Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone Chapter 635 - 431: Ghost Princess, Undead vs. Undead! (Part

Its mount was slightly slower than the Moonlight Deer of the Natural Expedition Team. However, when this Swamp Sli, covered in brass-colored scale armor, lowered its head to charge, no Skeleton could slow it down. Whether it was sharp bone spikes or chisels, they could only strike sparks against its scale armor before they and their masters were trampled into the frozen soil.

Chief Guna, sitting on the back of the Swamp Sli, was not idle either. Chuckling eerily, it waved its Bone Staff, releasing bright blue clouds of mist. The mist-shrouded Skeletons imdiately stiffened, causing them to crash into the ones surging up from behind.

Watching as the Combat Professionals in the vanguard tore the Skeleton line to shreds, the Werewolf Chief threw its head back and howled at the sky. Like a brown tide, the agile Werewolves surged, crashing fiercely against the Skeletons blocking the tomb. In the blink of an eye, the gray-white defensive line of Skeletons was swallowed by this furious wave. The sound of bones being brutally shattered by blunt weapons and the gnashing and crunching of sharp teeth was enough to make one’s teeth ache, all amidst the rising and falling howls of the Werewolves.

A series of piercing cries of lantation rang from the sky, filled with a hatred for death and a longing for life. The Skeleton Warriors at the very front had almost reached the gates of the Undead Tomb. At that mont, Fang Zhou, who was monitoring the surrounding area, suddenly heard the lantations from above and quickly looked up.

Streams of Skeleton Bats poured from the tomb’s windows, forming long columns as they descended from the sky. The ghastly faces of the leading Skeleton Bats were already clearly visible, while more continued to erge from the windows behind them. It was as if a passage inside the tomb led directly to the Eternal Sleep Realm, from which they flowed endlessly.

Compared to the similar Undead Creatures he summoned, these Skeleton Bats seed to possess an additional ability for terrifying screams. Their flight was accompanied by unending wails and cries. The sound of their lantations was chilling enough to make one’s skin crawl. However, the feedback from his Soul Eagle Eye skill allowed Fang Zhou to breathe a sigh of relief. Within the skill’s vision, although the wailing Skeleton Bats had bright soul points, they were rely at the Lower Black Iron tier.

Once he had cald down, Fang Zhou began organizing his own airborne and ranged forces to intercept the incoming swarm of Skeleton Bats. The expedition team—a mix of the Sea City Military Academy Team, the Natural Alliance, and the Swamp Natives—could now be considered a formidable force.

Among the flying soldiers alone, they had the Skeleton Bats summoned by Fang Zhou, Harpies, Thorn Bee People, and the Big Crows raised by the Mud Spring Banshee Chief, Guna. In terms of ranged attack power, the main force was undoubtedly Fang Zhou’s summoned Skeleton Archers. At the sa ti, there were many students of the Mage and Archer Professions, as well as Flower Butterfly Girls, Forest Centaurs, and a considerable number of Snake-man Archers.

The enemy Skeleton Bats dove howling from the sky, reaching their bony claws toward the expedition team. But what t them was wave after wave of dense arrow rain and magic. A dozen voices roared simultaneously, like a powerful gust of wind sweeping through. The Skeleton Bats were blown away like dead leaves, spinning wildly in the air.

anwhile, their own flying units, also led by Skeleton Bats, flapped their wings and charged forward to et the enemy. The enemy’s Skeleton Bats burned with a ghastly green Soul Fire, whereas the Undead summoned by Fang Zhou—the Skeleton Warriors, Zombies, and his own Skeleton Bats—burned with a ghostly blue Soul Fire. This difference made it easy to distinguish them and avoid friendly fire.

On the ground before the tomb’s entrance, humans, Werewolves, Skeletons, and Zombies were entangled in a chaotic battle. The browns and gray-whites had churned together into a massive, mottled whirlpool that swirled and roared ferociously. The clattering of the Skeleton soldiers was completely drowned out by the Werewolves’ howls. Every second, Skeletons were struck by heavy, blunt weapons and collapsed into piles of stark white bones.

In the low sky, the enemy Skeleton Bats’ cries were heart-wrenching, but they were visibly being surrounded, separated, and annihilated. Fang Zhou, having finished casting his Enhancing Magic, was now swiftly preparing to unleash a Skeleton Shock Wave on the densest part of the battle. He had already discovered one of his disadvantages. When facing Undead Creatures, his proud Corrosive Poison Series skills often failed to achieve the desired effect. Relying solely on his Skeleton Series skills, his killing efficiency dropped significantly.

A thought quietly erged in Fang Zhou’s mind. How could an Undead Mage lack skills to counter Undead Creatures? The developnt of an Anti-Undead Skill Tree needed to be prioritized.

Fang Zhou believed that with the intelligence of Sandro and Instructor Su Xinyan, they must have already considered this. However, the Undead Attribute is extrely rare among living beings. This held true for all species, even the most vicious Abyssal Demons. Perhaps it was precisely this narrow applicability that had led to the absence of dedicated skills to combat Undead Creatures until now.

This thought further fueled Fang Zhou’s anticipation for what kind of Naraku Civilization heritage could be unearthed in this Undead Tomb.

Behind Fang Zhou, within the Magic Professional Battle Group, the well-trained Sea City Military Academy students were also doing their utmost to destroy the enemy Undead. Zhang Wu raised his Nature Staff high, and an invisible air current began to form. However, just as his skill was taking shape, a strange cry sounded right next to his ear.

"GUAAAH!"

Hearing the other students’ shocked cries, Zhang Wu’s heart trembled. Just as he was about to turn and check, a piercing chill shot through him from behind. In an instant, his entire upper body felt frozen, and he lost all sensation below the neck.

A particularly hideous, translucent Ghost materialized beside Zhang Wu, its hands sunk wrist-deep into his back, as if tearing sothing out. Zhang Wu’s body trembled violently. The light from his raised staff dimd, and the invisible air current instantly vanished.

"Natural Protection!"

Beside him, Liu Diewu reacted swiftly, making several hand gestures toward Zhang Wu. A faint green vine erged from his body and coiled around the hideous Ghost. With a shriek, the Ghost released Zhang Wu, transford into a streak of green light that soared into the sky, and disappeared into the vast night.

"Ghost..." Zhang Wu rasped, his voice so weak it was barely audible even to himself. "Quick, destroy it! Otherwise... it will disrupt our Caster Array!"

Gu Yueyuan rushed over from behind. While supporting Zhang Wu’s swaying body, he glanced around nervously. Overall, the expedition team’s situation was excellent. Theoretically, Gu Yueyuan, Zhang Wu, Liu Diewu, and the other Magic and Support Professional students should have been incredibly safe under the protection of the Combat Professional students, the Werewolves, their Natural Allies, and Fang Zhou’s Undead Creatures.

But now their situation was even more troubleso than being besieged. They ford a tight circle, back-to-back, their eyes frantically scanning their surroundings, trying to find the particularly hideous Ghost that had hard Zhang Wu. Gu Yueyuan felt as though he was holding not the warm flesh of a living person, but the ice-cold body of the dead. If it weren’t for Zhang Wu trembling and groaning hoarsely, he might have even checked to see if he was still breathing.

Fang Zhou was not far from the Magic Professional Array. He imdiately noticed the commotion, and his peripheral vision had caught the fleeting, terrifying image of the Ghost. The mont he saw the Ghost, his heart sank.