Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 134: Appearance of the Beast God Envoy

As for the battle between the undead Royalty Stonewall and the Inferno Horn Behemoth, the Inferno Horn Behemoth had long since been slain.

With the Black Ember Blade in its grasp, no beast stood a chance. The blade was simply too sharp for fur or hide to withstand.

Each swing carved through flesh and bone as though they were nothing more than parchment before a razor.

The Behemoth had lost one of its massive horns, and a deep gash split open its head and belly.

The wounds were gruesome and merciless. At the center of a vast crater lay a dark, glistening pool of blood.

That blood belonged to the Inferno Horn Behemoth.

With both colossal beasts defeated, Thoren did not relax or allow complacency to take root. Victory on a battlefield such as this was never final. He immediately cast his undead skills.

[Undead Summoning.]

[Bone Manipulation.]

Instantly, thick necromantic energy surged into the corpses of the War Tide Lion and the Inferno Horn Behemoth.

The air grew heavy and frigid as dark currents coiled around their fallen forms.

Cracked bones shifted back into place with unsettling snaps and grinds. Shattered ribs aligned.

Severed ligaments stitched themselves together under invisible threads of deathly power.

In mere seconds, the two dead beasts trembled and pushed themselves upright.

Their eyes ignited with terrifying soul fire.

The War Tide Lion’s once-proud golden pupils were gone, replaced by hollow sockets filled with flickering yellowish flames.

The Inferno Horn Behemoth’s ruined skull straightened, its broken horn jagged yet menacing.

Now four Level 18 undead servants stood under Thoren’s control.

His confidence rose sharply.

Even so, he did not allow arrogance to cloud his judgment.

His perception remained fully active, scanning the battlefield for hidden threats or unexpected shifts.

He had survived this long not through pride, but through caution.

As he observed his undead army, he noticed something that pleased him greatly.

All of his elite Level 16 undead had leveled up. They had advanced to Level 17.

A subtle but meaningful increase.

Apart from the elite undead, many Level 14 and Level 15 undead had also advanced. The brutal battle had served as nourishment for his army.

Through slaughter and destruction, his forces had grown stronger once again.

This was the true terror of a necromancer.

The longer the war lasted, the stronger he became.

He shifted his gaze across the devastated battlefield. Most of the Beast God Sect members had been slaughtered.

Only a few remained, desperately attempting to flee through the ruined forest.

Their mounts were wounded. Their armor shattered. Fear had replaced faith in their eyes.

But escape was impossible.

Within less than a minute, the remaining members of the Beast God Sect were cut down by the relentless undead tide.

There was no mercy.

Silence gradually descended.

The air reeked with the thick stench of blood. Severed arms and legs lay scattered across the battlefield.

Shattered armor and broken weapons were strewn across the torn earth.

Ancient trees had been reduced to splinters. The once-lush forest now resembled a graveyard of war.

Without hesitation, Thoren issued a mental command.

At once, his undead servants began equipping themselves with discarded armor and weapons.

Rusted swords were lifted.

Cracked shields were strapped onto skeletal arms. Bloodstained breastplates were forced onto decaying torsos.

Every resource was utilized.

Nothing was wasted.

Just as the last of the undead began rearming themselves, Thoren felt it.

A terrifying presence was rushing toward his position.

It was extraordinarily fast.

And completely silent.

No tremor warned of its approach.

No snapping branch betrayed its movement.

Yet his sharpened perception sensed the distortion in the air itself.

"Kill," Thoren commanded mentally, his will transmitted instantly.

All four Level 18 undead turned toward the direction he indicated.

Boom!

Before Thoren or his undead army could fully react, the Undead Inferno Horn Behemoth was sent flying like a ragdoll.

Its massive body tore through hundreds of ancient trees, shattering them into fragments.

The force carved a deep trench into the earth, leaving a devastating trail of destruction that stretched across the forest floor.

Before the undead Behemoth could halt its uncontrolled flight, a figure appeared before it.

Bang! Bang!

Thunderous sounds exploded through the forest. The ground trembled violently.

Within seconds, the Undead Inferno Horn Behemoth was reduced to fragments.

Bones shattered into small shards.

Flesh was mangled into paste.

Its skull was pulverized beyond recognition.

It died for the second time.

And this time, there would be no resurrection.

Standing over the pulverized remains was the Beast God Envoy.

Its massive frame radiated intimidation. The air around it twisted unnaturally, as if struggling to escape the immense pressure emanating from its body.

Jagged, serrated teeth lined its elongated maw, enough to send chills down any spine. Its bulging muscles rippled with explosive strength.

Thick scales layered its body like natural armor.

A long, deadly tail swayed gently behind it, slicing through the air with quiet menace.

Looking at the reptilian figure, Thoren’s expression darkened.

The aura it emitted was unmistakable.

This was no ordinary Level 18 beast.

It was a Level 19 existence.

A step closer to the apex predator of the first floor.

A translucent panel appeared before Thoren’s eyes.

[Storm Tyrant Crocodile]

[Level: 19]

[Attributes: Strength 50, Constitution 44, Agility 36, Spirit 6, Defense 41]

[Trait (1): Tempest Jaws – Bites are enhanced with crushing force, dealing additional damage.]

[Trait (2): Storm Armor – Hardened scales increase defense by 20%.]

[Trait (3): Chain Thunder Combo – A rapid three-hit claw and fist combination sustained for one minute.]

Reading the attributes, Thoren involuntarily inhaled sharply.

This was the first time he had encountered such overwhelmingly high stats.

Strength at 50.

Defense at 41, further amplified by a 20% increase.

This creature was a walking catastrophe.

But the shock lasted only a brief moment.

His gaze hardened, burning with a fighting spirit.

Retreat was not an option.

For a moment, deafening silence blanketed the forest. The carnage and the stench of blood seemed to fade into the background. Only two presences dominated the battlefield now.

Thoren and the Beast God Envoy. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

A humanoid Storm Tyrant Crocodile.

"Kill," Thoren commanded.

Whoosh!

The undead Royalty Stonewall, the undead King Kong Ape, and the undead War Tide Lion surged forward simultaneously.

At the same instant, the Storm Tyrant Crocodile vanished from its position.

Boom!

The three undead collided with the Storm Tyrant at nearly the same moment.

The undead King Kong Ape and the War Tide Lion were instantly sent flying under the Storm Tyrant’s terrifying fist strike.

The sheer force behind the blow distorted the air and crushed the ground beneath them.

They crashed into the forest like meteors.

Meanwhile, the undead Royalty Stonewall swung its deadly Black Ember Blade, aiming directly for the Storm Tyrant’s torso.

Clank!

A deep metallic sound reverberated through the air.

The hardened scales and muscle of the Storm Tyrant deflected the blade. It was as though steel had struck reinforced iron.

Even so, the undead Royalty Stonewall was no ordinary opponent. Though only Level 18, its Overpower trait from when it had been alive made it one of the strongest at that level.

Bang! Bang!

Clank! Clank!

The Storm Tyrant and the undead Royalty Stonewall exchanged dozens of blows in rapid succession.

Fists collided with blades.

Shockwaves rippled outward with each impact, uprooting trees and cracking the earth.

The Storm Tyrant moved with astonishing agility for its size, skillfully avoiding direct hits from the Black Ember Blade.

Its claws tore through the air, leaving faint trails of distortion.

If it had not chosen to ignore the blade and trade blows recklessly, it might have sent the undead Royalty Stonewall flying from the very beginning.

But even the Level 19 Envoy understood the threat posed by that weapon.

The Black Ember Blade could cut it.

And that alone made this battle dangerous.

Behind the Storm Tyrant, the undead King Kong Ape and War Tide Lion were already rising once more, soul fire blazing brighter than before.

The true battle had only just begun.