Harry and his Undead arrived at the Field of Ghosts, a vast cetery that was once the biggest area where Anglas buried the dead. Unfortunately, because of the pandemic, the cetery was abandoned and beca a hostile zone that no one wanted to be there.
There weren’t even a Mindless Infected in this area. Every single being was a full flesh Undead.
Similar to the Wolf Blood, the Dead Blood also had different factions. But they weren’t separated by tribes. The Dead Blood was separated by Major Awaken.
Only Pale Undead was able to reach Major Awaken. The Pale had the ability similar to Undead Authority and could control weaker Undead similar to Carter.
But it was only a pale comparison. The Pale could control the weak Undead and made them fight. But they couldn’t give specific long lasting order like Carter.
Harry the Skull Crusher was one of the few Major Undead. He had co to the Field of Ghosts to take over this area.
Harry was new. But he was powerful and had high proficiency in his Undead Control. He ca a long way from the other side of the country to beco one of the biggest players within Anglas.
Philip was only one of his poor victims. Harry had defeated Philip and stole his Undead horde.
Harry kept fighting and building the number of his Undead. Now he had a hundred of them and he would use that to take the Field of Ghost, a place which was occupied by Delilah the Pale Lady.
The gate to the Field of Ghost was closed. Harry approached the high steel gate.
It was supposed to be an ordinary cetery gate and low walls running around the valley. But Delilah obviously had reinforced the place.
The flimsy cetery gate was replaced with reinforced steel gate with pointy tops. The wall was built higher and thicker, becoming an actual fortress.
"Co, Delilah! Let’s settle this like man to man!" Harry shouted.
"I’m not a man. I ain’t settling anything." Delilah’s voice reached out from within.
"Cowardly woman..." Harry frowned.
He didn’t want to attack from the outside at all. He might be able to control more Undead than Delilah but she was notorious with how well she could order them to do complicated tasks.
For defense, Delilah’s ability was superb. It would not be easy for Harry to win.
Philip landed in between Harry and the steel gate. He wore a well-tailored suit with a top hat on top and a cane in his hand.
He was unrecognizable from that savage Undead Harry once t.
"Who are you?" Harry said.
He first thought Philip was a human. But no human would dare appearing here. So he must be one of the Pure Blood.
Philip grabbed his top hat and gracefully took it off.
"Have you forgotten already, Harry?" Philip’s pale face and red eyes pierced through Harry’s heart.
The Major Undead stepped back fearfully. It wasn’t him. It was his biological reaction. There was sothing within Philip that terrified Harry.
"You? Wait a minute!" Harry gasped. He rembered it now. "You’re that loser from before."
Philip bowed, "A loser I was. But no longer I am."
Harry was even more confused. He rembered what kind of Undead Philip was. The unsanitary kind that didn’t know how to preserve his body.
Carter could heal his body via drinking blood. So did all of his followers.
But a normal Undead couldn’t. Any wounds it received would stay there permanently. They could only stitch and glue their flesh back in a barbaric way.
Harry couldn’t understand how Philip could go from that ugly sight of a being to this gentleman of the industrial revolution.
Harry wagged his fingers. His lieutenant approached. They were all dium Pale Undead similar to Philip.
"I guest you ca here to properly die. Kill that Pale Undead!"
The lieutenants rushed at Philip.
The vampire smiled. "It won’t be the sa as before, Harry the Skull Crusher. Because I am no longer a re Undead. I am..."
Philip threw his hat away. His body enlarged. His bat wings spread out.
Philip’s body tore through his clothes and revealed the actual monster beneath. The vampire inherited the Blood Manipulation skill from Carter.
"A vampire!" Philip raised raised his hand and clenched. Black blood shot out from the lieutenants and gathered around Philip.
"Blood Shot." Philip mumbled.
Blood ford into spherical projectiles that pierced through the attacking Undead. It was a power that no Pale Undead in this world had ever seen before.
"What?! What is that ability?"
"Is he Wolf Blood? No! Wolfn are supposed to turn into wolves, not bat."
Philip flew forward. He pushed a Pale Undead on the ground and scraped it so bad, the entire skin on its back was peeled off.
A second Pale Undead attacked him from behind. Philip turned around, his claws sliced through the Undead and decapitated it.
"What... What is this power?!" Harry fell on his butt.
Philip pointed his finger toward Harry. A small black sphere materialized. It released a beam toward Harry and exploded his left arm.
Harry scread in fear, not in pain. He got up while holding his missing arm and ran backwards. The Horde of Undead rushed at Philip.
The bat monster smirked and licked its lips. It just finished sucking an Undead dry.
Delilah watched everything from within the Field of Ghosts. She was already a Pale Undead so she couldn’t go paler. But if she could, she would be as white as milk right now.
"Do you see? Do you witness this power? Father has given this! Father has given rebirth!"
Philip laughed manically as he tore through the horde of Undead. They would have killed the Philip from before easily.
But now, as a vampire, he was unstoppable.
He was invincible.
"Father? Whose father? What is he talking about?" Harry tried to get away as quickly as he could. This thing was sothing else. It’s not an Undead, a Wolfman, or a Witch.
Harry slamd onto sothing as he wasn’t looking in front of him.
"Where are you going, little child?" Carter said.
"You..."
"Stop!" Carter raised his hand. Undead Authority spread throughout the area.
The horde stopped moving, as well as Harry.
"Thank you, Father." Harry smiled and ran to him joyfully as a little kid.
"You master your powers well, Philip."
"Thank you, Father!" Philip was like a dog wagging his tail.
Carter’s eyes then turned toward Harry. "Now. What should I do with you?"
Harry’s pupils dilated because of fear.
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