Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 177: Malzareth Fear.
Whoosh!
From within Thoren’s undead space, dozens of Undead Starved Drakes burst forward.
The air inside the arena trembled beneath the force of their arrival.
The undead beasts surged forward like dark storm clouds gathering for destruction.
"Kill," Thoren commanded through a mental order.
Whoosh!
Instantly, the dozens of Undead Starved Drakes shot forward at breathtaking speed as they rushed toward Demon Malzareth.
Malzareth slowly turned his crimson gaze toward the incoming swarm.
For the first time since the battle had begun, a flicker of genuine surprise appeared in his eyes.
He knew that powerful necromancers existed in the Abyss, beings capable of commanding vast undead legions.
But he had never expected such power to come from a mere human.
And certainly not from a human necromancer.
Humans were weak creatures.
None of them had ever reached the higher floors of the Abyss before.
Yet the mortal standing before him commanded a terrifying undead army.
"Where did he obtain such power?" Malzareth wondered silently, his brow knitting slightly.
Despite his confusion, his movements did not slow in the slightest.
One of his massive fists slammed into the Undead Rend Colossus, sending the enormous undead servant flying backward once again.
The colossal undead crashed heavily into the arena wall, shattering ancient stone and sending fragments of rock scattering across the battlefield.
Whoosh!
Without sparing it another glance, Malzareth launched himself toward the incoming swarm of Starved Drakes.
His fists blurred as he unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several Undead Starved Drakes were blasted backward under the force of his terrifying punches.
Their bodies spun through the air like broken kites before crashing against the coliseum floor.
Each strike echoed like the beat of a war drum.
His fists moved faster and faster, each attack stronger than the last.
Yet Thoren remained calm as he observed the battle.
Instead of being intimidated, he simply summoned more undead.
From his undead space emerged the Undead Cobra, its massive serpentine body coiling as it slithered onto the battlefield.
Moments later, the Undead King Kong Ape appeared, letting out a thunderous roar as it slammed its enormous fists against the ground.
Alongside them came dozens of additional Level 19 undead beasts.
In a matter of seconds, the arena became completely filled with undead creatures.
The battlefield had transformed into a nightmarish army of death.
But Thoren was not finished yet.
He summoned the four Undead Gravemind Devourers.
The grotesque creatures emerged quietly, their tendrils writhing.
Thoren immediately issued a simple command to each of them.
The moment the Gravemind Devourers joined the battle, the chaotic swarm of undead transformed into a coordinated army.
The undead beasts quickly divided themselves into four groups.
Each group moved with precise coordination under the guidance of one Gravemind Devourer.
Instead of attacking randomly, they now targeted specific parts of Malzareth’s body.
One group attacked from the air.
Another targeted his legs.
A third assaulted his back and blind spots.
The final group struck from the front, forcing him into constant defense.
Meanwhile, Thoren personally took control of his elite undead squad.
The Undead Rend Colossus.
The Undead Storm Tyrant.
The Undead Royalty Stonewall.
Together, they formed the spearhead of the assault.
Surrounded on all sides by countless undead warriors, Malzareth finally lost the last trace of disdain on his face.
His expression turned grim.
His four arms moved simultaneously, throwing punches in every direction.
Yet the undead were simply too many.
Bang!
From his blind spot, a massive tail slammed into his chest.
"Haa!"
Malzareth groaned as the impact forced him to step backward.
Shock flashed through his crimson eyes.
Before he could determine where the attack had come from, a sharp gust of wind brushed past his ear.
Danger!
Without hesitation, he twisted his body and leaned backward.
Bang!
A razor-sharp claw sliced through the air where his head had been only a moment earlier.
The deadly strike belonged to an Undead Wolf, its claws gleaming like blades.
Just as Malzareth prepared to retaliate, a massive hammer smashed into his waist from behind.
Everything happened within the blink of an eye.
Malzareth had no time to react.
Another deep groan escaped his throat as he stumbled forward.
The hammer strike tore open a portion of his muscle, blood spraying across the ground.
But the assault did not stop.
From the sky above, five Undead Starved Drakes descended simultaneously.
They activated their innate skill.
"Wind Blade!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Razor-sharp gusts of compressed wind slashed downward toward the demon.
Malzareth immediately crossed his arms and took a defensive stance to block the aerial attack.
But in doing so, he forgot a crucial truth.
The nature of the battle had changed.
This was no longer a duel.
It was a war.
Boom!
The massive palm of the Undead Rend Colossus came crashing down toward him.
Sensing the danger, Malzareth released a surge of blood energy from his body.
The crimson energy condensed rapidly, forming a protective shield around him.
Boom!
The colossal palm slammed into the blood shield.
The barrier shook violently under the impact.
Malzareth’s expression darkened.
Before he could stabilize the shield, another attack arrived.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Strikes came from every direction.
Claws.
Fangs.
Blades.
Tail strikes.
Hammer blows.
For the first time in the battle, fear crept into Malzareth’s heart.
He had expected this fight to be no different from the countless battles he had fought against humans before.
Humans were weak.
Pathetic.
But the human standing before him was anything but weak.
He was terrifying.
His strength completely defied logic.
Bang!
The blood shield finally shattered under the devastating hammer strike of the Undead Storm Tyrant.
"Ugh!"
This time Malzareth could not maintain his composure.
A mouthful of blood burst from his lips.
Anger and humiliation burned fiercely in his chest.
When was the last time he had been injured like this?
He could not even remember.
But now...
Bang!
The attacks did not stop.
The undead army did not care about his pride.
They did not care about his anger.
They existed only to fulfill their master’s command.
Like tireless killing machines, they continued their assault.
"Earthbreaker Stomp!"
The Undead Rend Colossus slammed its foot into the ground.
A devastating shockwave surged outward.
The impact struck Malzareth’s body, causing his legs to tremble and forcing him to retreat.
Whoosh!
From the shadows, the Undead Royalty Stonewall appeared.
The Black Ember Sword gleamed with deadly intensity.
Slash!
The blade sliced across Malzareth’s leg.
"Ahhh!"
A sharp scream escaped his lips.
He staggered backward as blood poured from the deep wound.
But before he could regain his footing, another strike slammed into his back.
Bang!
He stumbled forward, only to meet a terrifying hammer strike descending from above.
"Chain Combo!"
Bang! Bang!
Malzareth roared in pain as he desperately tried to defend himself against the relentless hammer blows.
Yet the aerial assaults from the Starved Drakes continued raining down from above.
Meanwhile, packs of Undead Wolves launched vicious sneak attacks from every direction, tearing into his flesh with savage claws and fangs.
Within less than two minutes, Malzareth’s once-powerful body was covered in injuries of varying severity.
Cuts.
Fractures.
Torn flesh.
Blood flowed freely across the battlefield.
"Ahhh!"
Suddenly, a massive arm was torn free from his body.
It spun through the air before crashing onto the arena floor.
Blood splattered everywhere.
