SWOOSH!SWOOSH!SWOOSH!SWOOSH!
A malevolent storm of darkness arose from Leon.
A hazy blurry and obscure figure of pitch darkness materialized behind Leon emitting an eerie screeching laughter that pierced one heart.
Soon hazy darkish smoke started erging from the ground that was followed by loud shrieks and panic from all around.
"KYAKKKK!"
"AAAHHH!"
"What's this?"
The deadly tired soldiers flinched and their screams of despair resonated through the space around.
As the malevolent storm of darkness swirled around Leon, many hazy, blurry figures of pitch-black materialized from the dead corpses on the ground, their form obscured by the shadows.
With an eerie screech that pierced the very heart of those who heard it, the figures emitted a chilling laughter that sent shivers down the spines of all who beheld it.
At first, it was just around Leon but soon it started to spread all around. From the ground beneath them, hazy tendrils of dark smoke began to erge, twisting and writhing like serpents as they snaked their way through the ranks of soldiers.
Panic and confusion erupted as the smoke enveloped them, filling the air with the acrid stench of decay and despair.
Amidst the chaos,innurable ghostly figures began to materialize from the darkness, their forms deford and contorted in grotesque imitation of their dead comrades with similar appearances wielding shields and swords.
Soldiers who had previously fallen in battle now stood side by side with one who left in the form of malevolent undead spirits, their faces twisted in expressions of agony and tornt.
Irina swallowed her saliva anwhile Su Lin and others close to Leon almost froze in place seeing him surrounded by figures that emitted a strong pressure.
"Leon, what is this power?"Irina's expression beca pale seeing a huge number of ghostly figures rising up."And why did you showcase your power now?"
It not only consists of the dead soldiers from their side but also the monsters from the other side.And what was shocking to her was the dead corpses still lying on the floor.
Usually a necromancer uses dead corpses to convert them undead but it seems his power was sothing different.
And this confused many. Even if they hadn't seen one, being commanders they certainly knew a thing or two about necromancers.
Leon didn't answer imdiately but kept looking in a certain direction.
Usually, Leon used to collect souls and store them in his consciousness, and when he was alone, he used his power to awaken them to prevent other watchful eyes but he couldn't carry so many souls at once.
Moreover, after coming here he found that the soul doesn't linger around for an unlimited ti after a few hours, the soul would slowly disperse and dissipate in the world.
Or accurately they would go to the next life.
As for how it occurs, he didn't know that.
So, he needs to awaken them as quickly as possible.
Secondly, there wasn't any need to hide anymore.
"That's because there is no need for more deaths. These are alone to fight him and hid army and it's enough for now and I have in a way achieved my goals."Leon muttered while gritting his teeth to contain the influx of pain.
The innurable connection that was forced into him made his vision blur and head split apart but gritting his teeth, and swallowing the pain he overca the dizziness.
In his eyes the sight of Avelin mocking smile appeared.
"He knows what he is capable of but he doesn't know what I am capable of..."
"Advance!"
As if a switch had been pressed the whole battlefield was stirred and the ground started trembling.
For a mont, the soldiers stood frozen in terror, unable to comprehend the horror unfolding before them. But as the undead ghosts began to advance, their spectral forms shimring with malevolent energy, the soldiers bounced back, their fear giving way to determination.
RUMBLE!RUMBLE!RUMBLE
With a defiant roar, the ghosts raised their weapons and charged forward, their resolve burnt in the face of this new threat. For they knew that even in the darkest of tis, they would be fighting with all their strength for their Lord who gave them a second chance.
...........
A few miles away from the battlefield stood Avelin's Dark fortress.
Avelin's dark fortress rose from the rugged landscape like a brooding monolith, and its towering spires reached towards the storm-laden skies with an air of nacing grandness.
Perched atop a jagged cliff overlooking the desolate wastelands and plains below, the fortress cast a long, ominous shadow that seed to swallow the light itself.
Four towers were placed in an array that created a mist capable of causing illusion to intruders.
The castle's walls were black as night, constructed from ancient stone that bore the scars of countless battles and the passage of ti. Gargoyles hovered around the walls, their twisted glowing eyes serving as silent sentinels guarding the fortress against intruders.
The entire wall was coordinated by an organized army of monsters walking to and fro.
As one passed through the imposing gates, they entered a realm of darkness and decay. The corridors were shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the flickering light of torches that cast eerie shadows upon the cold, stone floors.
Within the heart of the fortress was Avelin's throne room, a huge chamber adorned with dark tapestries and ominous treasures.
The throne was crafted from blackened iron and adorned with intricate carvings that depicted scenes of conquest and domination.
Throughout the fortress, the air was heavy with the scent of erosion, and everywhere the sound of monsters' loud steps echoed again and again like a deadly nightmare.
Hidden passages and secret chambers lay hidden beneath the surface, serving as shelters for Avelin's plans inside which there were barracks responsible for producing the monster troops.
Outside the fortress walls, a vast army of monsters stood ready to do Avelin's bidding, their ranks filled with creatures of high level Orc Lords and huge hobgoblins.
From the depths of the castle to the outside, his forces were quite well-maintained and coordinated.
Around 50000 troops are stationed here and prepared to go to battle at the slightest call.
Inside the room, Avelin looked at the notification panel of the death he had harvested from the battlefield.
[You've killed a Level 4. Experience points 3000!]
[You've killed a Level 4. Experience points 3000!]
[You've killed a Level 4. Experience points 3000!]
[You've killed a Level 5. Experience points 5000!]
[You've killed a Level 5. Experience points 5000]
[You've killed a Level 5. Experience points 5000!]
[You've killed a Level 5. Experience points 500]
While both sides were busy, he secretly killed many with his sneak attacks and snatched a few exp.
The reason for wasting too many troops was to devour the exp for him to Level up as the monsters were just disposable tools for him.
The air crackled with power as the experience harvested from the fallen warriors was offered up in sacrifice, their essence fueling the fire.
With each sacrifice, his martial prowess grew stronger, and his experience points increased with each passing mont.
He looked at the exp bar and saw that it was..
[60000/50000]
[Level up condition t.]
[Level up]
SWOOSH!
A sense of euphoria suddenly coursed through his body.
Avelin could clearly see that all the cells of his body started evolving and released a large amount of power.
[Level Up successful]
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