Chapter 708: The Drowned Procession

Without hesitation, Thoren opened his Undead Space and brought out the undead Horn Lizard King and the undead Scorpion Men King.

The Horn Lizard King tightened its grip around its massive cudgel, while the Scorpion Men King flexed its gauntleted fists, producing a series of dull metallic sounds.

Their soul fires burned steadily in the darkness.

With the two undead Kings present, Thoren felt considerably more confident. The Storm Tyrant was already leading the way, and now he had three powerful undead guarding him.

Even if the creatures ahead proved troublesome, he had enough strength to protect himself while he looked for a solution.

"Let’s go."

He gave the command, and the undead Storm Tyrant resumed its advance.

The Horn Lizard King and Scorpion Men King followed closely behind, while the Echo Scarabs continued hovering around the open space, monitoring the movements of the creatures ahead.

Thoren stepped out of the narrow passage.

The moment he and his undead appeared, the atmosphere changed.

Clang!

The metallic sound that had been echoing across the plain suddenly stopped.

One after another, the enormous figures in the distance turned their heads toward him.

Their previous dormant movements vanished instantly, and the oppressive silence was replaced by the faint rattling of chains.

Dozens of creatures stood across the open space.

Some were enormous, towering figures wrapped in tattered robes. Others possessed gaunt bodies with rusted chains dragging behind them.

Their movements had previously appeared slow and aimless, but now every single one of them was facing Thoren.

Their attention was fixed entirely on him. Staring at the creatures, Thoren’s jaw dropped slightly.

Even though he had detected their presence through the undead Echo Scarabs, facing them directly was an entirely different experience.

The sheer number of creatures was overwhelming.

They were scattered across the sharp sand, standing at different distances from one another.

Some were partially concealed by the darkness, while others stood completely exposed beneath the faint illumination of his undead.

And among them were the creatures responsible for the metallic clangs.

Just then, a panel appeared before him.

[The Drowned Procession]

[Level: 48]

[The Drowned Procession]

[Level: 47]

[..]

Thoren stared at the panel.

For a moment, he thought he might have misunderstood what he was seeing.

Level 48!

His eyes widened slightly, and he sucked in a cold breath.

"Level 48..."

The words escaped his mouth almost unconsciously. Even though not every creature standing before him was Level 48, but most of them were.

Thoren slowly shifted his gaze across the enormous figures.

The Drowned Procession were robed giants with stone-gray skin.

Their bodies were concealed beneath layers of dark, tattered robes, making their already enormous frames appear even more imposing.

Sealed urns were chained to their wrists and wrapped around different parts of their bodies.

The containers moved whenever they shifted their weight, producing the heavy metallic clangs that had first attracted his attention.

Clang!

One of the giants took a step forward.

The sealed urns hanging from its body collided against one another, producing another deep metallic sound that travelled across the plain.

Thoren’s gaze remained fixed on them.

There was something deeply unsettling about those sealed containers. He could not determine what they held, nor did he understand their purpose, but the fact that the giants carried so many of them suggested that they were not ordinary decorations.

Quickly, his attention then shifted toward the other creatures.

The Fallen.

Their anchors remained fused to their backs, and their green eyes burned fiercely within their hollow sockets.

Their levels were between 45 and 47.

Even the weakest among them was considerably stronger than most of the creatures he had encountered earlier.

And there were dozens of them.

Thoren’s expression grew increasingly grim.

The three Fallen he had encountered inside the narrow passage had been destroyed in less than a minute by the undead Storm Tyrant.

However, those three had been isolated, and their combined strength had been insufficient to threaten his strongest undead.

This was different.

The abominations before him were gathered in dozens, and most of them possessed levels above his undead legion. Only the undead Storm Tyrant posed a threat to them.

Worse still, the Drowned Procession appeared to be an entirely different breed of enemy from the Fallen.

Thoren glanced at his undead and a flicker of confidence crept up his face.

’As long as I can defeat them all, my undead strength will rise to another level.’ He mused and a crazy grin crept up his face.

The undead Storm Tyrant remained at the front, its massive hammer resting against its shoulder.

The Horn Lizard King tightened its grip around its cudgel, while the Scorpion Men King lowered its body slightly, preparing to attack.

Their soul fires burned without hesitation.

Yet Thoren did not immediately issue an order.

The Fallen began spreading out, their green eyes fixed on Thoren. Many of the Drowned Procession also shifted their enormous bodies, causing the sealed urns around their wrists and torsos to collide.

Clang!

The sound echoed through the darkness.

Their green eyes burned fiercely as they charged toward Thoren and his undead.

Behind them, the Drowned Procession advanced at a much slower pace, their enormous bodies swaying beneath the weight of the sealed urns chained around them.

Although they were not moving quickly, the intimidating aura surrounding the robed giants spoke volumes about their danger.

"Kill!"

Thoren gave the killing command.

His undead immediately sprang into action, their soul fires flaring as they charged toward their respective enemies.

Even though his undead were fearless and knew no pain,

Thoren was not ready to lose them because of his own foolishness or arrogance. He understood that the creatures before him were dangerous, and underestimating them could cost him dearly.

Quickly, he divided into two forces.

The undead Storm Tyrant would confront the Drowned Procession, while the undead Horn Lizard King and the undead Scorpion Men King were directed toward the approaching Fallen.

Although the two Kings would not be able to easily take down the Fallen, they possessed enough strength to hold their ground against them.

And that was what he was betting on.