally, a high-level undead dressed in neat black full-body leather armor erged, despite its age, it was well maintained.
So of the missing parts of the armor were replaced with bone fragnts from various creatures, and many bone spikes protruded from the smooth surface of the armor.
This was a corpse demon, an evil undead creature created from mortals consud by darkness and desire.
They retained mories of their past lives, and though they maintained their autonomy, they would almost unconditionally follow the powerful masters responsible for their undead transformation.
For example, a strong and enigmatic witch demon, or a powerful wraith.
This corpse demon had a beautifully crafted longbow on his back and held a gracefully engraved longsword in his hand.
In life, he must have been an elf ranger.
But now, he had beco an eternally evil life devourer, capable of converting any creature who died at his hands into a zombie under his control.
In addition to this elf corpse demon, as more skeletons and zombies crawled out of the portal, another human-looking corpse demon joined them.
From the other side of the portal ca eerie laughter and the neighing of battle steeds, clearly indicating the presence of even more powerful undead ready to erge.
As long as this portal remains open, countless undead will flood in endlessly, drawn to the world of the living, and determined to destroy it completely.
Otto roared as he charged towards the green crystal bone-constructed portal.Strangely, the Giant Ghost didn’t try to intercept him but mocked, “The portal is already set up. What can you do with this magic-disabled Dragon
Beast?”
Just as the Giant Ghost said, Otto flew over the portal, and his fierce dragon tail smashed the green crystal skeleton arch, incidentally also killing a Corpse Demon that had just erged from the portal.
However, the magical fluctuation that truly represented the portal did not disappear. It was like a ripple in the air, with undead creatures still continuously crawling out from the other end.
When Otto’s dragon tail touched the portal’s body, it t no resistance and passed directly through, as if it didn’t exist.
This was a one-way portal.
“I gave you a chance!”
The Giant Ghost sneered, feeling as if he had beco the ultimate winner.
He wasn’t in a hurry at this mont, as the endless sea of undead would soon drown the damned Dragon Beast and the annoying Half-Elf brat.
Then, he glanced at the two adult dragons, whose battle was nearing its end, and he was about to reap the fruits of his long-cultivated victory.
Fighting rely on instinct, the Green Dragon couldn’t possibly be a match for the Red Dragon.
If it weren’t for both sides being mindless and unable to feel pain, Cassiopeia, with her current injuries, should have been immobilized by now.
But now, she was also badly injured, her body covered in terrifying scars so deep they revealed bones.
Finally, Cassiopeia couldn’t hold on any longer, and the Green Dragon, losing consciousness due to excessive blood loss, spiraled down from the sky.
“Boom… ‘
The Green Dragon’s massive body directly created a large crater on the Sulfur Mountains, and the impact caused her remaining consciousness to be completely lost.
Barely lifting her head, she fell into a coma.
The precious dragon blood dyed the surrounding rubble red, and at this mont, the Mother of Thorns, Cassiopeia, could no longer be seen as noble and powerful as she had been.
There wasn’t a single piece of good flesh left on her body, let alone the dragon scales that provided the most significant defense.
Her blood-red appearance made her look more like a Red Dragon from a distance.
At this ti, even a lowly Gnoll could have taken her life.
But fortunately, the deep crater she created was far from the main battlefield’s monsters, so she did not need to worry about being torn apart and eaten by the creatures she had once despised.
The state of the Red Dragon Sitte Bragg was slightly better than the Green
Dragon, but that was all. His bloodshot dragon’s eyes stared fixedly at where Cassiopeia had fallen.
He wanted to chase her, but he felt exhausted deep down and couldn’t help but slowly descend from the sky, panting heavily while lying on an open space of the Sulfur Mountains.
If his brain still had a fraction of normalcy, it would have urged him to hurry and leave this bizarre place to recover in hiding.
But he would never do that, at least not until he regurgitated the Magic Wand with magical effects from his stomach.
Sitte Bragg lay on the ground, propping himself up with his front claws to prevent himself from falling. His body trembled continuously, an instinctive reaction to pain.
But in his perception, it was the exhilaration and pleasure from defeating Cassiopeia. All his pain had turned into an addictive cooling sensation, making it impossible for him to escape.
“I… I’ll be the ruler of the world!”
He murmured, struggling, and slowly crawled towards the unconscious Cassiopeia..
Reviews
All reviews (0)