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"Should we engage or wait for the old geezer to assemble his full force? Wiping them out all at once would save a lot of time? It's been 5 minutes since we are waiting for his next move; I still have to attend a few meetings today," Jormungandr asked boldly, staring at the summoning sigil made by Stygian.

From which an endless stream of undead - skeletons, zombies, vampires, ghouls, and vengeful spirits - poured forth. However, the overall strength of those cannon fodder undeads wasn't very high just around Tier-1, so he wasn't worried that the puny ants could cause any trouble to them. Until now, only Stygian and the Skeleton Knight from before could pose real threats.

"Well, let's go. There's no need to waste any more time," Fenrir declared, her eyes flaring with an ominous purple glow. "The density of death energy in the surroundings is increasing with each passing second as more and more of those undead come out of the portal.

We better clean this mess quickly while they are still together; otherwise, there's a high possibility that later we might have to spend a lot of time clearing all of them one by one," As she spoke, thousands of nearby undead who had hardly walk some distance away inexplicably lost their footing, levitating helplessly in the air.

Stygian's face wasn't good looking seeing Fenrir ready to take action. He had predicted that it might take Diana some time to come, but he still seemed to underestimate her habit of being late. Even that bastard Zamta didn't reply to his call.

Thud!

Thud!

"Finally, they're here. If they had let me wait a few more seconds, I surely would have crushed their soul crystals. Those two Insolent fools are recently becoming more and more arrogant and indisciplined. After settling this matter, remind me to throw them in the dungeon for a few years so they understand who the master is here," Stygian snarled angrily as heavy footsteps echoed in the distance.

The skeletal knight beside him bowed hastily, fearing being swept up in his master's wrath.

"I told you we shouldn't have waited till now and destroyed that summoning portal as soon as it formed. Now, suffer," Maya lamented, preparing for battle as heavy footsteps resonated, giving her a bad feeling.

Fenrir sighed, shaking her head. "We neither have the power to destroy that portal nor confronting that old fiend directly was ever an option. His power far surpasses ours. If not for the fact that he probably wants our bodies and souls to make us join his undead army, we might have already been beaten by him. Mother asked us to harass him and delay time, not throw our lives away recklessly.

You lack patience, Maya."

Sigh, compared to you, I like Myne more. Although he is timid, at least he thinks before speaking," With a gesture, she directed the approaching horde of undead toward the portal, intending to crush them onto the newcomers.

"There is a reason for my impatience. I just wanted to hurry and treat my little brother instead of fooling around with you old weirdos who have nothing better to do than eat and sleep all day long..."

Maya had hardly finished complaining when suddenly a grotesque arm, devoid of skin and adorned with jagged spikes, emerged from the portal. The arm appeared as if it had undergone some kind of crazy surgery, layers of teeth divided its length, resembling multiple mouths stitched together.

This monstrous appendage alone stretched a hundred meters, sending chills down everyone's spines except Stygian's of course.

Soon, the other part of this unknown guest appeared in front of everyone, leaving them in shock and disgust.

This unknown guest was a towering nightmarish titan resembling Ymir, but as an undead being with a height of more than 300 meters. Like its arm, there was no skin on its body, only muscles and tissues, along with pointy spear-like spikes covering its body. It also had hundreds of mouths of different sizes, many of them open all the time, resembling caves.

The undead titan's original mouth was even more unique, with three additional mouths within the original one, featuring four layers of upper and lower teeth. Its two pairs of eye sockets on its flat head were empty and dark like a black hole, leaving one to wonder how it perceived the world.

Overall, except for its peculiar name, everything else suggested it was a worthy Tier-5 dark mage left-hand servant.

However, it seemed like this undead titan had some issue with its brain if he had any. Instead of going to Stygian to greet its master after emerging from the portal, it just stood in place without any intention of moving at all.

As Maya and others thought that the battle was finally about to begin, suddenly laughter erupted from the portal, and one more figure emerged, completely covered in black smoke.

"Sorry, Master. I was a bit late. I was at a critical stage of my research and couldn't reply to you instantly," Apologized Zapta, the new member of Stygian's unique tasteless ugly circus band, and hurrying to dispatch the black smoke from his body to reveal a grotesque form.

This time, what appeared in front of everyone was a demon-like being possessed of a serpentine lower body with countless writhing tentacles, a humanoid upper body with four muscular arms, and a dragon-like head adorned with crescent horns. Its sightless eyes were replaced by a gaping maw lined with razor-sharp teeth.

Its height was frighteningly tall, covering the entire portal at nearly 500 meters, making it the largest entity on the battlefield.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"No need to apologize. You are already doomed, anyway. Just wait. After this battle, I will throw both of you into the dungeon and let you clean it every day for a few years, so you two can be disciplined a bit," Stygian declared, ignoring Zapta's ugly expression.

He then closed the portal since it consumed too much of his mana, which he didn't want to waste in an unknown world about which he had no idea.

"Now, what are you three looking at? Go and deal with those three unknown bastards, but don't kill them directly. I have some use for them," Stygian commanded, waving his staff. A throne crafted from countless bones and skulls materialized behind him, a grim testament to his dark affinity.

"That throne didn't look like a comfortable from any angle. No wonder people say most dark mages are all madmen. If I had such a bad taste for chairs and were surrounded by so many ugly undead, people might also start calling me crazy..."

Bang!

Maya, who was insulting Stygian to her heart's content, was abruptly cut short as a colossal, single-handed sword, fifty meters long stopped right in front of her forehead. If Fenrir hadn't been vigilant all the time and stopped the sword at the right moment, Maya might have been directly hit in the head amid her nonsense.

"Don't let your guard down. This isn't a game," Fenrir said seriously and teleported the nice-looking sword to the location where she threw the bone dragon's head. After all, how could she let go of such a golden opportunity to make her enemy barehanded?

Robbing your enemy of their weapon is the same as reducing their strength directly by around 30%, and if the other party is a swordsman, even more than that.

The skeleton knight, who wanted to impress his master by attacking the weakest-looking opponent who was talking too much nonsense with a sneak attack, had never imagined that not only would he be interrupted by someone else, but also lose his most precious sword, which had been with him for millennia. Discover stories at empire

The blue flame in the empty eye sockets of the skeleton knight started burning fiercely like torches, as if someone had poured petrol on them, indicating his anger level, which clearly wasn't low. He rushed toward Fenrir like a rocket to reclaim his precious partner.

Fenrir, a warrior of action rather than words, met the charge head-on as well. Seeing the skeleton knight rushing toward her, she opened her mouth wide and a torrent of purple lightning erupted from her maw, aimed directly at the oncoming skeleton knight just when he was very close, so he couldn't dodge easily.

The skeleton knight seemed too confident in his own strength. Instead of dodging Fenrir's attack, he directly smashed into it, ready to show everyone his power and beat the hell out of Fenrir along the way with simple brutal force.

However, when the beam of purple thunder hit his metal armor, he finally understood the love triangle between magic, thunder, and metal. Although the skeleton knight was undead and made of bone, when he truly experienced the power of purple thunder, not only did he, for the first time in life and after death, experience what is called being electrocuted.

The searing energy coursed through his skeletal frame, shattering his metallic armour and pulverizing many of his internal structures. He was sent flying backwards, a lifeless puppet propelled by the thunderous blow, before crashing hundreds of meters away.

Stygian covered his face in embarrassment. He couldn't believe that the general he was most proud of actually couldn't even last a single attack. Although he was very happy seeing Fenrir's strength, as in the end, she is going to become his servant, but thinking that he had been raising such a useless piece of shit for centuries made him very disappointed.

"Maybe choosing necromancy as a future path at my early stage wasn't that great of a decision," Stygian thought full of self-doubt while looking at Diana, the undead full of mouths titan, who was heading toward Ymir.