Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As Sven spoke, the ground beneath his feet trembled. Streams of gray air currents covered the ground like long snakes. The soil covered in snow was pushed aside as skeletal arms stretched out from within the earth.

Soon, those skeletons crawled out from the ground. Some of those white skeletons still had some flesh on them, while others decayed until only clothes were left. They held rusty s.h.i.+elds or swords in their hands as they surrounded Sven.

Sven coughed twice as a dark aura flashed across his face; he looked pained. However, it only lasted for a second before he suppressed it and tapped his crutch.

Thump!

The skeleton soldiers around Sven raised their swords in unison. Scarlet flames burned in their deep eye sockets as they roared toward the sky.

There were more than 20 skeleton soldiers, and a few of them were still quite fresh. They wore the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang's uniform and emitted the aura of bronze-tier warriors. Those skeletons were the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang member that Sven had killed the previous day. After he received the information he wanted from those men, he had killed them and turned them into his followers.

The dead would never lie, and corpses had the most reliable information. That was what Sven thought.

“Summoning the undead—what method is this?”

Allen, who had dived down, saw the change, and he stopped in mid-air. His scalp was numb. He had heard that when one cultivated combat aura to the extreme, it could have an effect comparable to magic. Some special combat aura had their own ability; for example, Nightingale's shadow transformation ability. That was the first time he had seen someone control the undead.

The man was a silver-tier elite, and he was much stronger than an ordinary silver-tier warrior as he had a group of skeleton underlings.

“The undead army that our master summoned can preserve the strength of the dead just as when they were alive. Furthermore, those undead soldiers will never die as long as our master remains alive, not even if they're burned or hacked into pieces.”

“No matter their strength, what can they do against an enemy that can't be killed?”

A few bandits from the Shabby Bandit Group brandished their swords and shouted. At the same time, they stepped far away from the nearest skeletons. They knew their master's strength; he would control an area of about 100 meters. They would become part of his undead army if they died there.

“Bunch of idiots! If you don't want to die, then shut up!”

Sven looked at his subordinates with dissatisfaction as he berated them.

It was a battle of wits; whoever had more hidden trump cards would win. Who would reveal their trump cards to the enemy right from the start? However, that was also good.

Sven walked forward with more than 20 skeletons by his side. “Well, you have seen my strength. It is not too late for you to regret your decision now.”

He thought Lady Gluttony should have fought with that mysterious, strong man from Blackmoon Castle; he could benefit from that fight. If he fought with that man and consumed too much energy, he would not be able to keep Lady Gluttony at bay.

He believed that his opponent would make the right choice after they saw his strength.

“It's not that I regret it; I just feel that it's quite troublesome.”

Allen scratched his head as he threw Veigar's body to the side casually. Then he revealed the dark golden glove that covered his right hand. The inconspicuous glove began to change; black thorns started to grow from his fingertips.

Troublesome?

Sven had used all of his strength to summon a legion of undead, but the man only felt that it was troublesome.

Sven's eyes narrowed. He could summon an undead army because of the combat aura he cultivated and the staff in his hand—the Undead Calamity.

His combat aura and staff were found in a mysterious underground ruin that led straight to the earth's core. There were countless layers, and each layer was filled with numerous skeletons, both human and magical beasts.

He found the staff and combat aura cultivation technique in the first layer. However, they were all incomplete. There were seven holes on the Staff of the Undead Calamity, which should be used to house gemstones. However, there was nothing on them now.

He had also gone down to the second layer to check. However, the guardian skeleton there had changed from bronze to silver-tier. He was not a match for it at all. He was certain that there must be something better on the second layer, so he memorized the location of the ruins. He was prepared to wait until he was stronger before he went to investigate it again.

As for Allen, the incomplete silver-tier Undead Calamity staff was enough to deal with that man.

“Attack!”

Sven shouted to direct more than 20 skeletons around him to charge at Allen. Then, his gaze fell on Lady Gluttony. He wanted to be on his guard so that she would not take the opportunity to ambush him.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of bones breaking suddenly came from in front of him. Sven turned his head and saw a shocking scene. It was as if the bronze-tier skeletons were as fragile as paper in front of Allen. He had destroyed them very easily with his Golden Gloves, which completely absorbed the skeleton's flesh and blood. It was as if its bones were detached. It could not walk steadily even after it had rea.s.sembled.

On the contrary, the red patterns on Allen's gloves became brighter and brighter. It was as if they were human blood vessels.

“This is…silver-tier equipment?”

Sven determined that his opponent's gloves were not an ordinary weapon. At the very least, they were silver-tier equipment.

“You were the one who attacked me just now. Now it's my turn.”

Allen used his fist to push the skeleton in front of him aside. He rushed toward Sven and punched him in the chest. Sven retreated abruptly and used the crutch in his hand to block Allen's attack.

The crutch was bent at a strange angle with a creak. Sven spat a mouthful of blood and retreated a few steps backward. With a puzzled expression, he said, “This person has great strength.”

An ordinary silver-tier warrior's strength should be around 3,000 catties. He sensed that the other party's strength was above 5,000 catties.

Allen was also very puzzled. He stared at his own hand and said, “This is the gold-tier weapon that Young Master Watson had given me. How could it not break the old man's crutch? Is the crutch also a gold-tier weapon? Then I must obtain it for Young Master.”

As he spoke, Allen took another step toward Sven.

Sven wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and waved at his subordinates. “Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and attack him.” Then, he looked at Lady Gluttony and said, “Are you only going to stand by and watch the show? If you continue to do that, then I won't be able to accompany you.”

“Hmph…” Lady gluttony snorted noncommittally. She gestured at her subordinates with her chin and said, “Attack.”

More than a hundred women in black veils and masks took their daggers from their thighs and went forward quietly. Together with Sven's Shabby Bandit Gang, Veigar's Storm Bandit Gang was sandwiched in the middle. They knew that their boss had died, so they were treated as the abandoned children. However, since there were blades behind them, they could only brace themselves and charge forward.

Nearly 400 bandits charged forward at the same time. The chaotic footsteps shook the ground as countless blades, and combat aura smashed onto Allen's armor; they made a clanging sound. They continued to push him back; his face was bloodied even though a small portion of the attacks flew past his head.

Among the 400 bandits, there were dozens of bronze-tier warriors. Allen would not be able to deal with them even if he was a silver-tier warrior unless he flew into the sky. Once he had the momentum to take off, Sven and Lady Gluttony would join forces to force him downward again.

Allen gradually fell into a disadvantageous position; he looked bitter. The bandits who attacked him also looked bitter. What kind of monster was that man? Why was his armor not damaged after such a lengthy fight?

Ordinary silver-tier warriors would have died under those attacks.

Just as they were about to put in more effort, the child who had spoken poked his head out from the wall again. He said, “It seems like Allen has fallen into a bitter battle. You guys should go and help him.”

A flurry of voices followed closely behind.

“Allen can't do it either.”

“He only managed to hold on for such a short while. He shouldn't be the team leader anymore.”

He had managed to hold on for more than a minute as 400 men attacked him. If his strength were not enough, then could another person endure the same treatment?

The bandits who heard that raised their heads saw a scene that they would never forget. They saw warriors in similar silver-tier armor flew into the sky; there were about 50 of them. Different colored combat aura wings flapped on their back—it sounded like thunder—as they cast mottled shadows on the ground.