Chapter 123 The Necromancer’s Legion P4

Chapter 123: 123 The Necromancer’s Legion P4

Morcant remained motionless, tall and extremely thin, with gray skin, white hair, and completely black eyes.

Andarna continued hugging Yun Che, but when she saw her brothers, she jumped for joy and excitedly waved at the five of them.

Yun Che looked at what each of them was carrying before shaking his head in satisfaction.

"Bring the corpses to me."

Eryon inclined his head.

"As you command, my master."

The bodies of Beastmen and Lizardmen were thrown at Yun Che’s feet one after another, and among them were the ones who truly mattered to the necromancer.

The dead generals.

The corpse of Kareth, the Lizardwoman with dark-blue scales and a long sword.

The corpse of Nyra, the commander wearing green-scaled armor and carrying a long spear.

Veyra, the swordswoman who had fought against Nysara and Kaelia.

Drazek, the Lizardman with gray scales and a heavy war spear.

Velka, the archer who had faced Elyra.

Draven, the Lizardman with dark-red scales, a heavy spear, and a scar running across the left side of his face.

Seryn, the Beastwoman resembling a panther, with black fur and golden eyes.

And the corpse of Maeron, the Beastman resembling a wolf, tall, thin, and muscular, whose death had come at the hands of Yun Che’s own undead and Andarna.

Eight corpses that, in life, had reached the tenth level of the Profound Nascence Realm.

The living soldiers recognized the corpses, and some of them began to retreat.

"It can’t be..."

"They’re the generals..."

"They’re dead. How is this possible?"

"Why is the necromancer bringing their bodies? Don’t tell me he’s going to..."

Yun Che remained with a faint smile hidden behind his mask, his eyes concealed by the white mask.

Then he spoke.

"You who recklessly invaded and killed my queen’s people will now experience the terror of a Supreme Necromancer."

Black energy began to envelop the corpses according to his will, while the system displayed several notifications in his mind.

An enormous amount of death energy exploded.

The bodies began to tremble.

Their fingers moved.

Their eyes opened.

Their wounds remained as they were.

Their appearances remained the same, and their weapons remained, but something had changed.

The wills and consciousnesses they had possessed while alive had disappeared, and the first to rise was the undead Kareth, her eyes empty.

Nyra rose shortly afterward.

Veyra slowly opened her eyes.

Drazek tightened his grip on his spear.

Velka held her bow.

Draven stood up.

Seryn moved her claws.

Maeron raised both swords.

All of them possessed the aura of the tenth level of the Profound Nascence Realm.

None of them possessed fear, pride, or any will of their own.

They were merely undead.

Perfect puppets.

Servants of Yun Che.

The enemies looked at them with horror in their eyes.

"This is impossible..."

Yun Che did not finish.

He raised his hand again, and black energy spread across the ground.

Soon afterward, dozens of corpses began to rise.

Fifty bodies stood upright.

The eight generals remained among them, while the other undead possessed weaker auras.

All of them were in the Profound Nascence Realm, but only in the early stages.

Fifty undead, all obeying the same master.

Yun Che looked forward.

Then he pointed toward the remaining corpses.

"Eryon."

The Lich raised his staff.

"My master."

"Raise all the skeletons you can."

"As you wish, my master."

Eryon struck his staff against the ground.

Black energy spread across the battlefield, forming a magic circle.

The corpses began to move.

Bones separated from flesh.

Skulls began to rise.

Arms were torn from bodies.

Ribs came together.

Legs were reconstructed.

And within moments, hundreds of skeletons were standing.

One thousand five hundred.

Two thousand undead skeletons, all formed from the corpses of Beastmen and Lizardmen.

Their empty eye sockets glowed with small flames of death.

Eryon slowly raised his staff.

The two thousand skeletons remained motionless.

None needed to breathe, rest, or even knew fear.

Yun Che stood before that legion.

At his front stood the six Knights of the Apocalypse.

Eryon, the Lich.

Valeria, the Vampire.

Kael, the Revenant.

Nefrava, the Mummy.

Morcant, the Soul Devourer.

Andarna, the Bone Dragon.

All of them had reached the tenth level of the Profound Nascence Realm.

Behind them stood the undead generals.

Kareth.

Nyra.

Veyra.

Drazek.

Velka.

Draven.

Seryn.

Maeron.

Eight cultivators at the tenth level of the Profound Nascence Realm.

Surrounding them were another forty-two undead spiritual-body cultivators, all in the early stages of the Profound Nascence Realm.

Fifty undead cultivators of the Profound Nascence Realm.

And behind them... two thousand skeletons.

Yun Che looked at the enemy army.

The battlefield no longer seemed to belong to the Beastmen and Lizardmen.

It seemed to belong to the dead.

Andarna’s blue flames illuminated the corpses.

Valeria smiled faintly, revealing a dark and forbidden beauty, her crimson eyes cold as ice.

Kael clenched his fists, ready and eager to lead his brothers into a glorious battle for his master.

Nefrava slowly moved her bandages, prepared to unleash terror upon those who had dared to stand in the master’s way.

She would personally teach them what pain was.

Morcant slightly opened the fissure in the center of his chest, ready to devour the souls of his master’s enemies, consuming their memories and existences.

Eryon rested both hands on his staff.

He would bring death to the fools who dared challenge his master.

The fifty undead remained motionless.

The two thousand skeletons waited patiently with their empty eye sockets.

Yun Che took a step forward, his white mask reflecting the light of the flames.

A legion formed from the dead of the enemies themselves.

A legion that had just been born on the greatest battlefield in that secret realm.

The dead were waiting for their first order.

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