People pushed past one another in desperation, trampling the weak in their attempt to escape.
So fell and never got back up.
Others were shoved aside without rcy.
The previously lively atmosphere had vanished completely.
In the face of danger, humanity revealed its true nature.
Survival ca above all else.
Thoren did not waste ti observing for too long. He understood the situation clearly.
Without hesitation, he summoned his undead.
Two figures materialized beside him.
The Undead Royal Stonewall.
The Undead Storm Tyrant.
Both stood tall and imposing, clad in heavy steel armor that covered them from head to toe under their black hood robe.
Their presence alone exuded an overwhelming pressure.
To further enhance their combat ability, Thoren had equipped them with reinforced gauntlets in addition to their primary weapons.
One wielded a massive sword.
The other carried a heavy hamr.
Fully ard and prepared, they looked like unstoppable war machines.
With these two at his side, Thoren began to move through the chaos.
The Undead Storm Tyrant walked ahead, clearing a path.
The Undead Royal Stonewall followed behind, guarding against any threats from the rear.
Thoren walked calmly between them.
Thoren and his undead servants had only walked for five minutes when a deep grunt ca from his left.
The sound was low and threatening, carrying a savage intent that cut through the chaos around them.
The Undead Storm Tyrant reacted instantly. It raised its massive hamr and swung it with brutal force toward the source of the sound.
Bang!
A powerful impact echoed through the air. The Storm Tyrant was forced backward, its heavy body skidding across the sand under the force of the incoming attack.
Seeing this, Thoren remained calm and unsurprised. His undead servants were only at Level twenty, so it was expected that stronger enemies could push them back.
His gaze sharpened as he focused on the figure that had erged before him.
A humanoid creature stood there, its body covered in coarse fur, its posture slightly hunched, yet filled with predatory grace.
Its head resembled that of a jackal, with sharp ears twitching and blood red eyes glowing with hostility.
A notification appeared before his eyes.
[Jackal Beastman (Dune Scavenger)]
[Level: 23]
[Attributes: Strength 54, Constitution 50, Agility 60, Spirit 10, Defense 46]
[Traits (1): Pack Coordination: Gains increased agility and attack precision when engaging targets.]
[Traits (2): Keen Predator Senses: Detects movent within a wide range.]
[Traits (3): Dune Runner: Movent speed increases significantly on sand terrain.]
[Skills (1): Rending Combo: A fast sequence of multiple strikes.]
[Skills (2): Sandstep Dash: A rapid movent skill that creates afterimages.]
"So it is a Dune Scavenger," Thoren murmured quietly.
There was no fear on his face. There was no hesitation in his stance.
The Dune Scavenger stared directly at Thoren, its blood red eyes narrowing with killing intent. Its lips curled into a twisted grin, revealing sharp, jagged teeth.
It prepared to rush forward and finish him in a single strike.
Before it could move, the Undead Storm Tyrant recovered its footing and brought its hamr crashing down once again.
The Dune Scavenger was montarily stunned by the sudden attack. However, a sneer quickly spread across its face, showing no fear.
In the next instant, its body blurred.
Using its Sandstep Dash skill, it vanished from its original position, leaving behind a faint afterimage.
The hamr struck the ground, missing its target completely.
When the Dune Scavenger reappeared, it had already closed the distance. It appeared beside the Storm Tyrant and swung its crude club toward the undead’s torso.
The force behind the strike was imnse.
It aid to shatter its opponent completely.
Before the blow could land cleanly, a cold gleam flashed through the air.
The Undead Royal Stonewall had moved.
Its blade cut through the space between them with precision and speed.
The Dune Scavenger’s instincts flared. Using its agility and heightened senses, it twisted its body just in ti.
The blade missed by a hair’s breadth.
Even so, the close call caused its expression to change slightly.
Before it could regain control of the situation, the Undead Storm Tyrant was already upon it again.
The hamr ca down with relentless force.
The Dune Scavenger’s eyes widened slightly in confusion.
It had struck the undead multiple tis already. It had expected resistance, pain, or hesitation.
Instead, the undead showed none of those things.
There was no reaction.
There was no slowing down.
There was no fear.
While thoughts raced through its mind, it tried to retreat and create distance.
However, the two undead servants moved in perfect coordination.
They closed in from both sides, cutting off its escape routes.
The Dune Scavenger found itself trapped.
It lashed out with its weapon, striking again and again in desperation.
Each attack landed with force.
Each blow should have staggered a normal opponent.
Yet the undead continued their assault without pause.
Their attacks fell like an unending storm.
Bang!
Bang!
The hamr struck with crushing power, forcing the Dune Scavenger to stagger backward.
A heavy blow landed directly on its head, sending its body flying through the air.
It crashed into the sand with a violent impact. Blood spilled from its mouth as it struggled to rise.
Despite the damage, its body trembled as it forced itself back onto its feet.
As a beastman, its resilience far exceeded that of ordinary humans.
However, this ti, fear appeared in its eyes.
It realized sothing was wrong.
Before it could decide what to do next, the undead servants closed in once more.
They gave it no ti to think.
A sharp slash cut across its chest.
A deep wound opened instantly.
A pained scream escaped its throat as blood sprayed into the air.
Then ca the final blow.
The hamr descended with overwhelming force.
Bang!
A sickening crack followed.
The Dune Scavenger collapsed to the ground, its skull shattered. Blood pooled beneath its head, mixed with fragnts of bone and brain matter.
It did not move again.
It was dead.
A notification appeared before Thoren’s eyes.
[Experience Gained 120]
[Summoned Entities: Experienced Gained 60]
[Spirit 0.1]
Thoren glanced at the ssage briefly, his expression unchanged.
This was only the beginning.
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