Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Consider it an appetizer.

The battle below had already started, and unexpectedly, this group of adventurers, upon seeing the fourth-tier undead, upon seeing the giant skeleton, did not turn and run. They were only slightly panicked at first but quickly calmed down.

It seems this mercenary group has good mental fortitude.

While Kasm was merely watching the show, Mrs. Lisa was not pleased.

What Is going on? What had gotten into the Eagle Mercenary? If Sea Tiger was not afraid of the Death Knight, that was one thing, but his adventurers seemed to... Not panic at the sight of my Death Knight?

Had they not seen its massive body? Had they not noticed the terrifying, sharp battle axe?

Why are they not trembling at the sight of such a horrifying monster?

'Roar!

The Death Knight seemed angry too. It roared into the night sky, pounding its chest with one skeletal hand while the other gripped the battle axe, creating a howling wind as it slashed down towards Sea Tiger, the leader.

Bang!

The Death Knight's axe could split a century-old tree into a deep crater. For Sea Tiger, even if he used a shield to block, it was futile. He was knocked away like a kite with its string cut by the immense force.

Seeing this, the female sorcerer, Luna, who was the second in command of the Eagle Mercenary Group, angrily chanted, raising her staff. A third-tier spell, Ice Arrow, formed in front of her, sending a sharp frost blade shooting towards the Death Knight.

However, the undead possess extremely high resistance to magic. A third-tier Ice Arrow merely slowed it down for a moment. It shifted its target, ignoring Sea Tiger, who was spitting blood on the ground far away, and started charging towards Luna.

"Run! Avoid it!"

Even Sea Tiger, as a warrior, couldn't withstand a hit from the Death Knight, let alone Luna with her smaller stature.

The members of the Eagle Mercenary Group were loyal. A nearby member pushed Luna aside, taking the blow from the Death Knight's giant axe.

Blood spurted as the axe mercilessly tore through the adventurer.

This seemed to stimulate the Death Knight even further. It continued its frenzied roar, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep. In less than half a minute, it had killed and injured most of the Eagle Mercenary adventurers with swings of its giant axe.

From his high vantage point, Kasm was very pleased with the Death Knight's performance. It was a worthy saving relic bestowed by the great sage, capable of being summoned back to life from the compendium of recorded races.

Truly formidable.

The Death Knight was nothing special to him, but the compendium also listed undead mages, even undead lords.

If I can also bring those to life...

Just thinking about it made Kasm excited.

One can only say, the "Saving Relic" from a thousand years ago truly possesses terrifying strength.

"Darling, that's enough." Seeing that the Eagle Mercenary Group was on the verge of being annihilated, Mrs. Lisa, now satisfied, finally called the Death Knight to stop. Although dissatisfied, the Death Knight, in front of Luna and Sea Tiger, stomped another adventurer, who was barely alive, to death before retracting its axe and standing aside.

"Little girl, I remember you. When the Five Flowers Alliance went to your village for poverty alleviation, everyone was happy, except you ran away."

"Spit!* Mongrel! Not worthy of being called a human being! To speak so high and mighty about causing the deaths of so many villagers, I will send you to hell sooner or later!"

Facing Luna's spitting fury, Mrs. Lisa walked over, grabbed the young sorceress's neck with her palm, and lifted her up like a chicken.

Watching Luna gasping in pain, kicking frantically, Mrs. Lisa chuckled.

She bent down to Luna's ear, whispering in a vengeful tone, "You know~, your sister was played to death in the same way. The noble who bought her from us likes this kind of suffocation game. While enjoying it, he strangled your sister to death, Ahh~ until now I can remember her beautiful dying face~"

"You... mongrel!" Luna was choked, unable to make a sound, but her eyes still burned with anger and hatred.

"Alright, Sea Tiger, I'm asking you one last time. Where is the princess? If you keep hiding something from me, hehe, this little girl of your Eagle Mercenary Group might really follow her sister."

Mrs. Lisa used Luna to pressure and threaten Sea Tiger.

This time, she finally saw the fear and horror on Sea Tiger's face, but why did his gaze seem not to be on her, but rather above her head?

With such confusion, Mrs. Lisa also raised her head to look at the night sky, and with that look... the moon dimmed.

Not extinguished.

It was covered by a massive shadow.

The shadow soaring in the night sky, with wings made up of hundreds of thousands, perhaps even more bones, a terrifying skeletal dragon head resembling an undead ruler, its eye sockets flickering with crimson flames, exuding immense pressure.

Is that a dragon?

A... Skeleton Dragon?

Mrs. Lisa was stunned, and the imperial envoy, who was enjoying the show, was also stunned.

The only one not frozen in place was the Death Knight.

Previously arrogant and wreaking havoc among the Eagles mercenary, it was the first to have its legs give out, collapsing to the ground with a loud sound, dropping its beloved giant axe, trembling and prostrating itself on the ground, wishing it could smash its own head into the ground.

Skeleton Dragon.

Seventh-tier Undead.

The pinnacle of the undead pyramid.

Just the gusts of air stirred up by the descent of its over ten-meter-long wings made Lisa unable to open her eyes, forcing her to release Luna and use her arms to shield herself from the air currents.

With a thunderous "boom" upon landing, when she finally focused her gaze, there was no longer the Undead Warrior, only shattered bones beneath the claws of the Skeleton Dragon.

Of course.

That was not the most shocking part.

What left Lisa in a state of panic, filled with extreme fear, was the fact that as the Skeleton Dragon landed and lowered its head, there was actually a person on the back of this powerful undead creature!?

What kind of person could use a Skeleton Dragon as a mount!?

No.

That is not a person.

With blood-red skin all over, muscles bulging with patterns flowing like molten lava, exuding absolute strength.

Horns on its head fiercer than a bull's, devilish in appearance, sharp angular features as if forged from hell, armor weighing a thousand pounds, sending chills down the spine.

Enormous jet-black claws that could easily crush boulders, red and black tattered wings on its back, slightly damaged with holes, but this seemed to indicate even more so that its master had fought countless battles, experienced war, emanating an aura of endless destruction.

That, that thing is not human.

The word "demon" automatically sprang to Lisa's mind.

"A Demon!"