"Indeed, it's terrifying enough to send shivers down one's spine~"
Dead Bone gathered montum.
Above the surging Undead Tide, the black mist grew denser, and the rudintary form of an Army Spirit appeared and rapidly solidified, completing itself. In the blink of an eye, a complete soul of the Skeleton Legion resonated among the present Undead.
At this ti, commanders like 'Bone Two, Bone Three, Bone Four', as well as the nurous Lords of Deathremains and Skeleton Generals, were not present.
The only troop/hero present was Dead Bone itself.
But lo, it alone was an army, it alone was a nation.
The Undead Legion possessed the Legion Skill 'Tide of the Primordial', the trait 'Immortal Bone', as well as the Legion Final Skill 'Emperor's One Sword', which a complete legion in reality could not have.
Dead Bone had already tried using the Emperor's One Sword.
Facing a formidable enemy, it held nothing back.
"Legion final skills require continual build-up of montum, but only when the montum has built up to a certain extent can the transcendent resonance be perford..."
It murmured.
But were final skills such inconvenient things?
The soul of the legion had just manifested, and the invisible montum rose like a towering wave.
At that mont, the Orochi Servant arrived with utmost speed, crossing domains.
The body of the Orochi, hundreds of ters long, stretched across this heaven and earth, slowly unfolding.
Its form was sleek and elegant, achieving a harmonious fit with the heavens and earth in its own way, only, its eyes depicted a comical 'O_o', one big and one small, disrupting its otherwise perfect poise. On second glance, it seed less in accord with the heavens and earth.
The Orochi Servant didn't disperse its domain, but there was an oppressive force, more terrifying than any domain, rolling in.
Countless Undead not protected by the Army Spirit fell to the ground while charging forward, tumbling down, unable to rise again. The Soul Flas within their skulls had been extinguished.
This was the might of a Servant.
"Such an arrival is truly an arrival."
"It's not easy to co out, this ti, I will surely hunt voraciously for so blood als and deliver another painful blow to Tai Xuan, but the urgent matter at hand is..."
It turned its gaze towards Dead Bone.
It frowned slightly.
This figure, this aura... It felt vaguely familiar.
The Orochi Servant quickly denied it; it had never interacted with powerful Undead before.
On the ground, the people of the Orochi clan were cheering, kneeling in worship.
In the high sky, the majestic Orochi was roaming, and as it road, the four corners of the world beca more tangible. The entire heaven and earth seed to solidify, consolidating everything within it.
It was also at this mont that Dead Bone made its move with its sword.
"Emperor's One Sword: Disregarding space, shattering space, imparting to the enemy the ultimate death with one sword."
This sword also possessed conceptual abilities.
In terms of 'quantity', it was much more than that of Wither King Bone.
The concept of death.
The Emperor's One Sword was granted to only one target of death.
This sword could only affect a single entity but was not limited to a person or an object, or so... concepts.
Wailing Death struck down.
The target it hit was not the distant Orochi but...
The conceptual link between the arriving Orochi and its true self.
"Cut!"
Invisible, silent, formless.
The black sword fell as if nothing had happened.
But the Orochi Servant suddenly realized that the link between this divine soul incarnation and its true self had "died."
It should have been able to remain active in the outer world for several days until its allotted ti ran out and the arriving body perished, at which point this fragnt of the God Soul would return to its true self.
But now, the connection was dead.
Its arriving body began to perish, its power flowing away as if a gate had been opened.
'What has happened?'
'What has happened!'
The Orochi Servant had no understanding of what a conceptual link was, nor what it ant for a concept to die.
It roared and lunged forward.
But its form dissipated midair, scattering across the world like countless willow catkins.
Humm—
A shining God Soul fragnt erged, attempting to escape into space to return to its true self.
But suddenly, it could no longer find the coordinates to return to, the connection completely severed.
The glittering fragnt spun helplessly in mid-air until it was obliterated by Dead Bone's powerful Nine Consecutive Slashes.
Above the Undead Tide, the soul of the legion had already shattered.
The Undead continued to charge forward, engulfing the Orochi clan's heartland.
Above the tide, Dead Bone still gazed at where the Orochi Servant had perished, using various thods to scan the surrounding territory dozens of tis, until now, when it finally heaved a sigh of relief.
It had exhausted all its strength and finally repelled the formidable foe.
It pondered.
With the Great Force of Emperor's One Sword, it was not impossible to slay the Orochi Servant in one stroke, bestowing death upon it.
Dead Bone was 90% confident.
But 90% was still too little, and it didn't understand enough about the Servant.
It couldn't take the risk; it had to choose a 100% secure approach.
And the linking concept of the Orochi Servant that had just arrived was sowhat clear in Dead Bone's eyes. Your journey continues with empire
It couldn't help but go for it; it wouldn't be right otherwise.
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