As long as they fully assimilate it, they can make a coback, reincarnating as an Undead God.
Unlike Gaven, they have no such concerns or taboos. They would unhesitatingly fuse their souls with the Undead Artifact, even if they are controlled by it, happy to beco its puppet incarnation.
"Die! All of you die!"
When enemies et, their eyes blaze with hatred, even more so in the face of absolute gain.
The Burning Flas Queen unleashed her greatest strength, like a madly swirling firestorm. Anyone within would uncontrollably ignite, turning against their comrades and attacking them until death.
Mass Soul Infusion!
A signature ability of the Burning Flas Queen.
The Great Disenchantnt!
The Corpse King showed no surprise at the appearance of the Burning Flas Queen and responded with a Ninth Ring Spell, a Great Disenchantnt empowered by a tamagic Feat of Instant Casting.
This spell, known as Magic Duncan’s Great Disenchantnt, or Magic Duncan’s Great Disenchantnt, was invented by Magic Duncan, the first Legendary Mage of the Greyhawk Plane. Once created, it spread widely across the Multiverse, proving its power.
The effect of this spell is similar to Dispel Magic, but it’s much more than just removing magic.
It directly destroys the source of the magic, be it the spellcaster or the Magic Item, and is extrely effective against ghosts like the Burning Flas Queen.
In a way, the Burning Flas Queen is a unique form of magic.
The Burning Flas Queen understood the severity but didn’t evade; instead, she manipulated a burning Zombie Giant to charge straight into the Great Disenchantnt.
With a hiss, the burning Zombie Giant turned to ash on the spot.
But this was not the end; the grey light of the Great Disenchantnt, carried by the burning Soul Fire, spread toward the Burning Flas Queen.
Without hesitation, the Burning Flas Queen sent the second, third... until the fourth Zombie Giant, finally depleting the grey light.
The Burning Flas Queen seized the opportunity to pounce on the Corpse King.
The Corpse King split into eight, either charging at the Burning Flas Queen or the War Ravager, standing in place to cast spells, or escaping into the distance.
Each one was vividly lifelike, indistinguishable from the real.
This was an upgraded version of the Mirror Image Spell, the True Mirror Image.
Each is real, each is fake, interchangeable at will.
The Burning Flas Queen dared not be complacent and charged at those casting spells, leaving a Lich to cast spells was a disaster, and the recent instant Great Disenchantnt was proof, a slight misstep could disintegrate her to dust.
Without a doubt, the Burning Flas Queen lunged in vain.
All of the Corpse Kings finally converged before the War Ravager; his ultimate goal was the Undead Artifact. The recent move was an open stratagem, insoluble.
If the Burning Flas Queen obstinately blocked the Mirror Images charging toward the War Ravager, those casting would turn into true bodies, and waiting for her would be more powerful magic.
Once the Burning Flas Queen was fiercely destroyed, the Undead Artifact would still fall into his hands.
It’s mine, the Undead Artifact is mine.
The Corpse King scread madly in his heart; the Undead Artifact was within reach, and he could clearly feel its imnse undead waves and unimaginable Divine Power concentrated on it. He hadn’t felt such strong Divine Power waves even from the Ghoul King before.
Faced with the temptation of becoming a god, even an undead couldn’t maintain inner calm and composure.
Buzz!
Just before the Corpse King touched the Undead Artifact, it emitted a tremor, suddenly enlarged to a super giant size, and launched into the air at terrifying speed.
By chance, the Corpse King was directly in its path.
The Corpse King had no ti to react, was hit head-on, and was instantly obliterated.
Fortunately, his True Mirror Images weren’t entirely destroyed, and his soul instantly entered another True Mirror Image, making it his true body. Still, the Corpse King couldn’t stop trembling, for the first ti in a thousand years feeling so close to death.
He could clearly sense that, should he be killed by the Undead Artifact, even his Life Casket couldn’t save him; he would beco a prisoner of the Artifact.
Unnoticed, a corpse giant, exquisite like a work of art, appeared on the scene, holding the Undead Artifact in its hand.
They had all been blinded by the artifact, completely forgetting that when the Undead Artifact appeared, its owner was not far.
Since its owner dared to throw it like a weapon, it ant they were unafraid of others easily claiming it.
Even if obtained, mastering this artifact wouldn’t be easy.
Not to ntion the artifact, even strong magic weapons often require recognition of the owner.
Once the greed subsided, they returned to calm, and the Corpse King began to follow his original plan.
The Anti-Magic Zone that had enveloped the area disappeared in an instant, with a flash, the Corpse King appeared next to the Shadow Flyer, then placed both hands on it, both enveloped in the spiritual light of Teleportation Magic, disappearing without a trace in the next mont.
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