Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone Chapter 733 - 479: Undead Legend? Elegy of the Demon Noble!

"Also, never underestimate those Demon Worshipers. Their power system has been distorted and polluted by the Abyss Demon King, making it different from that of ordinary human Professionals. They may have mastered so demonic skills. If you can kill them, do so quickly. Be sure to scatter their ashes and leave no hidden dangers."

"I understand, Instructor Ma."

After giving Fang Zhou his instructions, Instructor Ma waved to his teammates, and the instructors’ figures disappeared in a flash. Shortly afterward, the furious roars of Fierce Beasts echoed from behind the distant mountain peaks.

Glancing in the direction Instructor Ma had gone, Fang Zhou looked down at the mountain map projected by his personal terminal. He chose to depart in another direction, one marked by a black spot.

Hopefully, no one has claid the head of that Demon Worshiper yet.

Monts ago, when Fang Zhou reported that he had killed a Blood Demon, a commotion erupted in the military command center of Beast Fighting City.

"A second-year student from Sea City Military Academy? Bronze Lower-tier?"

"He single-handedly killed an elite Bronze Upper-tier Blood Demon!?"

Did I see that correctly?

Many of the military personnel doubted their own eyes as they looked at Fang Zhou’s profile, which had popped up on the side of the large screen.

Compared to his astonished subordinates, Yang Boyue, sitting in the chair behind them, was much more composed. He looked thoughtfully at Shen Zhongyun at his side and asked, "Is this the informant cadet you ntioned earlier?"

Shen Zhongyun nodded. "Yes, Commander. It was Fang Zhou who thwarted an attack from a Shadow Demon and successfully killed it in return. He then reported this valuable intelligence to ."

An Undead Mage... he reached Bronze Tier less than a year after his Awakening, has mastered three Professional Specialties, and shows imnse potential for Undead Mage Skill Deduction... Tsk, tsk. Is this long-declined Rare Profession, the Undead Mage, finally about to produce its own Legendary Crown, or even a Human Saint?

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"Watch out for his venom."

BOOM!

A pungent green explosion of Battle Qi sent a powerful shockwave sweeping out, forcing the five Bronze Upper-tier Combat Professional instructors to retreat.

In the depths of the Fierce Beast Mountain Range, battles were erupting everywhere. So were against Fierce Beasts, but far more were against the Demon Worshipers.

Hunted by over a hundred teams of Combat Professional instructors, and with so Bronze Lower-tier students teaming up, thirty or so ’elite’ Demon Worshipers were forced into a desperate flight.

However, death is inevitable in battle.

In the misty mountain forest, the ground was devastated and trees were toppled. Two student corpses in battle armor lay sprawled on the ground.

Azklos, standing over four ters tall and clad in black battle armor, was wreathed in black Abyssal Demon Energy. He held a severed head in his enormous hand, its face still frozen in shock. It was as if, even in death, the person couldn’t believe soone could be so overwhelmingly powerful.

BANG!

Casually tossing the head aside, Azklos looked at the two corpses and gave a cold smile.

"To think two re Bronze Lower-tier humans wouldn’t flee at the sight of , but would instead delude themselves into thinking they could kill . How utterly naive. I am the son of the Legendary Six-ard Snake Demon, a mighty Demon Lord. Below Silver Tier, no creature is my match."

Among the vast, innurable host of Abyssal Demons, individual innate abilities varied, separate from the combat power granted by their racial Talents. Based on their combat power and the favor they received from the Abyssal Will, powerful demons were awarded Abyssal Titles reflecting their strength.

The series of Abyssal Titles is a manifestation of the will of Chaos. From the lowest Demon Lord to the highest Abyssal Divine Emperor, demons ascend the ranks through sacrifice, slaughter, and corruption.

Bronze-level Demon Lords and Barons.

Silver-level Demon Viscounts and Barons.

Gold-level Demon Counts.

Glory Champion-level Demon Marquises.

Legendary Demon Lord Dukes.

Holy Sanctuary Demon Princes.

And the most chaotic, evil, and imnsely powerful Abyssal Demon Divine Emperor.

Each rank not only signified a leap in power but also represented a deeper degree of abyssal transformation. The higher the title, the closer one got to the source of the Abyss, but also the more one lost their sense of self, becoming a pure embodint of Chaos. The path of ascent is filled with brutality and madness. Each step demands the sacrifice of a fragnt of one’s true na and the endurance of Soul Burning, ultimately tipping the scales of power and reason decisively toward eternal Chaos.

While demons gaze upward at higher titles, the Abyss peers down upon its puppets.

Azklos was one such combat elite among the Six-ard Snake Demons. Through sacrifice and bloody battle, he earned the favor of the Abyssal Will while only at the Bronze Tier and was granted the title of Demon Lord, becoming a suprely evil demonic noble.

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WHOOSH!

The aura surrounding Azklos grew increasingly fierce as black Abyssal Demon Energy flared to life across the surface of his body. After killing a few Bronze Fierce Beasts and two human ’geniuses’ since yesterday and absorbing their vital essence, Azklos’s strength had recovered to an extent.

What puzzled him was the apparent scarcity of human Professional geniuses in the Fierce Beast Mountain Range; he had only encountered two since yesterday.

But doesn’t the intelligence say this area is filled with human geniuses here for training?

It seems the situation has changed.

Azklos was no fool. The Abyssal Demon Energy covering his body steadily converged and compressed. Then, his form slowly blurred, turning into a faint shadow. Sensing sothing was amiss, he decided to proceed with more caution, but...

BOOM!

A sharp Arrow Rain shot across several hundred ters, piercing the Void with a shrill whistle. It emitted a piercing aura that even Azklos dared not disregard.

BOOM!

An explosion of Battle Qi swept over a radius of tens of ters. It revealed the form of Azklos just as he was attempting to conceal his presence and turn invisible. His eyes were cold as he stared forward.