In the depths of the Undead territory.
Layers of ominous clouds block the sunlight from reaching this land.
Even at high noon, the entire Undead realm appears unusually dark.
A bone-chilling wind sweeps across, producing sounds akin to screams and wails.
Various plants nearby are wilting, with bare black branches revealing holes, even so tree trunks show part of a white bone protruding.
It's as if the bones and plants are entwined together.
Along the way, one can see ruins and the remains of many destroyed villages.
These have beco bases for many Undead.
They linger around the villages, sitting against walls without moving.
Seemingly in wait for an ambush, yet occasionally disturbed by other Undead wandering around.
A humanoid Skeleton carries a rusty, chipped steel sword, wandering aimlessly on the ground.
Its walking posture is awkward, each step dragging along.
The steel sword scrapes against the ground, producing a piercing tallic sound.
At this mont.
A mass of black and white fla, arrow-shaped, shoots over from afar.
It pierces precisely into the skull of the Skeleton.
Just as the Skeleton stands still, preparing to see who attacked it, the black and white fla spreads from the top down throughout its body.
Like maggots on a bone, it starts fiercely burning along every inch of its skeleton.
Until finally, it reaches the Soul Fire within its skull.
The Skeleton doesn't struggle at all during this ordeal, seemingly unaffected by the black and white fla.
The fire in its eye sockets turns from ghostly green to a pure white hue, while its yellowing skull burns with black flas.
The body beneath the skull is enveloped in intertwined black and white flas.
At this mont, the Skeleton appears to be reborn.
It dazedly lifts the rusty steel sword in its hand, tilting its skeletal head to look at it.
Subsequently, the black and white fla travels down its hand, staining the sword.
Now the fla has temperature, shaping the entire sword into a heavy one-handed Warhamr.
Though it seems the Skeleton's crafting skills are lacking, the Warhamr is rough and uneven.
The sound of hoofbeats and cluttered footsteps draw closer from afar, steadily nearing.
The Skeleton shoulders the Warhamr and moves toward the source of the sound.
Seconds later, figures appear gradually, revealing their forms.
Leading them is a Spiritual Body glowing with a soft white light, dressed in heavy armor, an elegantly-equipped female Centaur.
She wears an Illusionary Crown emitting a faint white glow.
Behind her follows dozens of similarly attired, equally-proportioned Centaur Heavy Riders.
And behind them, a formidable Undead Army, mostly comprising ordinary Skeletons and sluggish Walking Dead.
A Undead Knight astride a horse burning with black and white fla rides up.
Looking at this newcor, also burning with black and white flas, soon to join their ranks.
Nods approvingly.
Then leads him into the ranks.
Approaches Kreya, reporting: "Master, we got lucky; it's a rather strong Silver Skeleton Warrior."
Upon hearing the Undead Knight's report, Kreya only nods slightly before continuing forward.
A re Silver Skeleton Warrior isn't anything worth celebrating.
The entire Undead Army remains eerily silent, with only the sounds of bones clashing in motion.
The silent army of death.
Quietly advancing in one direction.
In this sunless place, who knows how much ti has passed.
Faint raspy cries echo from above.
A Soul Body spreads black mist everywhere, wearing what looks like a tattered black robe, glides over from above.
These Soul Bodies swiftly arrive at Kreya's side.
As they arrive, fragnted souls within their bodies emit irritating cries.
"Master, the destination is ahead."
"There are many enemies there."
"But also, delicious souls."
"They move in groups."
"Aimlessly."
"Attack, the enemies are ahead."
The Evil Spirits take turns speaking, conveying the intelligence they witnessed one by one.
Their tones differ, but all are equally piercing.
"Enough, shut your mouths."
Seemingly annoyed by their chatter, Kreya frowns slightly, admonishing them.
The white Spiritual Body of Kreya displays blood-red sparks in her eyes at this mont.
Upon hearing Kreya's command, the Evil Spirits instantly hush, not making a sound.
Even the Soul Fragnts within them quiet down now.
Whether it's the Evil Spirits or the Undead behind, they all seem deeply afraid of Kreya.
Almost as though she's a Demon.
Even while processing the Evil Spirits' intelligence, Kreya continues advancing, and soon they see a boundary and short entrance leading into a small forest.
This small forest serves rely as a natural barrier.
Through the gaps in the forest outskirts, one can glimpse buildings within.
Various stone towers and grey stone-like palaces.
Everywhere littered with White Bone-like remnants and remains.
At the forest edge, Kreya pauses, then raises her right hand.
The troops behind also halt.
Then they wait silently along with Kreya.
Even those undead with intelligence didn't ask Kreya what they were waiting for here.
Because in this undead army, whatever Kreya says is the law, and no one can challenge her authority.
The other undead just need to wait silently.
"Beep beep" "Beep beep"
The crisp beeping sound was piercing in the quiet environnt.
Kreya took the pager from her waist and looked at the ssage sent by Kane.
"Let's go, let's charge in!"
With those words, she suddenly sped up, a long lance appearing in her hand.
The undead behind her followed Kreya's steps, rushing towards the forest.
After passing through the dark woods, they saw a vast plain, where all kinds of bizarre skeletal undead were walking aimlessly.
One could see the probing and various stone structures surrounded by skeletal guards not far away.
Faced with such a situation, Kreya wasted no ti and directly raised her lance, shouting.
"Charge!"
With the command to attack, a blood-red aura spread to all the undead around.
One could see this trace of crimson aura contaminating the souls within these undead's skulls.
All the undead silently launched an attack, rcilessly slashing through any undead in their path.
At this mont, these enemy undead seed unusually sluggish, with no intention of resisting unless directly attacked.
The lance in Kreya's hand turned into a giant war axe, rushing towards where the enemy undead were most concentrated.
She quickly swung it, splitting into the ground with one axe.
Surging energy poured into the earth through the axe.
A large fan-shaped area ahead cracked open, and black and white flas erupted from the fissures.
Like a volcanic erupting scene, these flas splashed around like magma jetting out from earth's seam.
All enemy undead tainted by the black and white flas instantly fell under Kreya's control.
And their strength increased trendously.
They started attacking their own allies.
Kreya could feel it.
The control of these undead by her black-and-white flas was effortless.
As if there was no hindrance, everything flowed smoothly.
A golden-level Skeleton General raised its massive white bone giant sword, slashing towards Kreya.
Facing the sudden ambush from the side, Kreya casually swung, and a column of black-and-white fla directly struck it back.
It crashed into the stone house nearby.
Kreya walked over slowly, raised her war axe, and forcefully chopped.
Cutting the white bone giant sword coming from the smoke into pieces.
Then she reversed the blade and swung to the side.
The golden skeleton's arm and a fair portion of its skeletal body were smashed to pieces.
Although it was also golden-level, this skeleton seed utterly helpless before Kreya.
This skeleton looked at Kreya standing in front, its soul fire flickering madly in its skull, and loudly said.
"This is the territory of the Skeleton Maker, do you intend to oppose him?"
Upon hearing the golden skeleton's words, Kreya planted her war axe beside her.
Witnessing this action, it was clear the soul fire in the skeleton's skull had cald slightly.
Yet at this mont, Kreya extended her left hand.
The golden skeleton's skull was directly pulled from its neck, falling down.
Then Kreya held it firmly in her hand.
Gazing at the skull in her hand, one could see a hint of mockery on Kreya's spiritual body.
"Skeleton Maker? Your master? Do you still feel him now?"
Upon hearing this, the soul fire within the golden skeleton head flickered wildly.
Even it had just felt the disappearance of its master, but the undead knight before it had already prepared to raid their territory.
Could it be...
After a few seconds of waiting, no longer waiting for the skull's words, the palm exerted force.
The skull was crushed to pieces in Kreya's hand.
The aura of the soul drifted out and then dissipated into oblivion.
"The Skeleton Maker is dead, submit to the War Demon, or face death again!"
All around, the voices of various intelligent undead were heard.
They urged the surrounding undead to surrender and cease futile resistance.
The biggest feature of the intelligent undead under Kreya's command was the black-and-white fla burning on their bodies.
These words were naturally directed at the intelligent undead, as the mindless undead had no desire to battle after the Witch Demon's death.
Without deliberately harming them, the masterless undead would not harm their kind.
Those intelligent undead also sensed the Witch Demon's death.
Many had witnessed how their strongest golden-level skeleton was effortlessly crushed by this War Demon.
The War Demon ntioned naturally refers to Kreya.
In this setting, she is driven by a mania for war and a desire to fight.
Exceptionally eager for combat and large-scale warfare.
Thus, she calls herself the War Demon.
And Kreya indeed does so, continuously launching attacks against various undead forces.
Relying on the power of the black-and-white fla to infect various unclaid undead.
Either battling or on the way to battle.
This attracted many intelligent undead who worship strong ones, who idolize slaughter, and who crave battle.
They joined Kreya's ranks in droves.
Especially this ti, they directly occupied the Skeleton Maker's territory, turning all the undead on their land into allies.
Once Kreya absorbed all the undead in this territory, she would comnce large-scale, multi-threaded attacks on all surrounding forces.
Determined to create chaos and disrupt the entire heartland's undead powers.
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