Cassandra had lost many skeleton soldiers in this battle, but neither she nor Roy cared much.
These low-level cannon fodder undead were really lacking in offensive means. Even with the support of magic, how much their combat power could improve was very limited.
Throughout this battle, Roy had experimented with many spells that he had not used before.
Magic power was a medium and a bridge to communicate with elements. But for non-source magic that Roy was unfamiliar with, or rather, did not use through his magic power circuit, he found them fairly difficult to use. Thanks to his powerful magic power, the spells had not failed, but the effects were not satisfactory.
Through the magic experiments in this battle, Roy found that dark curse magic was quite powerful. In the future, he could give up enhancing his troops and instead weaken the opponent directly. Then he would use powerful direct magic attacks to help the army win.
In this Ashan world, it was common for heroes to lead troops to engage in large-scale battles. Although Roy was now a quasi-lord demon, it was impossible for him to deal with a powerful army alone. If there were a large number of angels or dragons in the enemy’s army, even Roy would have to kneel. Didn’t Xeron lose his army and then was beaten to death by a group of dragons?
Therefore, Roy felt that it was necessary to gather an army, regardless of what he wanted to do in this world…
After casually cleaning the battlefield, Roy, Julia, and Cassandra quietly waited. To be honest, Roy was very surprised to run into an army led by a necromancer in the Desert of Death. He wanted to see who he had encountered this time.
On another side, Giovanni ran back like a lost dog and encountered the undead army led by Arantir.
“Death Lord!” The moment Giovanni saw Arantir, he immediately rushed forward as though he had seen his savior. “Demon! The enemy is a demon! And extremely powerful!” Arantir looked at him coldly. “Where are your troops?”
“All dead!” Although Giovanni did not see how Roy finally handled the vampires with his own eyes, seeing as his subordinates had not come, they were probably doomed. So he reported this news without hesitation.
“…” This news surprised Arantir. In fact, the unit formed by more than five hundred vampires was nominally Giovanni’s subordinates, but Arantir had already secretly controlled this vampire unit. The necromancer mark that Cassandra had encountered when she used undead enslavement was actually left by Arantir. The reason why Arantir did this was that he had long noticed that Giovanni was dishonest, so he had left a trick.
Now, the vampire unit was completely annihilated, and only Giovanni escaped. This certainly aroused Arantir’s suspicion, suspecting that Giovanni had deliberately set a trap and used the demon’s hand to eliminate the pawns that Arantir had placed beside Giovanni to monitor him… Unfortunately, Giovanni did not realize this and was still eagerly looking at Arantir, hoping that Arantir would take revenge for his subordinates.
Arantir noticed Giovanni’s thoughts and could not help but look down on him even more. After rubbing his chin and pondering for a while, Arantir said to Giovanni, “Tell me about the battle.”
Giovanni told Arantir about what happened during the battle. After Arantir heard this, his expression became a little solemn, and he sighed. “Asha above. A demon, a fallen angel, an enormous three-headed hellhound, and an archlich. Where did this enemy come from?”
In fact, Arantir had already seen the battle between Giovanni and them. The Wizard Eye he released had followed Giovanni and the others from a distance. Sighing like this was nothing more than acting.
But after all, Arantir had observed the battle through the Wizard Eye and had not truly fought Roy.
“Let’s go! No matter what, demons must die!” Arantir said firmly. “No matter where this demon comes from, we must eliminate him.”
At this moment, he had yet to obtain news from the kingdom of Bracada, so he did not know that the main culprit in the destruction of Ulambus was the demon he was about to face. But as a loyal believer of Asha, Arantir had already decided his position from the beginning. He had no possibility of negotiating and reconciling with any demon.
With Arantir’s command, all the undead flames in the eyes of the undead army behind him suddenly lit up, and then the entire army started moving silently.
With a large number of skeleton soldiers and zombies as the vanguard, countless ghosts floated three feet off the ground, and behind them were death knights exuding cold auras of death. They were riding on skeleton warhorses, and heavy black armor covered their bodies. In their hands were large swords permeating with the smell of blood. Liches in white and green magic robes followed slowly with staffs in their hands, but they were unwilling to approach the wights holding huge death scythes. Above the troops, bone dragons flapped their wings that were full of holes, bringing strong air currents as they flew forward.
In fact, judging whether a death lord was powerful was mainly based on how many undead troops they controlled. Both quantity and quality were measurable indicators. The undead that Arantir could control now were at least ten times stronger than Cassandra’s. The disparity between Cassandra and him was massive.
Giovanni looked at the undead army and felt hatred in his heart. He thought that if this army were under his control, he would not have been beaten and forced to flee by the demon. He complained, but he had never thought about whether he could control so many undead with his strength…
Under Arantir’s lead, it did not take long before this undead army returned to the battlefield. Arantir finally met Roy. “Demon, you unexpectedly didn’t escape?” Arantir, who was riding his mount in the center of the undead army, immediately sneered when he saw Roy. “Do you think you can defeat me after defeating my vampire troops?”
“Arantir?” After seeing the spider tattoo on Arantir’s forehead, Roy immediately recognized him. Among the books brought out from Ulambus, there was a biography that recorded the famous figures of various kingdoms. Roy had just seen it, and there was a record of Arantir. “It’s an insult to me for my name to come out of the mouth of a demon!” Arantir said coldly. “Demon, before I kill you, you’d better tell me obediently where you came from. I’m sure that there was no information about you in the intelligence sent from Sheogh or Eeofol. You seem to have come from nowhere! This really makes me feel uneasy.” Arantir’s tone was definitely not good, which naturally angered Julia. She drew her sword and pointed at Arantir. “Very good. I’ll return the same words to you. Necromancer, I hope your soul can withstand my torment!”
Fat Tiger cooperated with Julia, snarling and baring his teeth at Arantir. He could no longer restrain himself. There were so many bones opposite him…
“Fallen angel…” Arantir slanted his eyes at Julia and sneered. “You should worry about yourself first. Do you know how the angels in Cloud City will react to your appearance?”
Julia wanted to say something, but Roy stopped her. He glanced at the size of the undead army led by Arantir and said, “Arantir, who claims to be Asha’s Chosen, why are you talking so much? Come, let me see if Asha is really protecting you!”
After discovering that the necromancer in front of him was Arantir, Roy knew that it was useless to talk any more. This battle was unavoidable. In that case, there was only one choice left.
Don’t worry, just do it!
“Hmph. Asha uses all! The descendants of Urgash will inevitably perish!” Arantir raised his hands and prayed. Then he pointed his staff forward with his right hand. “Death legion, annihilate all enemies!”
With Arantir’s command, the gigantic undead army immediately charged at Roy and the others murderously.
Cassandra did not hesitate either. She immediately ordered the skeleton soldiers to fight the enemy… Thus, a battle that appeared to have a great disparity in military strength began…
