Looking at the corpse of the humanoid Storm Tyrant Crocodile, Thoren released a deep sigh of relief he had not realized he was holding.
The battle had taken everything out of him. The constant ntal calculations, the precise coordination all of it had been exhausting.
Commanding such a large undead army while simultaneously analyzing a Level 19 opponent required absolute focus.
Yet as he surveyed the battlefield, he knew the exhaustion had been worth it.
If he had not previously increased his Intelligence, he would have been overwheld trying to control so many undead at once.
Until now, he had always been careful when fighting his enemies. He had remained wary of the hidden forces lurking within the uncharted territories.
Who knew how many of them were affiliated with mysterious gods capable of boosting their followers’ strength beyond common sense?
If he were to reveal his trump card prematurely.
if his enemies learned the true extent of his power.
He would beco nothing more than a fish on their chopping board.
Thus, he had always acted with caution and prudence.
There had been many instances when he could have deployed his trump card and annihilated his opponents with overwhelming force.
Instead, he had chosen restraint, even if it ant losing nurous undead servants in the process.
The disadvantages of revealing his full strength far outweighed the short-term advantages of an easy victory.
And this battle had proven him right.
He had revealed his trump card, the undead Royalty Stonewall, yet even then, his enemies had possessed sothing even more terrifying.
The humanoid Storm Tyrant Crocodile.
If there had been no Level 18 beasts available for him to convert into undead servants...
if he had faced that Level 19 existence with only his original forces...
His trump card would have been helpless.
Perhaps he would not have been the last one standing.
He inhaled deeply once more.
The resolution to preserve his ultimate strength until the final possible mont was reinforced in his mind.
Now, however, things were different.
With three Level 18 undead servants under his command and the corpse of a Level 19 envoy before him, his confidence surged.
From what he knew, the strongest figure among the hidden forces on this floor was only a Level 18 existence.
Now, he commanded three Level 18 undead and possessed the body of a Level 19 powerhouse.
With such a lineup, there was no longer any reason for him to maintain a low profile on the first floor.
He exhaled slowly and raised his hand.
[Undead Summoning.]
[Bone Manipulation.]
Beneath the still corpse of the Storm Tyrant Crocodile, thick necromantic energy surged forth and poured into its massive body.
Dark veins of deathly power spread across its scales.
The corpse twitched.
Its lifeless, hollow eyes flickered.
Then, a yellowish soul fire ignited within them, burning fiercely.
Slowly, the massive body rose from the ground.
The air around it twisted under its imposing presence. Even as an undead, the pressure it exuded was overwhelming.
The corners of Thoren’s lips curled upward in satisfaction.
His trump card had evolved.
It was no longer the Level 18 undead Royalty Stonewall.
Now, it was the undead humanoid Level 19 Storm Tyrant Crocodile.
The undead Storm Tyrant stepped out of the crater and stopped a few feet in front of Thoren.
Its towering figure lood over him. Even standing at a distance, Thoren had to tilt his head upward to et its gaze and glimpse the rows of jagged, serrated teeth lining its massive maw.
"Very good... very good," he murmured softly.
Now that the Beast God Envoy had fallen under his command, it was ti to eliminate every remnant hidden within the forest.
He turned and looked at what remained of the ancient forest, once majestic, now drenched in blood and ruin.
Raising his hand, he pointed forward.
"Kill."
At once, the ntal command rippled through his undead army.
They surged deeper into the forest.
Another round of slaughter began.
With the undead Storm Tyrant leading the charge, there was no longer any true threat.
Even when it did not actively engage, its re presence intimidated the beasts lurking within the forest’s depths.
Fear spread like wildfire.
The Level 18 and Level 17 undead servants took the vanguard. They tore through every beast that dared to stand in their path.
Claws ripped through flesh. Blades severed limbs.
Bone shattered bone.
For thirty continuous minutes, the ancient forest trembled violently.
Blood flowed like rivers across the shattered ground.
Under the relentless onslaught of the undead army, two more Level 18 beasts fell. Five Level 17 beasts followed shortly after.
As for the countless beasts below Level 17, Thoren did not even bother keeping count.
When the slaughter finally subsided, the Beast God Sect’s hideout had been reduced to ruins.
Thoren strode calmly toward the ancient temple that had once served as the heart of the sect.
He entered the temple.
Thoren’s face remained expressionless.
He searched the temple thoroughly but found nothing of real value. There were no hidden treasures, no secret scrolls, nothing except an ancient altar located behind the main hall.
He approached it and studied its worn surface.
Without a word, he turned to the undead Storm Tyrant and gestured.
The aning was clear.
Boom!
The Storm Tyrant’s fist descended upon the altar.
The stone shattered instantly. The ancient structure collapsed into rubble, and a deep crater ford where it had once stood.
Fragnts of stone scattered across the chamber.
Thoren did not stop there.
He ordered the destruction of every beast statue within the temple.
One by one, they were smashed into dust beneath the Storm Tyrant’s overwhelming strength.
Since his encounter with the so-called god in the ancient city, Thoren had developed a deep disdain for anything related to divinity.
He hated the manipulation.
He hated the arrogance.
He hated the very concept of beings claiming dominion over others.
Thus, he would destroy anything connected to them.
Stepping out of the temple, he glanced back at the ancient structure that had endured for centuries.
"Destroy it."
Boom! Boom!
The Storm Tyrant needed only two devastating punches.
The ancient temple collapsed entirely, reduced to a flattened ruin beneath a cloud of dust and debris.
Now, everything related to the Beast God Sect had been erased.
Thoren nodded in satisfaction.
"Now... let check the notifications," he murmured, anticipation flickering in his eyes.
A series of translucent panels appeared before him.
[Experience Gained 120,000]
[Summoned Entities: Experience Gained 60,000]
[Spirit 24]
[Silver Coins 300, Gold Coins 50]
[Level Up!]
[Unassigned Attribute Points 5]
[Level: 18 (5,543/129,000)]
A smile spread across his face.
"Finally... I’ve beco a Level 18 Necromancer."
He could not suppress a quiet laugh.
During the earlier stages of the battle, he had already advanced to Level 17.
However, he had been too focused on survival to review the notifications at that ti.
Once he realized he had reached Level 17, he had decided to press his advantage. The ancient forest was filled with powerful beasts, an abundant source of experience.
And his gamble had paid off.
Had he not continued the campaign and annihilated every remaining beast in the forest, he would not have reached Level 18 so quickly.
His elite undead servants had also experienced a surge in experience. Most of them were already halfway toward their next level.
As for the weaker undead, so had even advanced two levels during the prolonged slaughter.
The strength of his undead army had skyrocketed.
He now commanded five Level 18 undead and nearly fifty Level 17 undead servants.
As for the rest, they numbered in the hundreds.
"Before I depart, I should assign my unused attributes," he muttered thoughtfully.
He had accumulated ten unassigned attribute points.
Without hesitation, he distributed them.
[Intelligence 40 ( 5) → 45]
[Perception 27 ( 5) → 32]
[Unassigned Attribute Points: 0]
The mont the allocation was complete, he felt the changes ripple through his body and mind.
His thoughts beca sharper.
His perception expanded subtly, allowing him to sense fluctuations in the air more clearly.
A faint smile curved along his lips.
"Now," he said quietly, turning his gaze toward the horizon beyond the ruined forest, "let’s find the Federation and the Slave Trade Guild."
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