The entire sky was filled with dark clouds. It seemed that it was only natural that one wouldn't even be able to see their own fingers when fighting against a boss of this level.
Black dust floated down from the sky. The dust had a slightly corrosive smell, and it was obvious that it wasn't air that was healthy. Even the complex three-dimensional magic formation in the distance could be seen here. The SemiGod Undead who was floating in midair was currently controlling a forbidden spell that would take away lives.
Before me was a boundless sea of undead.
Aso naturally had something to rely on since he dared to directly cast a forbidden spell. Thanks to the two Undead Lords slacking off, the undead army had accumulated to such an extent that they occupied the majority of this space. The result of repeated training and reorganization was that these undead were now ready to become killing machines for the final battle.
When the SemiGod undead descended, all noise and delays disappeared without a trace under the gaze of an Undead Emperor. Under the leadership of a lich and an Undead Knight, the undead army finished forming a battle formation and directly headed for the frontlines.
The skeleton soldiers who had no restrictions were thrown to the forefront. Their tiny souls were now filled with nothing but the desire to destroy everything. An endless sea of skeletons charged at the enemies, enjoying the time to kill or be killed.
The entire world was filled with the sound of bones colliding with each other. Because the skeletons were too low-level, the loss of them was not painful at all. Most of the skeletons that were teleported over were these low-level skeletons. Their numbers could no longer be described as endless. What came into sight was a horrifying pile of gray bones. The sound of bones cracking was the angry roar of this silent army as they slaughtered.
An ordinary skeleton soldier wouldn't even be able to defeat a mildly trained farmer. However, one definitely couldn't underestimate the sea of skeletons. That endless sea of skeletons would forever be the most feared part of the undead army. As long as there were enough of them, even ants could devour elephants. And, I could faintly see that there were some special skeleton soldiers mixed in with high-level commanders, ready to deal a fatal blow to the careless at any moment.
The sea of skeletons, which made up more than ninety percent of the undead army, spread out just like that. Dangerous skeleton archers, skeleton mages, skeleton knights, skeleton assassins, skeleton giants, and deformed bone beasts were mixed within the sea of skeletons. This earthshaking army was more than enough to make even the bravest of heroes tremble in fear. Meanwhile, the dead would become new members of this sea of skeletons. In history, countless powerful countries and heroes had fallen to this sea of skeletons.
But today, they met the most dangerous enemy of all. This was an existence specifically created to deal with this low-level sea of undead.
Humility of the Seven Virtues, Jill …
The young purple-haired Wood Spirit stood at the very front and looked at the sea of skeletons with a displeased expression. Then, it dissipated in the wind and turned into a purple rhizomatous plant that swelled in the wind.
Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters … The top of this plant had already reached the clouds, just like a vine from a fairy tale. But, the next moment, this plant bloomed.
Countless seeds exploded onto the ground, then took root, sprouted, and bloomed again. In a short moment, a field of flowers appeared in the path of the sea of skeletons.
"Cluck!"
The seeds were buried deep in the ground due to the repeated popping. The sunflower that suddenly popped out of the ground actually opened its mouth full of sharp teeth. Countless skeletons were suddenly devoured by the Earth Devourer, which suddenly split open and swallowed the nutrients in one gulp. The parasitic vines also reached out and enjoyed the bone-filled fertilizer. The scene at Red Maple City replayed itself as the frightening man-eating garden reappeared.
Just like my Seven Original Sins which were undead, the Seven Virtues also had their own species. They were all wood spirits, but the difference between them and ordinary wood spirits was probably the same as the difference between the Seven Original Sins and ordinary skeleton soldiers … Fine then, it could be said that they were similar in appearance, but they were completely different existences inside.
"Modesty" was born in order to deal with "Pride" Omar's sea of low-level and mid-level skeletons. Modesty's current "Modesty" was no longer an assassin who could only ambush from the shadows. She had now transformed into a moving fortress for the wood spirits.
The man-eating flowers and magical vines were only the garden's old guests. Suddenly, a wall of nuts appeared, peashooters that spat out various types of bullets, and various types of soldiers from "Plants vs. Zombies" could be found here. But, every magical bullet was capable of blowing up a large number of undead. She was using a sea of magical plants against a sea of skeletons, using slightly higher quality to fight quality, dragging the battle into a battle of attrition. She used the souls she stole to constantly replenish the plants' nutrition. This was Amelia's "Humility".
After this garden was unfurled, several large cracks suddenly appeared on the ground. Several gigantic stems crawled out of the cracks and spat out various gigantic strengthened shells and magical plants as reinforcements.
"They're here, they're here!"
"For Mother!"
One wood spirit after another cheered as they jumped into their gigantic strengthened shells. With the support of the garden and the support of the Mother Forest, the mountain giants and plant war puppets that resembled prehistoric monsters stood up and began attacking the undead despite the restrictions of the garden.
The skeletons and plants fought, the liches and peashooters shot at each other, and the Abominations and vines began melee combat. The green giants went berserk and stomped a large number of undead to death, only to be attacked by a bone dragon that suddenly swooped down.
The battle reached a stalemate. It seemed like the wood spirits still had the advantage, but I knew that the undead still had the advantage.
Most liches and liches were hiding in the safety of the rear. They were either doing their best to summon new undead from other Undead Planes, or summoning new undead on the spot. There were also some who cast negative energy magic on the undead to recover from their injuries. Most high-level undead such as the Death Knight stood guard in front of Aso as backup.
If this was the final battle, such a strategy would obviously be too conservative. However, I could understand their choice. After all, the wood spirits' goal was simply to stall for time!
The Final Song of Souls was a strategic forbidden spell that could open a portal to the Undead Planes and summon countless souls and negative energy to cleanse the world. The moment this spell was cast, everything within the spell's range would transform into a pool of negative energy. All living beings would be repeatedly bombarded by instant death magic and finally become one of the millions of souls.
This spell had only been cast three times in history, and it had caused over a million deaths. It was the signature forbidden spell of the Desecration Plane's Emperor Aso.
What I cared about the most was how long it would take for him to cast this spell. After all, we would all die once he finished casting the spell.
As for me …
"I'm riding on a girl, holding a girl in my hand, and leading a group of girls in a charge. I suddenly feel like I've become a winner in life … Ah, don't bite me."
Alright then, I didn't even get to enjoy myself for two minutes as I watched the battle below me. I wondered what it felt like to be suddenly bitten by a weapon I was holding. This was probably the only experience in the entire world.
"Can you be a little more serious? We're at war!"
It was no wonder that Gria was so angry that she was grinding her teeth. Gricasio wouldn't be easy to deal with. Two gigantic bone dragons suddenly clashed together, and her recently polished finger bones were now covered in cracks. She felt like she was going to die from heartache.
Aerial squadrons' advantage was their high-speed aerial attacks. The moment I appeared, I was surrounded and attacked by several bone dragons led by Gricasio.
"Hey, long time no see, Gricasio. You've actually changed your personality? What, you're enjoying being the dog of another Undead Emperor? "
How could I possibly let go of the familiar fear in Gricasio's soulfire? This sly old dragon was actually willing to risk his life for me, which was obviously quite surprising. Still, I guessed that dogs couldn't change their habits, so Gricasio was most likely a hidden danger.
"… Your Majesty, how could you say that about me? Aren't I just scouting out the path for you? I've already helped you find out information and secrets about those SemiGod undead! "
Was Gricasio betraying me on the battlefield? I had once again underestimated how shameless he could be. He was completely shameless.
To be honest, even though I already knew that Gricasio had no morals at all, I was still rendered speechless by how shameless he was in his soul language.
Gricasio was at least an Undead Lord, and he was also the First Senator and the strongest individual in the Xiluo Empire for so many years. How could he be so shameless?
"You also know that I don't have much ambition. Serving you is doubtlessly the best choice."
From Gricasio's perspective, this was the truth. As a rare existence who had no faith or honor, his only goal in life was to live a good life. Pursuing power was only a way to ensure that he could live comfortably.
"If I can survive just by sucking up to someone powerful, I'll only lose some face. That's such a great deal."
When Gricasio was still alive, he was an incredibly unique gold dragon. He didn't have the sense of justice or busyness that other gold dragons had. Instead, he spent all his time thinking about how to live longer and how to live comfortably until the end of the world.
That was why he was willing to become a steed in order to suck up to the God of Holy Light. Later on, during the Yongye era, he sucked up to me. But when he finally became the most powerful person in the world, he actually began to idle around and waste away his time.
The Undead Emperors who joined the Undead Planes only felt that the Undead Emperors were powerful enough to rely on. It was also because the Holy Light was shining down upon the mortal plane right now. As undead, joining the mortal plane would basically be suicidal. But now, the situation was different.
The Undead Emperors intended to invade the mortal plane, which would doubtlessly mean that they would start a large-scale war. Gricasio, who was able to move about freely in the mortal plane, would likely become the vanguard. As an old bone dragon who believed himself to be a pacifist, this was far too dangerous … and far too unjust. How could he allow this?
Gricasio had also heard about what happened in the Northlands. From various signs, he could already see "that person's" familiar scheming methods. He heard that the undead were now capable of living under the sun. In that case, perhaps the Holy Church would no longer be his only choice, and he would be able to choose the most relaxing way of living.
Perhaps he would one day be able to openly lie down on the streets and bask in the sun. That would definitely be a super comfortable sleep.
"Your Majesty! I'm here at the request of all the Undead Emperors. As long as you give this old dragon a safe territory and try not to send this old dragon on the frontlines, this old dragon will be willing to risk his life for you. Besides, you also need my help right now. "
I never expected that an immemorial bone dragon would be able to smile in such a perverted manner. Behind him was a black magic array that was growing ever larger. Lord Aso's forbidden spell would always be a dangerous countdown to his death.
"Gricasio, you bastard! You're the Dragons' shame! Can you at least have some dignity as a Dragons!? "
Even though Gricasio's betrayal on the frontlines had been beneficial to us, Gricasio was so shameless that even Gria couldn't stand it.
"Living is better than a good death. Little Gria, my heroic and famous peers from back in the day are all dead now. I, the shame of Dragon City, am still alive and well. What's dignity? Can it be eaten? What's the Dragons' dignity? Can it make me immortal? I only have one question. Can so many complicated things really make me immortal? "
Gricasio's words were so logical that I was rendered speechless! Gricasio's shameless words caused Gria to pause in surprise. Or perhaps I should say that she was stunned by his shamelessness.
"Alright, show me your sincerity. How about, after this matter is over, how about you become my mount in the future?"
As for me, I welcomed someone who knew how to adapt to the situation.
"I knew that Your Majesty would be magnanimous! Mount? Fine, fine, I'm the best at that! I also have a saddle as a souvenir from Luoxi. I guarantee that it'll be really comfortable to sit on. "
The delighted Gricasio immediately turned around and crashed into the other bone dragons. His dragon breath viciously shot towards his own army. Even the silent undead army was in an uproar.
This sudden change in the situation caused Feyman's jaw to drop in fright. There had been no prior warning of this at all, and the Death Knights that suddenly surrounded him doubtlessly showed how difficult his current situation was.
Aso, who was in the distance, chuckled. Undead Emperors were never trustworthy people, so of course Feyman would be on his guard.
Feyman didn't stop chanting his incantation. He reached out with his finger, which was filled with the dense power of death, and lightly pointed at the air.
"Roar!"
Gricasio's magical accessory that he had obtained from Undead Emperor Feyman exploded. He was injured by the sudden explosion and fell from the sky, smashing a large number of undead to death and creating a large hole in the ground.
"Emperor Feyman's divine might!!"
"Damned Gricasio! I knew he couldn't be trusted! "
"Milord, please understand. I didn't know anything about what happened to Gricasio. I'm wholeheartedly following you!"
Feyman and his boot-licking subordinates didn't notice that Aso's face was filled with displeasure as he was eager to regain his recognition. That explosion was far weaker than he had expected, but the powerful bone dragon had fallen far too quickly and landed far too badly.
At this moment, I was also slightly astonished.
"That sly bastard."
Just like Aso, I could tell that there was something fishy about Gricasio. Gricasio had been faking his fall!
"So shameless, so despicable, so perverted, so shameless! How can a dragon be so impolite to Gricasio!?"
Gria was also furious. She was also a Myth-ranked bone dragon, so of course she could tell that there was something fishy about Gricasio. Not long after, "A dragon can't be so impolite to Gricasio" became a famous phrase, just like "A dragon can't be so impolite to Ömdiroken."
"Forget it, I shouldn't have counted on this bastard from the very start. Who would dare to use such a mount? "
I looked in Gria's direction, and Aso also happened to look in my direction. There was no need to hide his murderous gaze at all. What came next was going to be a tough battle.
And so, I pointed my thumb at my neck, indicating that I was going to be beheaded.
"Senior, let us kill to our heart's content."
I used this method to express my respect to Aso as a junior. Aso responded to me with soundless laughter.
"Death shall accompany us for eternity! And you shall be the first to embrace death. "
"Senior, please speak like a human."
"Brat, you're dead for sure!"
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