This was a desolate battlefield. Even though both sides had tacitly stayed away from the only buildings here, the land here was still covered in countless "moon craters". Every inch of land here had been baptized by magic countless times.
Black undead crawled out of the black soil and answered Roland's summons to return to the battlefield. However, in this "Pure Land" where there were no corpses, these seemingly ordinary skeleton soldiers were actually nothing more than puppets created from the aura of death.
These puppets didn't have souls attached to them. Not only did they consume twice as much mana, but they were far inferior to the lowest-level goblin corpses when it came to necromancy.
"Dawn, cleanse them."
All I needed to do was raise my Holy Light sword, and the light of cleansing would instantly shatter these artificial skeletons. Not only that, the tower in the distance that was faintly glowing with Holy Light would also give me power.
"I hope that Roland doesn't have good eyesight and doesn't notice that I've changed his hammer into a sword …"
At this point in the battle, my main role had unknowingly become to support the undead. With Eliza and Little Red's attack abilities, as well as Marguerite's numerous support spells, rather than using my Myth-rank power to attack, it would be far better to focus on healing and support the undead.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
Under my Holy Light, large numbers of artificial undead instantly died the moment they awoke.
Perhaps the Holy Church would call this a high-level Divine Art, Divine Sacrifice. But for me, I didn't even need to construct a Divine Art's model. All I had to do was let my Holy Light display its own characteristics, and these artificial undead would naturally be chased away.
Due to the difference in power between us, my Holy Light, which had the advantage of being able to attack later, was actually suppressed. Some artificial undead still managed to survive.
However, I didn't care. Would these low-level undead really be able to threaten these powerful individuals who were at least at the SemiGod level?
I was rather eager to see how things would turn out. Conservation was no idiot or newbie. Of course, she wouldn't have summoned these skeletons just to add to the fun of the battle.
As expected, the next instant, the black skeletons began to change.
The low-level skeletons crashed into each other. Their skeletons scattered as they crashed into each other, but they swiftly gathered together, just like a dense colony of ants crawling all over the ground.
Soon, huge white bone giants crawled up from the ground. Every part of their bodies was a collection of countless low-level skeletons.
This seemed to be the habit of ordinary necromancers, but it was fundamentally different. The bones of necromancers were pieced together and stitched together. It was just the fusion of organs and flesh.
Different organs had soul fragments of completely different origins attached to them. Naturally, it was impossible to completely fuse them together. One plus one was less than two, a hundred plus a hundred was less than one hundred and fifty, and a thousand plus a thousand was still more than one thousand. Otherwise, a simple accumulation would be enough to create a giant monster that surpassed all existences.
Super Undead creatures required top-notch materials. Even if the energy level of low-level Undead creatures was stacked up, the materials would not be able to bear it and directly collapse.
Meanwhile, Conservation's artificial skeletons had been piled together into a bone giant. Every single bone giant was purely artificial. There weren't any of the most important factors to consider when creating a large-scale undead construct. It was as if Conservation had created a set of meticulously crafted building blocks. All it took was a simple assembly for them to perfectly fit together.
Bone giants appeared out of nowhere. Their energy levels ranged from Gold to Myth rank, but we could sense that they were all complete individuals.
"Conservation is truly amazing with this technology."
Not only was Harloys's eyes glowing with light, even I was interested in this technology.
I had originally thought that I had forced the Undead Emperors to the point where they didn't have any more summoned creatures. Yet, it was now possible to create magical artificial skeletons that could then be used as a foundation to create high-level undead.
Some of these bone giants were like wild beasts, constantly roaring. Some flew into the sky and transformed into bee swarms or bone winged dragons. Some charged forward like tanks.
I believed that if it wasn't for the fact that I had dispelled most of the undead, SemiGod level undead creatures would have been created from these building blocks.
It was likely that only Conservation, who had plenty of mana to spend as much as she wanted, would be able to do something like this.
"If I had this technology, I wouldn't need to create completely artificial undead. All I would need to do is replace the connected parts with artificial skeletons, which would greatly reduce the internal conflicts between organs. No, that would actually be a waste. I could use artificial skeletons as the core skeleton and nervous system, and then choose the appropriate organs to strengthen …"
Pure warriors would only be able to see how effective this trump card would be on the battlefield. However, I could see that this would be a revolutionary improvement for undead magic. This was definitely an unprecedented invention. Even without mentioning how much it would improve undead magic, just the fact that it didn't need corpses as a material was enough to change the entire undead world.
"I absolutely, absolutely must obtain this technology."
Just as I was about to burn with passion, Marguerite suddenly teleported next to me and said …
"It's about time."
I calculated the time and felt that it was indeed about time, so I nodded. The next instant, Adam flew back with Little Red, and Eliza appeared behind me.
* Snap. *
With a snap of my fingers, we returned to that shabby Chaos Abyss hotel. It was as if the cruel battlefield from just a second ago had been nothing more than an illusion.
What was the most difficult thing to accept for a boss that had to stay in a dungeon?
Was it the enemy's excellent teamwork and disgusting healer to fight a battle of attrition?
Was it the fact that the enemy clearly had the power to fight a direct battle, but instead chose to fight a battle of attrition?
Was it the fact that all you could do was sit on your throne and watch as the enemy finished killing your subordinates, while you discussed your strategy below the stage?
I believed that the most disgusting thing of all was that no matter how much of an advantage you obtained, the enemy would instantly return to the dungeon (even if they died), and then return at full health for a second, third, fourth, and so on … for the 27th time.
That's right, this was the 27th time we fought.
I didn't have that many special privileges in the world of Hades. However, I was only able to bring people in and out of the dungeon as I pleased. As long as I used this properly, that would be my greatest advantage.
Conservation had relied on her incomplete undead body to reach Main God level. Just thinking about it made me feel that it had been a difficult journey. I respected her astonishing willpower and natural talent, and I didn't intend to cause our side to lose members for the sake of a trapped Conservation. That was why I used the most shameless tactic of all, intending to use the least amount of manpower to exhaust Conservation.
The moment we returned, Adam was sprawled on the carpet, panting heavily without any regard for his image. Little Red was holding a large vat of water, and it seemed that she had been breathing so hard that smoke was coming out of her throat … Wait a moment, where did she scam such good wine from?
Perhaps it was Marguerite, who was the only one I didn't have to worry about. She sat off to the side and recorded Conservation's power level and trump cards, as well as the weaknesses that we exposed in battle.
"Honestly, you actually have an undead Main God as your sparring partner? That's so ridiculous."
That's right, since we had a team, we naturally needed to spar with each other. Our goal was indeed to improve our teamwork in battle. We needed to understand each other's current abilities and combat habits through battle.
It had been far too long since our team had fought together … or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that we hadn't met an opponent that we needed to cooperate with. Now that we had such an excellent sparring partner, we naturally needed to use her as much as possible.
I felt that Conservation was probably in a bad mood right now. Our thoughts were all there for everyone to see. Not only were all of her trump cards revealed one by one, her abilities were also no longer a secret. She was defeated … and humiliatingly defeated by a group of opponents who were individually weaker than her. It was only a matter of time before she lost.
After we finished fighting, we could eat, sleep, and rest. However, Conservation would need to clean up the mess and prepare for the next battle. If we were at a disadvantage or had a sufficient advantage, we could easily retreat. However, Conservation would need to persist to her absolute limit. If it wasn't for the fact that her mana seemed to be limitless, she would have likely lost long ago. After fighting so many battles, I had more or less figured out the truth behind why her mana was limitless.
"You intend to grind a Main God to death just like that?"
"Of course, even if she still has mana, her stamina and mental energy will also have their limits. Both of us are at different levels of tension. She doesn't have any teammates, so she'll need to constantly be on her toes. As her concentration drops, it'll only be a matter of time before she reveals a fatal opening. "
There were some things that I didn't say out loud. Only by slowly forcing Conservation to her absolute limit would she reveal even more of her trump cards. As a powerful individual who had become famous even before modern human society, Conservation had accumulated quite a bit of knowledge. Just that artificial skeleton from earlier would be enough for me to research for several decades.
For mages, a critical research result would be far more tempting than any treasure that could be obtained from a monster. Every time Conservation revealed her trump cards, Harloys and I would benefit greatly.
Perhaps it was still impossible for us to understand how Conservation was able to accomplish such a feat. However, we often collected samples and research methods, as well as the foundational magical knowledge that Aso had left behind for me in the Undead Republic, which provided us with a direction in which to restore Conservation's power. As long as we truly defeated Conservation, we would naturally be able to learn all of her secrets.
Another benefit I obtained was probably the Dawn holy sword at my waist. Not only did my holy sword not show any signs of being overly exhausted, it even seemed to be replenished as it became more and more effective.
I drank some water and wiped my mouth. It was about time to end our break.
"You've rested enough. Let's continue for twenty-eight matches. This time, Adam and I will act as the vanguard and give her more pressure. If she focuses all her attacks on me, I'll teleport out and then come back. You don't need to worry too much about her. Marguerite, duplicate more cannon fodder and stall Conservation's summoned creatures. Little Red, Eliza, are you still able to use that magic fusion spell from earlier …? "
Perhaps even more disgusting than an unkillable meat shield would be a meat shield that would automatically teleport away after a certain amount of damage was dealt …
As we made all sorts of battle strategies, the weaknesses that we revealed would either be fixed in time, or our companions would make up for them. Our combat strength was truly increasing, and before I knew it, I seemed to have become the team leader of this team again.
"Take it easy. Don't force her too much. It's so rare to have such an excellent opponent. Let's do our best to fight a full hundred matches!"
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