Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 986 - 585_2
Chapter 986 -585_2
After wiping out the management of all cities on this planet, we will proceed with uniform resurrection.
For the Grand Lord of Death, death isn’t an end but rather another beginning.
Anyone who dares to play tricks in front of him gets a death package immediately, then gets revived to be used by him.
From the soul to the flesh, even if unwilling in heart, they can only become his loyal dog on this planet, a dog that will never think of betraying him.
Not everyone or every group has the background of an Insect Race ruler who can temporarily nullify the various negative effects of resurrection in their racial heritage!
At least, among the Human Race, there has never been such a case of nullification.
Especially considering these humans are only at the Fourth or Fifth tier, how can they resist his Seventh Grade Sanctum existence?
Without further ado, without any preparation, Zi Liyuan raised his hand, and the entire sky above turned into a layer of dense black clouds.
Winds howled, death energy filled the air, countless arrows formed from the Power of Death densely hovered in the sky, like black ice spikes, chilling to the bone.
The army below, already in formation, the surging power of Blood Fiend condensed into a roaring ghost face, constantly howling at the threat from the sky.
An arrow rain poured down from the sky.
Each dark arrow carried an immense Power of Death, the explosive damage far surpassing that of regular Sixth Tier Legendary attacks.
Although the ten thousand-strong army below gathered their War Souls, they still proved powerless against such an overwhelming barrage.
The ghost face roared and howled, releasing wave after wave of Blood Fiend power, attempting to create a large protective net.
Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, the protective net was a joke.
Almost in an instant, the net was riddled with holes from the arrows, eventually collapsing into countless pieces.
The continuous rain of arrows did not weaken at all, instead becoming even denser.
The continuous rain of arrows did not weaken at all, instead becoming even denser.
The Blood Fiend power was scattered by the Power of Death attached to the arrows, and the army quickly crumbled and died under the onslaught.
Fourth tier warriors, facing attacks above the Sixth Tier, could barely withstand one or two moves before their lives were taken by the arrows, their health bars cleared out.
In just ten seconds, the ten-thousand-strong army fell to the ground, fulfilling their vows of death-defying protection, becoming mere corpses.
The heads of the empire’s decision-makers were not spared either, dying one by one in the rain of arrows, invaded by the Power of Death.
Zi Liyuan did not descend but casually opened the summoning gate again, and a thousand vampires emerged from bats.
Skilled in taking human form, they expertly classified the corpses, packed them up, and simultaneously extracted the souls of notable individuals with soul stones.
Packing, collecting corpses, an all-in-one service, and then sending the notable corpses to Zi Liyuan.
As for the ten thousand soldiers, their bodies were stripped of equipment and tossed naked into a large pit dug casually.
How to deal with these bodies would be decided after settling things for now.
For Zi Liyuan, corpses are excellent materials with broad uses.
But the primary goal now is to swiftly occupy the planet Belfarm.
Casually taking out a huge projection tool, he projected the images of the high-ranking heads’ corpses over the Imperial Capital, visible to everyone inside and outside the city.
Almost the moment the projection appeared, within seconds, the morale of the resisting army in the Imperial Capital collapsed.
Seeing the top brass of the empire all taken down was bewildering for the resisting army.
Defending the capital, guarding the leaders, these were their leaders, and while they were still resisting, their bosses had been wiped out and their bodies projected for all to see.
This was a massive blow to an army full of conviction.
In an instant, some soldiers were dispirited, their morale shattered, dropping their weapons, collapsing to the ground, ashen-faced, giving up resistance.
Another part of the soldiers went completely mad, starting to exhaust all their inner strength, unleashing wave after wave of stronger attacks, wanting to tear the enemy into pieces to avenge their leaders.
But in the face of absolute power, their attacks only caused minor trouble and were easily neutralized.
The Spectral Dragon Legion had no mercy for these soldiers.
They killed when they should, but those who gave up resistance and dropped their weapons were merely driven together, watched over by hundreds of Spectral Dragon Replicas.
