To a Necromancer, summoning undead and recruiting their own Skeleton Warriors is undoubtedly the first course of study. The second course is naturally the fine manipulation of undead creatures.
For a low-tier undead with low intelligence, if he is allowed to act instinctively, the efficiency and effect would be unreliable. His left foot tripping over his right foot and falling to the ground, it wouldn't be cute at all when placed on a Skeleton Warrior that is only left with bones. If it were to save a life and it disintegrates naturally, it would make one want to cry but have no tears.
Thus, I put my mind into my own undead creation. Spirit Assimilation, Spirit Synchronization, allowing the will of a Necromancer to direct the movements of the undead creation is a compulsory course for a Necromancer.
As for me, Emperor Yongye, I am at least a qualified Necromancer.
After realizing that the operating system that was designed on the spur of the moment is slow to react, messy commands and is pointing to the left and right, I naturally gave up on it and directly used the most basic undead control technique — Spirit Synchronization.
"Hah, eat my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! Although there is no dragon. "
Stepping firmly on the horse stance, with a sudden stomp, my body charges forward. My claws press against the head of Crimspur's dragon head, twisting and thick upper limbs turn into heavy cannons. Vigorous Steel Strength is on the verge of exploding.
"Break!"
With a low roar, that dragon head shatters into pieces with a cracking sound and the pieces scatter everywhere.
"Ahhhhhhh!" "Impossible!!"
The remaining two Grimm and Spann cry out in fear. He had crossed hands with Ah Dang before and he wasn't this strong, getting one of his heads blown off the moment they met.
As a former genius in swordsmanship, I have seen countless martial arts. The secret manuals of magic martial arts from another world are completely different from the mainstream martial arts of the Aichy Continent. What the Aichy Continent pursues is to improve oneself from the root, from a human to a non-human. They don't pay much attention to the minor details. On the other hand, the martial arts of this world pursues to dig out the full potential of the body, treating one part of strength as three parts of flowers. It is similar to the strength exertion techniques of the Warrior Monks, but much more superior.
The only regret is that as a magic technique, it itself lacks the support of magic power. Furthermore, it clearly requires the support of special and unique magic power (Innate Qi and Inner Qi). Thus, it has always been used as a decoration. However, with Ah Dang's Perfect Body, if he lacks magic power, he can just use his physical strength to make up for it.
Currently, this is the first time that I, who is in sync with Ah Dang, am using this perfect strength exertion technique. Seeing how powerful it is in actual combat, I am shocked.
But now was not the time to be shocked.
"Next!"
Ah Dang's four limbs touch the ground as he sprints like a violent ape. Every time he leaps, it brings about an unbearable shock to the earth. His entire person is like an unstoppable avalanche, charging faster and faster.
"Dodge!!" Grimm Spann had suffered a loss and knew how powerful it was. But compared to him, Ramstein, who was much larger and slower, was unable to dodge in time.
Ah Dang increases his speed and reaches Ramstein's side. However, he suddenly stands up like a human and his entire body turns into a cannon, charging forward like a raging bull.
"Iron Mountain Lean! Although there are no mountains! "
"Boom!"
The humongous 6-legged giant ant doesn't even make a sound as it is sent flying. Its 6 limbs dance wildly in the air, sweeping everything in its path.
The temptation of gluttony allowed Ah Dang's physical body to evolve to perfection. On the other hand, a martial technique from another world aims to bring out the full potential of one's physical body. The combination of the two causes Ah Dang's fighting prowess to soar.
When the orangutan behemoth's searchlight like eyes locked onto the last Undead Senator, the Lich Penny did not say a word and immediately escaped through a dimensional door.
Furthermore, this was an alliance of benefits. Furthermore, the Eternal Night Scepter isn't in their hands yet. Thus, the 3 Senators held back when they made their move. When Gria was clearly siding with them, in order to give face to their colleagues, they decided to fight with a peaceful fist.
At this moment, the rampaging Ah Dang is unstoppable. It is obvious that he has gone berserk. If he were to be knocked to death by this rash fool who doesn't care about their past relationship, wouldn't they be the laughing stock of their future generations?
Undead Lords and powerful races like Dragons rely on their talents to survive. In terms of realms, Little Red is only a Myth-rank below SemiGod. However, coupled with the racial talents of the Dragons, if they were to really fight, even the SemiGod Adam might not be able to do well.
Initially, Little Red alone is enough to suppress the 2 Senators. (Most of the Senators are only Saint-rank, but coupled with their racial talents and Undead army, they are able to match up to a Myth-rank) Now that the other party has the support of 2 Senators, who are ranked higher than them, it is apparent that they are unable to fight.
A wise man knows when to retreat. Undead Lords have lived for so long, it isn't enough to rely on their fists alone.
After which, seeing Ah Dang rampaging for some reason and Pani slipping away, Grimm Spann who has lived for a long time unhesitatingly brings Ramstein away. At this moment, there are still a few days left to the auction and the main show hasn't started yet. I still have to keep them as the main characters, so I don't have the intention to pursue them to the end.
"Big …" Gria is agitated and wants to say something, but she is stopped by my Phantom Sound. "Let's talk later."
When Ah Dang dispels his transformation and turns back into a bouncing little Gnome, I skillfully take out a small booklet from my back and pass it to him.
"Little brother, I see that your bones are amazing, you are a one-in-a-million genius in martial arts! The mission of maintaining the world's peace will depend on you! I have a secret manual of Buddha's Palm here. Seeing that we are fated to meet, I will give you a discount. I will sell it to you for 10 dollars. "
"Kacha." The ravenous Ah Dang swallows the secret manual in one gulp, almost biting my hand in the process. Then, he looks at me expectantly, hoping that his Ah Pa will continue feeding him.
"… You got eaten, wait, spit it out! I am just joking, I haven't left behind a copy yet and I haven't mastered it yet. This thing is a limited edition, even if I can't master it, I can still use it as a family heirloom to fool others. "
Ah Dang looks at the old fellow who is taking something out of the little Gnome's mouth with a wronged expression. If it was anyone else who dares to mess around like this, he would have swallowed them whole. But at this moment, it is his Ah Pa, so he can only do as he wishes. He looks at Big Sister Gria, hoping that she can be saved.
But at this moment, Gria who has turned back into a human is only concerned about saving her little brother. Her pair of beautiful eyes are already locked onto her Emperor. That layer of disguise is meaningless in front of her. Everything around her is ignored, her passionate gaze is enough to burn everything.
"Big … Lord, long time no see." Remembering that the Emperor is obviously in disguise and seems to be hiding his identity, Gria immediately changes her words.
Just like a young girl who is in love for the first time, the bashful Gria tugs on the corner of the Emperor's clothes. While tapping her toes lightly, she lowers her head and plays with her fingers.
Whatever 'questioning why the Emperor abandoned everything and faked his death', whatever 'mission given by Lionheart' has long been thrown to the side. At this moment, the agitated Cold-Faced Queen can't even speak clearly. A tinge of redness appears on her pale face. Her black and white eyes no longer have the unfathomable depth of the past. She only uses the corner of her eyes to stare at the heartless person in front of her, afraid that he will suddenly disappear again.
Of course, I can see that passionate gaze but I am unable to respond to it. I can only groan in my heart. Although I am indeed dead, I am not a necrophile and I have no feelings towards dead people, no, dead dragons …
"Lord?"
Just as I am racking my brains to think of a lie, suddenly, an instinctive sense of danger makes me lower my head.
At the same time, while I am immersed in the joy of meeting the Emperor, a cold wind on her back suddenly jolts her awake. Spreading her bone wings, she leaps away.
The original spot was already filled with the marks left by the Ice Blade Lines.
"Eliza, it doesn't have to be …" My surprise hung in the air. Eliza's current appearance was obviously abnormal.
His eyes were bloodshot and had a strange yellowish hue. His pupils had turned into the vertical shape of a beast. His original cold and indifferent face was gone, and scales appeared on his face. He panted heavily while staring at Gloria.
Her right arm had completely transformed into a demonic hand with orange-red scales. The small horn behind her ear was thickening at a visible speed, and the tail behind her was twisting and deforming.
"Deep devilization!! How could this be!?!? "
I hurriedly took out the Devil's Contract and found that there wasn't any problem with it. However, at this moment, without a doubt, Eliza had already broken through the seal of the contract and entered deep demonification.
"Ah ah ah ah, go to hell! Die!! Die!!! "
The frenzied Eliza leaped into mid-air and the orange-red wings on her back spread open. Then, with a sudden twist, she dived downwards and launched a suicidal attack towards Gloria.
To an ordinary person, the wind pressure from the demonified iron fist was more than enough to be fatal. Looking at this desperate stranger, Gloria frowned. She felt frustrated that her reunion with the Emperor was disrupted.
The opponent wasn't weak, but compared to her, she was still far from it. The domineering 4th Senator had never suffered a loss before. With a finger, she intended to kill the frenzied half-demon in front of her.
"Finger of Death …"
"Gray.Sin! What are you doing! "
The furious roar of the Emperor caused the fearless Gloria to tremble. The spell that she had cast halfway dispelled and she obediently hugged her head while squatting down. Her beautiful silver hair drooped onto the ground, not bothering about dirtying it. That tortoise style of defense could be said to be perfect, completely ignoring the sharp claws and threads that were about to reach her.
"Incantation of Law: Mandatory Execution!" I raised the Devil's Contract and shouted. With the support of my Soul Imprint's Heart of Justice, a 7-circle Incantation of Law was instantly cast.
In mid-air, the silver gavel descended and two silver halos revolved around Eliza and me. The Sigil of the Scales that represented fairness appeared in the sky, indicating that the contract between Eliza and me was being tested.
Following which, due to Eliza going against the contract, the scales lost its balance. A large amount of the Power of Order coiled around Eliza's body, binding her tightly. Following the requirements of the contract, it started to reverse demonify her.
However, it was a pity that the Abyss of Chaos and the Origin of Order were equal powers. In the end, the sudden increase in the Power of Order was futile. After the effects of the Incantation of Law dissipated, it could only bind Eliza tightly. The portion that had been demonified was like water that was spilled, destined to be irreversible.
Even though she was unable to move, Eliza was still glaring at Gria. Her beastly eyes were filled with killing intent. That was a deep hatred that she couldn't wait to grind her bones into dust.
"Pah." Little Red struck the back of Eliza's head, knocking her unconscious. Then, she carefully carried her up.
"Roland, it is all my fault. I forgot to tell you not to bring Eliza over. Back then, it was Gria who killed Eliza. Looks like after seeing the enemy who killed her in her previous life, the instinctive hatred in her soul was stirred up, breaking through the seal of the contract and causing her to lose her rationality."
I took over my maid, but shook my head and sighed.
"No, you didn't do anything wrong. It is all my fault, all my fault …"
…
The sleeping Eliza felt as though she had fallen into a comfortable sea. Endless powerful existences accompanied her by her side. As long as she was willing to take them, the secrets of the Abyss, limitless power, the title of a Demon would be within her grasp.
"No!" Instinctively feeling that she had more important things to do, Eliza rejected the temptation of the Abyss.
She then had one dream after another. In her dream, she was a small thief whose goal was to become the richest man in the world. She went on adventures together with her Saint Knight brother, mage sister, and idiot Adam. That small adventuring group traveled all over the world, underground, polar regions, and deserts, leaving their traces everywhere. Gradually, the noobs matured, and they became known as legends in the mouths of newbies …
Life was adventure, and adventure was also life. There were joys, sorrows, and sorrows …
There were good things that made people happy, and there were also sorrowful things that made people sad. During the journey, his goal had unknowingly deviated. Searching for treasures had become a hobby, and being the richest man in the world had become a habitual slogan.
The most important person to her was that person who always had a cheerful smile on his face, but his heart was filled with pain and worry. That foolish older brother who had always been silently sacrificing and protecting her and her other companions …
"… Eliza, Eliza, do you hear me?"
A familiar voice rang beside her ear. Eliza knew that her dream was about to end. In her confusion, the skeletal arm overlapped with the pair of warm big hands.
"… Is that Brother Rolo?" In the gap between the illusion and reality, Brother Rolo's delicate face was stunned for a moment before revealing an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
That was the look of him every time when he helped her and the idiot to clean up their messes. That year, when she was still immature, she loved to see Brother Rolo's helpless and doting look the most. Because of this, she purposely created trouble everywhere, causing Brother Rolo to drag her to apologize to one family after another.
But in the next second, the illusion dissipated. Brother Rolo's gentle smile turned into the hateful skull. Perhaps, the only thing that didn't change was the doting and joy that came from the bottom of his heart under his helpless expression.
"… Oh, so it's that bastard master."
"It's good that you are fine, it's good that you are fine. You have been unconscious for 3 days, it is normal for your body to be a little weak now. Sleep more."
After her master left, Eliza struggled to get up. Looking around, it was her own room. On the coffee table beside the bed, there was water and porridge prepared for the patient and a few plum candies.
Porridge is one of the few food that her clumsy master, just like Brother Rolo, knows how to make. Looking at the yellowish white color, it seems that she failed a few times to make the best product. As for the plum candies …
"Heh, how many years has it been since I grew up. Bastard master, you still think that I am that little girl who would obediently eat sweets when I am suffering from a fever and eat porridge?"
Even though she was complaining, Eliza gently peeled off the sugar coating and threw it into her mouth. She closed her eyes to savor the taste. It was the same sweet and sour taste that she was familiar with in her memory.
The gallery of her memories unfolded in her mind. Bits and pieces of the past flashed past her eyes. Her previous life and current life turned into real memories. In reality, the weak young lady was struggling to get up by supporting herself against the side of the bed.
"How shameful, I don't even dare to face my true self. No wonder master said that I am not fit to enter the realm of Legend. Wasn't my goal in life already set long ago? I am not the overly rational Marguerite, nor am I the cowardly Lisa. I am Eliza, the one and only Eliza. Whatever I want, I won't wait for those two foolish women to wait till the end of time. I will snatch it myself! I will snatch it myself! "
Following Eliza's vow, endless pillars of fire and a sea of ice flooded the room. But surprisingly, there wasn't a hint of heat or cold.
"The confirmation of my soul is to follow my instincts, to chase after the object of my dreams."
In the depths of Eliza's soul, a bleeding dragon head and a black beast were tearing at each other. The two beasts were frantically fighting for their lives, fighting until the very last moment, finally forming an Imprint of the two beasts biting each other.
This Soul Imprint represented the uncontrollable aggressiveness of the owner. At this moment, Eliza entered the realm of Legend.
"Plunderer, that is your name."
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