Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons

Thoren stood calmly, waiting for the creature to appear, and he did not have to wait for long.

Suddenly, his perception caught the arrival of the creature.

It was moving at breathtaking speed, a blur of red feathers and death. The speed was unlike anything Thoren had ever seen before.

"Kill!" Thoren did not hesitate and gave the killing command instantly.

Just as the creature tried to speed past the undead Elite Jackal Beastman, the undead swung its club with tremendous force.

Whoosh!

The winged creature moved with impossible agility, evading the club attack by a hair’s breadth, and vanished back into the oppressive darkness.

Hmm?

Thoren creased his brow deeply. ’Without using my awakened soul, killing this creature will be very difficult,’ he thought.

Creatures with unparalleled speed are notoriously difficult to kill. Only by overwhelming them with superior might could one have any hope of defeating them.

Thus, he prepared to unleash his Awakened Soul aura the moment the creature appeared under his radar again.

Once again, everywhere descended into a still, suffocating silence. The thick, oppressive darkness pulsated at the boundary of the illusory lantern’s ethereal glow.

Suddenly, amid the thin, glistening threads, the creature appeared. It flew toward Thoren at dazzling speed, impossible for the naked eye to follow.

This time, Thoren was more prepared than before.

The undead Storm Tyrant held his heavy hammer with one hand and swung it in a wide arc.

The air twisted violently around the weapon, creating a blasting, compressed sound that echoed through the chamber.

Noticing the deadly attack, the winged creature prepared to evade once again. But this time, something was different.

[Awakened Soul]

Just as the creature prepared to escape, an invincible force pressed down on its body and soul, freezing it in place for a single, critical second.

And that second was all the undead Storm Tyrant needed to end the fight.

Boom!

Screech!

The massive hammer slammed into the chest of the creature with devastating force, sending it flying across the room.

Thick red feathers scattered everywhere like blood soaked snow. From the creature’s mouth, dark blood splattered onto the cold ground.

It crashed into one of the massive wooden beams, its chest completely caved inward. It whimpered softly, looking at the undead servant with pure hatred burning in its eyes.

The undead Storm Tyrant stepped forward in a large, deliberate stride and appeared before the crippled creature.

The creature tried to flee, but with the devastating injury to its chest, it could only watch helplessly as the hammer came crashing down for the final blow.

Bang!

Screech!

A piercing, soul rending scream escaped from the creature for the last time before it stopped moving completely.

Dead.

Looking at the dead creature, Thoren moved closer to examine it. Just then, its detailed stats appeared before his eyes.

[Sanguine Vulture Spawn]

[Level: 26]

[Attributes: Strength 58, Constitution 46, Agility 78, Spirit 10, Defense 42]

[Traits:]

– Blood Scent Instinct: Can detect blood within a hundred meter wide radius, making it a relentless hunter.

– Veil of Carrion Wind: Wind movement becomes nearly silent during glides or dashes, greatly reducing detection and increasing stealth effectiveness.

– Executioner Momentum: Successful hits increase movement speed and attack speed, stacking up to five times for devastating chains.

[Skills:]

– Crimson Dive: A high speed aerial plunge that deals massive damage, especially to wounded and bleeding targets.

– Throat Rend: A precise assassination strike that aims directly at vital points, bypassing armor.

– Bloodtrail Pursuits: Locks onto a bleeding target and relentlessly tracks them, increasing speed over time until caught.

– Looking at these terrifying stats, Thoren could not help but suck in a cold breath of air. Just from the numbers alone, he knew he would be nothing but a fish on the chopping board without his awakened soul.

"How could anyone have a chance to defend against such an assassin creature?" he whispered under his breath.

Since he had arrived on the second floor, he had come to a terrifying realization. All the creatures on this floor were horrifyingly good at killing.

Every single one of their traits and skills were designed to end their enemies as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Without the awakened soul, this ruin might have been his final resting place. Shaking his head, he decided not to dwell on that dark thought.

[Undead Summoning.]

[Bone Manipulation.]

A thick, cold undead energy appeared around the Sanguine Vulture Spawn’s corpse and entered its broken body.

Its frozen body trembled violently, and gradually, all the shattered bones returned to their original positions. The vulture’s lifeless eyes came alive once more.

Its blood red eyes were gone, replaced with blazing soul fire that burned with an eerie, pale light.

Watching the beast back on its feet, Thoren nodded with a pleased expression. The Sanguine Vulture Spawn was close to two meters in height, a truly imposing creature.

Each of its feathers was deadly sharp, glistening under the illumination of the floating illusory lantern.

"From now on, you will become my elite assassin beast," he muttered with a satisfied, pleased expression.

Screech!

Suddenly, various soul piercing screams erupted from the depth of the darkness surrounding him.

Instantly, a thick, suffocating tension descended inside the choir area, pressing down on Thoren from all sides.

Above him, the ceiling arched in fractured ribs, and perched upon those broken beams were dozens of Sanguine Vulture Spawn. They stared at Thoren with pure, undiluted hatred burning in their crimson eyes.

"This is not good," Thoren whispered as he creased his brow and his expression became solemn.

"Just as I guessed," he muttered to himself.

Since he had arrived inside the ruin, he had realized that each part of the ruin was controlled by powerful beasts.

It was as if they had marked each zone as their own territory, defending it fiercely from intruders.

The deeper he went, the more terrifying the beasts became.

Merely looking at the dozens of Sanguine Vultures before him, he could already see many Level 27 and Level 28 creatures among the swarm.

He did not dare get complacent for even a moment. These were beasts specifically made for killing, and any slight mistake would be too late to regret.

Thus, he opened his undead space wide and began to summon his entire undead legion.

One by one, his servants stepped out of the darkness. The undead Storm Tyrant took its place at the front.

The undead Royalty Stonewall stood at his right hand. The Elite Jackal Beastmen formed a protective ring around their master.

Thoren’s eyes met the gaze of the lead Sanguine Vulture perched high above. Neither side moved. Neither side blinked.

The choir chamber held its breath.

Then the vultures descended like a rain of blood and feathers, and the true battle began.

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