[Undead Summoning]
[Bone Manipulation]
Slowly, the elite Jackal rose from the ground.
His blood red eyes were gone.
Instead, his eyes were now hollow, burning with cold soul fire.
[Undead Jackal Beastman Alpha (Elite)]
[Level: 25]
Looking at the undead elite Jackal Beastman, Thoren nodded with a pleased expression.
His strength had grown once again.
With each increase in strength, his confidence also grew.
Although he had many undead servants, all of them were weak.
Only a few could hold their ground against the creatures on the second floor.
But now, with the undead Dune Scavengers and the undead Jackal Beastman Alpha, his strength was growing.
He was finally matching the power of those on the second floor.
He was no longer the weak young man who had just arrived at the second floor.
With the undead Jackal Beastman Alpha leading the charge, Thoren proceeded deep into the village.
Every Dune Scavenger they encountered was slaughtered by the undead Alpha.
The Dune Scavengers could barely last more than three attacks before they were killed.
This greatly increased Thoren’s speed of clearing the village.
He moved from one ruined hut to another without fear.
The undead Alpha crushed everything in its path with brutal efficiency.
Arriving at the center of the village, Thoren saw each of the undead Gravemind Devourers controlling their own undead groups.
From each group, he could see their numbers had been reduced by a lot.
Half of them were already killed.
Yet their results did not disappoint him.
Most of the Dune Scavengers had been slaughtered.
Their broken bodies were scattered everywhere across the sand.
As for those trying to fight back, their numbers were very few.
"Kill," Thoren commanded.
His undead servants rushed forward to join the battle.
He only left the undead Storm Tyrant behind for his own protection.
The ground shook as the two forces collided with trendous force.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Ahhh.
Ahhh.
Various miserable screams echoed in the air.
The few remaining Dune Scavengers struggled fiercely.
Many tried to escape but found it difficult to break free.
They were already surrounded by the undead army from all sides.
Axes fell.
Hamrs fell.
Clubs fell.
Skulls cracked open like fragile eggs.
Ribs shattered to pieces under the relentless assault.
The battle was brutal and frightening to witness.
Blood sprayed across the desert sand in wide arcs.
In less than five minutes, all the Jackal Beastn in the village were killed.
Their shattered bodies were scattered everywhere without order.
Their blood dyed the desert ground in deep red.
The air was filled with a thick stench of blood and death.
Looking at the hundreds of Jackal Beastn corpses, Thoren could not help but grin.
These would beco his undead soldiers.
He raised his hand high above his head.
"Rise, my minions," he shouted as he cast his skills.
[Undead Summoning]
[Bone Manipulation]
Instantly, a surge of undead energy spread throughout the village.
The dark energy flowed like a river through the air.
The energy entered the dead Jackal Beastn one by one.
Slowly, their cold, lifeless bodies twitched on the ground.
Their bones cracked and reford in unnatural ways.
Gradually, they began to co back to life.
One corpse rose first, then another, then ten more.
Five minutes later, all the fallen Jackal Beastn were already back on their feet.
Their eyes were now hollow, burning with cold and fierce soul fire.
They stood in perfect silence, waiting for his next order.
Looking at the undead Jackal Beastn, Thoren could not help but chuckle.
"Now we are talking," he said, clicking his tongue in excitent.
He could never complain about having too many undead servants.
The more they were, the happier he would be.
A small army of over one hundred undead now followed his will.
Since most of the undead Jackal Beastn already had weapons, he did not have to worry about their equipnt for the ti being.
Although when he had enough money, he might change their weapons.
He could upgrade them to peak Iron Grade weapons for better performance.
As for his main vanguard, the undead Storm Tyrant, the undead Royalty Stonewall, and now the undead elite Jackal Beastman, he had other plans.
He might upgrade their weapons to Bronze Grade or even higher.
Shaking his head, he decided not to think about it for the ti being.
His eyes focused on the series of notifications floating at the corner of his vision.
[Experience Gained 5000]
[Summoned Entities: Experience Gained 2500]
[Spirit 1]
[Level: 2 (5170/1500 EXP)]
[Level Up!]
[Unassigned Attributes Points 5]
[Level: 3 (3670/3000 EXP)]
[Level Up!]
[Unassigned Attributes Points 5]
[Level: 4 (670/5000 EXP)]
Looking at the notifications, Thoren was slightly surprised.
"Why is the experience I gained so low?" he thought, knitting his brow.
He had just cleared an entire Jackal Beastn village.
He had killed the elite Alpha and all his followers.
How could he have earned only 5,000 experience points?
Worse, he realized the number of experience points he needed for the next level was increasing at an alarming rate.
At rely Level 4, he already needed 5,000 experience points to level up.
What about Level 5?
What about Level 6?
The numbers did not seem fair at all.
To him, this did not make sense at all.
He had fought hard and risked his life repeatedly.
Just as he was wondering what was going on, a cold, genderless voice echoed in his mind.
[All Awakened Souls can only receive half of their experience points.]
[Also, the experience needed to level up will be a lot higher than for others.]
Listening to the voice, Thoren was stunned.
His jaw slowly dropped as the aning sank in.
Half the experience ant double the work.
Higher requirents ant slower progress forever.
"What the fuck?" he shouted.
He did not even know when he had cursed out loud.
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