Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight
As the dust settled and the echoes of divine devastation faded, Crow stepped forward across the scorched battlefield. The land was littered with the corpses of tens of thousands of enemies—monsters that once rivaled divine beings, now reduced to husks and ash.
He raised his hand, fingers glowing with dark-purple necrotic energy.
"Grave Command: Eternal Legion."
A ripple of death magic pulsed outward.
Instantly, every fallen beast, every shadow-warped creature, and every mangled monster jerked violently—then began to rise.
Twisted forms reconstituted under his will. Gigantic hellbeasts with blackened skulls, ethereal specters wreathed in blue flame, and serpentine horrors reanimated with glowing veins of corrupted mana. All of them now moved with singular purpose—loyal to Crow alone.
Liana watched with a mixture of pride and amusement. "You're turning the battlefield into your kingdom, love."
Astrid's tail flicked as she floated beside him. "He doesn't build armies… he collects annihilation."
Crow ignored the praise. His eyes scanned his newly formed undead force.
Undead Gained:
6,000 Shadow Beast Titans (Lv 90,000+) 4,500 Void Drakes (Lv 88,000+) 12,000 Spectral Marauders (Lv 85,000+) 2,000 Ethereal Warlocks (Lv 87,000+, mages) 1,200 Bone Colossi (Lv 89,000+)
He reached into his interface and bound them all under his personal legion tag:
[Primordial Legion – Undead Wing]
He turned to his two god-ranked companions. "Next wave's in a minute. Let's make this efficient."
The air trembled again as the next dimensional rift cracked open.
Crow, surrounded by a legion of the strongest undead seen on the server, smiled coldly.
"Let's show them why death is mercy."