The alliance tribes left the corpses of the savages in the field and backed off like a receding tide at the signal.
The moment when the Dark Knights and Soldiers were about to spring forward as the gate opened—!
Tremendous Mana flooded the battlefield.
A whirlpool and gale raged, as dark Mana driven by black magic pressed in.
GRAAAAAWWR!
Horrible shrieks and screams of ghosts.
The area darkened and was swept over by murky clouds.
RUMBLE— CRA-CRA-CRA-CRA-CRASH!
Thunder and lightning exploded.
Right in front of the Embinyu Church’s fortress, the ground where the alliance tribes and the savages had been fighting was splitting apart. Weed extended his two arms widely.
“He’s finally coming!”
He sincerely welcomed the first monster summoned by the Power of the Deliverer.
“Come quickly!”
A skeleton wearing a robe slowly rose from the crack in the ground.
The leader of the Immortal Legion. The worst Necromancer, who had probed into forbidden domain; it was the appearance of Balkan Demoph.
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Balkan did not know of forgiveness or mercy. If the Embinyu Church didn’t spare method or means for domination and propagation, then Balkan was an entirely different being.
Subordinate to the power of darkness, he did not tolerate any living beings. A fierce hatred for the living!
A frigid chill emanated from his appearance alone. A monster of the highest rank, just his appearance made the battlefield’s atmosphere sink low. An overwhelming atmosphere rushing in like a great storm.
Weed carefully observed Balkan’s appearance. An old lich with rotting bones. From his appearance, he didn’t differ much from Lich Shire, who had been his disciple. He was slightly taller and his jawbone looked thicker, but Weed, who had personally faced Shire, could only distinguish tiny differences.
“You can really say he’s a truly rich Lich.”
Lich Balkan wore high-class attire. A bleak, black aura was flowing from his body. Made out of extremely good-quality material but shoddy because it looked like it had been used for over a hundred years, the robe would look as good as new with a little mending.
“All luxury goods are originally like that.”
He wore a crown adorned with gems somewhere atop his head. The duck egg-sized gems embedded in the crown sparkled with light. There was an eagle’s skull attached to the staff he was holding. The combination of crown and skull matched Balkan perfectly.
Even from a single glance, he could tell they were Unique items. Lich Shire had also been equipped with incredible items, but his master one-upped him.
“Magician families have a lot of money after all. But…”
There was one weapon in particular that drew Weed’s gaze. A sword penetrating Balkan’s chest! It was the only place the black aura could not cover.
Weed speculated, “Looks like the sword was stabbed in during the Versailles Continent war.” Based on the design on the sword hilt, he guessed it was the relic of the Church of Lu.
It seemed the holy sword was restricting Balkan’s tremendous black magic. Balkan was in the state of an incomplete resurrection!
“Did I bring a reject?”
While Weed was worrying a little, the alliance tribes were overcome by Balkan’s charisma and were fleeing with their tails turned.
Hidden behind the rocky mountain, Weed scrutinized the battlefield. The alliance tribes had now fully retreated.
Balkan’s gaze turned towards the nearby savages, “Worms. For the likes of you to have flowing blood and breath, I cannot believe it.”
Balkan did not ask who they were. With an extremely unparalleled, arrogant manner, he extended one hand towards the savages around him.
“Thunder Storm!”
CRA-CRA-CRA-CRA-CRAASH!
Black clouds rushed in, and countless bolts of lightning plummeted towards the savages.
The bodies of the savages, who were once living beings, simply exploded. With almost no magic resistance, the savages were being massacred.
“Return to the ground on which you once lived and moved. This place is dark. A bad and rotten land. The law of darkness that will never disappear, let it be so they can all return. UNDEAD RISE!”
Balkan’s chilling Necromancer magic began.
Doom Knights and Death Knights clattered as they rose from the pile of savage corpses. The Lich Balkan had summoned more than 100 Doom Knights over level 300!
“This land is ruled by my law of darkness. It will be dominated by an eternal, immortal strength. Dark Rule!”
The skull wand Balkan had been holding was stabbed into the ground. The earth turned dark red around that area. Then, the remaining corpses also slowly rose.
Each flash of thunder and lightning lit up a shocking scene.
There was a legion of zombies and ghouls. Countless Dullahans and Skeleton Soldiers!
“The Undead are rising. Run away!”
The few remaining savages scattered and tried to flee, but Balkan did not permit them to. He pointed a bone finger at the savages.
Then the Undead army began to slaughter the barbarians. The dead savages automatically rose as Skeletons or Dullahans.
The horrifying strength of the Dark Rule spell.
Weed, who had the Necromancer Magic Book written by Balkan himself, recognized the spell, “That’s one of Balkan’s three spells.”
It was a spell that could only be used by a Necromancer of the highest tier, a special spell which dominated the entirety of hell with magic power and raised unlimited Undead.
The savages were completely hunted down by the Doom Knights, Death Knights, and Ghouls. Raising 10 thousand Undead did not even take 10 minutes.