The targets are not limited to humans, they can be bizarre creatures, evil spirits, demon monsters, etc.
Number limit: None.
The original limit of undead servants was one hundred people, and it required that you personally kill the enemy.
Now that the restrictions have been lifted, Byron felt he could create an independent unit like the Puppet King's toy soldiers.
And it's a type that can be carried around.
Ability Two, [Wild Hunt Servant]:
You can choose whether to fully retain the self-awareness and transcendent abilities of the undead servant, transforming them into a [Wild Hunt Servant]...
The limit for the sa level or higher remains at four, with the number multiplied by three for each lower level.
With Ability One as soldiers and Ability Two as officers of various levels, it's enough to create a true Mad Hunt Legion that instills fear.
The last, and also a new ability.
Ability Three, [King of the Wild Hunt]:
"You are the king of storms and dead spirits, no longer subject to their active harm.
You can enter and exit the various undead kingdoms at the edge of the world as a living person with ease.
You can transform into the [King of the Wild Hunt] at will, perfectly leading your Mad Hunt Legion, and receive enhancents in spirituality, power, speed, authority, and other aspects.
By sacrificing three peers as offerings, you can elevate one level for three minutes."
The [Lord of Heaven] already possesses the authority of the Netherworld, and it's clearly been further strengthened now.
Byron felt he now had the qualifications to go to the Valhalla Hall of Heroes and bring his mother Heather back.
In addition, the three-minute span of the King of the Wild Hunt and the five minutes added by the Golden Law, already makes it almost possible to maintain a true [Kingly Title] for ten minutes, which is worthy of celebration.
"As luck would have it, we've just finished a battle, and countless soldiers have fallen in these waters.
King of the Wild Hunt, summon!"
Byron glanced at the sea littered with floating corpses and transford in a flash, as a massive column of azure flas erupted violently.
The phantom warhorse sprouted a unicorn, and Byron, clad in black heavy armor, draped in a crimson cloak, with a helt resembling a golden crown.
Around his neck hung a "Morning Star Necklace," resembling a dried-out bean pod, clinking against the black breastplate with a peculiar sound.
This necklace was once said to be adorned with precious gemstones, but during the mad chase of the [King of the Wild Hunt] across the sky, the gemstones had long fallen, transforming into a sky full of stars.
Now, it rely symbolizes the wearer's identity as a ruler of the sky.
Byron clenched his right hand clad in an iron glove and raised it high over his head, murmuring:
"Rise, Mad Hunt Legion!"
Buzz——!
The azure light waves spread across the entire battlefield.
The countless corpses of Castilia soldiers in the sea suddenly twitched, and then phantasmal figures were pulled forth by invisible hooks.
Wuuu wuuu wuuu...
A bone-chilling wind swept over the sea, carrying frost and mist, as the blue-white grotesque undead soldiers erged from the water.
Many pirates in the fleet shuddered involuntarily:
"Look, what is that?"
"It looks like people of Castilia, that undead with a half-severed neck was one I killed."
"It's said the [Mad Hunt] turns slain enemies into part of them; could this be the true power of the Black Sail Pirate King?
Isn't this the authority of a god?"
"..."
Byron, facing the increasingly fervent gazes, laughed heartily.
Embracing Violet, whose eyes also glimred like stars, he galloped into the sea, with the [Undead Servants] following in succession.
Their bodies gradually took on the armor, mounts, and array of the true "Mad Hunt Legion" from history, transforming into a vast undead cavalry in no ti.
Amidst the shadows, thousands of knights appeared, their helts swaying with buffalo horns and tattered feathers, their ashen masks concealing even paler skin.
The skeletal horses beneath wrapped in ragged cloth, swung lightning-blade slashing through the pitch-black sky.
Tap tap tap...
The clattering of skeletal horse hooves echoed in the wind, the ghostly fire burning on their hooves chased the [King of the Wild Hunt] all the way to the horizon.
Byron gazed at the sea, now ablaze, feeling his heart swell. He whispered to himself:
"From this day on, the offensive and defensive roles are reversed."
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