Chapter 55: Baited by Death, Broken by Undeath

Even now, he could feel its faceless gaze drilling into his skin.

Watching.

Waiting.

The thought alone was nerve-shattering.

Still, Thoren did not falter.

Raising his hand, he summoned his undead legion.

This time, he did not summon the weak.

Only Level 10 and above answered his call.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the chamber filled with hundreds of undead warriors.

They formed a tight formation before him, weapons held firmly, their hollow eyes blazing with eerie soul fire.

Undead Stonewall warriors stood at the forefront, their massive frames forming a wall of death.

For the first time, a flicker of shock crossed the royal Stonewall warrior’s face.

“Human…” it rumbled, its voice deep and grating like grinding stone.

“How dare you turn my tribe into your servants?”

Rage twisted its expression, madness boiling beneath its hardened skin.

Whoosh!

In a blink, it crossed the distance.

“I’ll make you pay!”

Its fist came crashing down.

Bang!

Dozens of undead warriors were pulverized instantly.

Stone shards exploded into the air, fragments scattering violently as deep cracks split the ground beneath the impact.

Yet the royal warrior did not pause.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each punch descended like divine punishment.

Undead bodies shattered into dust.

This was not a battle.

It was decimation.

The undead legion stood no chance.

Thoren retreated swiftly, boots skidding as the ground trembled beneath him.

This was unlike anything he had ever faced.

Clenching his teeth, he summoned two hundred more undead Stonewall warriors.

The chamber flooded once again with undead minions, surging forward without fear.

They clashed against the royal Stonewall warrior in a desperate wave.

But to the royal warrior…

Their attacks were nothing more than a nuisance.

A tickle.

Unbothered, it continued to punch them into dust, its laughter echoing through the chamber as the portal behind it continued to expand.

And somewhere behind it all.

The statue watched.

Hungry.

Thoren knew his Level 10 undead legion could not stand against such a ferocious existence. The difference in raw power was simply too vast.

Yet instead of panic, his mind raced with calculation, gears turning rapidly as strategies formed one after another.

Within seconds, a plan solidified.

A confident grin twisted across his face.

’Let’s see who stands last…’

His eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit.

Whoosh!

Higher-level undead began to materialize before him.

A Level 13 Fire Mage Skeleton emerged first, its skeletal hands already glowing with condensed flames.

Beside it appeared a Level 13 Knight Skeleton clad in battered armor, shield raised high.

A Level 13 Warrior Skeleton followed, gripping a heavy blade, while a Level 13 Hunter Skeleton formed at the rear.

But Thoren was far from finished.

Moments later, Level 13 and Level 14 Undead Stonewall Warriors stepped forward, their massive frames radiating oppressive pressure.

Their stone spears gleamed faintly as soul fire burned fiercely within their hollow eye sockets.

Quickly and efficiently, Thoren divided the high-level undead into three distinct groups.

Each group would attack from a different angle.

Simultaneously.

Whoosh!

The instant the high-level undead entered the battlefield, the flow of combat shifted subtly but decisively.

A blazing fireball roared through the air toward the Royal Stonewall warrior.

Sensing the incoming threat, the creature let out a furious howl and swung its claw.

Bang!

The fireball was cleaved cleanly in half, its flames dispersing harmlessly.

But at that same moment.

From the left flank, Level 13 and Level 14 undead warriors struck together.

Bang! Bang!

The coordinated assault disrupted the creature’s rhythm, forcing it to stumble backward.

Though its thick, hardened muscles absorbed most of the damage, shallow flesh wounds still formed across its stone-like skin.

The attack, however, was far from over.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Another fireball streaked forward, aimed directly at the creature’s face. Forced to defend once more, it raised its arms instinctively.

And in that fleeting instant.

Three high-level undead attacked from behind.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A miserable, soul-rending scream tore from the Royal Stonewall warrior’s throat. It spun violently, unleashing a devastating punch in retaliation—but it was too late.

Another high-level undead was already positioned behind it.

Ahhh! Ahhh!

Its screams echoed throughout the chamber as rage twisted its expression into something monstrous. In fury, it slammed its foot down, kicking outward in a wide arc.

Under the terrifying force of its strike, several weaker undead were shattered instantly, bones and stone fragments scattering across the battlefield.

Its burning gaze locked onto the Level 13 Fire Mage Skeleton.

With a thunderous roar, it charged.

Each step crushed multiple low-level undead beneath its feet, reducing them to dust.

But in its fixation on the perceived greatest threat, the Royal Stonewall warrior made a fatal mistake.

It had forgotten the two high-level undead still closing in from either side.

Or perhaps it hadn’t forgotten.

Perhaps it was simply overwhelmed, forced to choose a priority target amid relentless pressure.

Either way…

That choice doomed it.

Unbeknownst to the creature, the Fire Mage Skeleton was nothing more than bait.

A carefully placed lure.

Just before the Royal Stonewall warrior could close the distance, two powerful undead appeared directly in its path.

They were towering, imposing figures, their massive forms radiating deadly intent. Hollow eyes burned with feral soul fire.

The two Level 16 High Noble Stonewall warriors struck at the same time.

Boom!

A deafening sound echoed inside the chamber as the royal stonewall tribe warrior was sent flying.

Its chest caved in. Some of its bones shattered and a miserable scream escaped from its throat.

It crashed heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater.

Crack spreads on the altar.

The faceless statue trembled.

For a moment, a deafening silence reigned over the chamber.

Huh!

The royal stonewall tribe warrior puked a mouthful of blood and released a frenzy howl.

From the crater, it rose slowly. His gaze locked on the two Level 16 High Noble.

Suddenly, its body began to change.

From its body, a strong pulsating sound echoed.

Its body twisted.

Its muscles moved as if each were alive.

Behind, a serpentine tail began to grow.

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