Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1883: Arthur’s Ingenuity

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"It’s futile, you dullards."

With a snap of her fingers, the scattered materials fused into titanic Undead that assaulted them from every direction.

However, Arthur, Nyx, Arachne, and Emeraldine fought back fiercely, shattering the constructs with everything they had.

While Laura and Catarina charged forward, they obliterated any obstacles that appeared at their flanks.

"What is this?! It’s not mere teamwork... This is an Olympus War Formation?!"

She quickly realized they had adapted the War Formations of Olympus—specifically those of Ares—into their own techniques.

By synchronizing the fluctuations of their Auras, their stances, and their movements, they created formations without relying on magic, skills, techniques, or materials.

These were Olympus’s unique War Formations!

They provided exceptional defense and the flexibility to counter any threat, while granting massive stat boosts when executed perfectly.

A single mistake, however, could collapse the entire formation and deliver devastating backlash.

They were truly fighting with a double-edged sword, carefully balancing their energies to prevent the powerful structure from crumbling.

This display proved to Annette that, despite her view of them as "dullards" and "as inexperienced as babies," they were pushing their limits with whatever they possessed.

"By synchronizing their auras and straining to their utmost, they are slowly closing the gap between us... Hmph! As if!"

Annette’s pride blinded her to the intricate, complex choreography unfolding before her.

Because this was far more elaborate than a single War Formation.

Arthur continuously released dozens of "threads" from his body.

Each thread was a miniature, compressed formation sustained by his vast reserves of Ki and his Unique Body.

These threads wove around the War Formation Aura, amplifying it dozens of times and triggering a growing effect.

The more they destroyed, the more essence accumulated, forming an ethereal core within their formation aura.

Then another core appeared, and another, and another!

Each core was a crystallized Dream Soul Sphere...

And each Dream Soul Sphere Core was a dozen times stronger than an ordinary sphere.

Combined with their relentless advance, this created an "illusion."

"...?"

Annette stared in disbelief.

Suddenly the dragon—and the war formation behind it—split.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four times.

Five times.

"What?!"

Annette could no longer process the absurdity.

"E-Enough!"

In fury she swung her hands. Gigantic nether hands erupted from her domain, which she had compressed into multiple portals around herself.

Yes, she summoned many domains at once with a mere thought.

"{Nether Ghost King Hands Of Withering Death}!"

Each hand struck toward them and their "illusions."

Some illusions shattered, prompting a proud smile from her.

But!

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

The rest passed through untouched, demolished the hands, and then...

Attacked her from every angle.

Her protective pillars and formations collapsed one after another.

"You have to be kidding me! What sort of madness is this...?!"

After all the outrageous things Annette herself had done, she found this the true insanity!

And indeed it was.

Surrounded on all sides, Annette had no choice but to endure the onslaught.

She could not teleport away; the space remained unstable, part of Maria’s very body.

And in fact...

"Ngh?!"

Annette gritted her teeth as dozens of phantasmal hands materialized from thin air and coiled around her.

"E-Enough! Stop—AAH!"

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

Arthur’s plan succeeded!

Five strikes landed.

The first came from their true selves.

The other four originated from what Arthur called the "Dream Ghost War Formation"!

An astonishing original technique born from layering more than ten different formations and skills atop his sister’s creation.

They had developed it to face the Gods, yet they were forced to unleash it against just one of these three formidable Vampires!

Who, incidentally, were unaffected by sunlight.

"Hahh... Impressive. So the pitiful little humans can accomplish a thing or two."

Annette had been struck five times. Her body bore burnt wounds and heavy bruises, yet she appeared far less damaged than expected.

Even the Heavenly Demon’s modified martial arts, enhanced by Wu Lieng, fell short!

"But why? She’s clearly not as durable as her father or brother...!" Arthur pondered desperately, accelerating his thoughts to their absolute limit. "That’s...!"

Then he saw them—countless blue threads.

He could perceive them only after switching to the Nether Harbor Eyes of the Underworld, a vision technique he had absorbed to better observe his sister’s necromancy.

Without that sight, Annette’s actions would have remained completely invisible!

These phantasmal threads connected to another dimension.

It was a compressed Domain of her own design.

Annette possessed no Inner Realm and no Blood Soul Realm like the Vampires of Umbralheim could cultivate.

Her bloodline was too diluted to grant such privileges.

Therefore, over hundreds of years she had crafted her own Inner Realm, solidifying dozens of Formations and Domains and fusing them into a pocket dimension housed within her soul.

And not just anywhere—inside her Soul Origin Core, the deepest part of one’s soul, which her unparalleled necromancy allowed her to manipulate freely.

There Arthur realized she was transferring 99% of the incoming damage elsewhere.

He could already guess she was using her own Undead as living shields!

He heard countless souls being extinguished as they absorbed nearly all the damage, only to be forcibly revived by her necromancy in an endless cycle of torment.

This perpetual loop of destruction and resurrection generated vast quantities of negative emotions—energy that fueled Annette’s immense magic even further.

The more damage she took, the stronger she grew!

RUMBLE!

"Truly, you’re quite adorable."

She smiled, fully recovered, her Aura surging dozens of times more powerful than before! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Her magic blanketed everything. Hundreds of death pillars erupted.

"I will now proceed to exterminate your souls. You won’t be able to revive if I erase them completely, correct? I noticed her revival spell requires at least a tiny remnant of body and soul. So long as I obliterate every trace, you will be gone forever... No, better yet—I will seize your Soul Origins and revive you as my Undead! Wonderful. Let’s do that."

As everyone watched the pillars rise and merge into a colossal formation...

"Everyone! Second Formation! Third Stance!"

"Hm?"

Annette observed Arthur’s desperate command as the group abruptly shifted positions.

A giant shield-like symbol materialized above them.

"Another War Formation? How dull. There is a reason even you could destroy Olympus—they were all a bunch of clowns."

Annette rolled her eyes and conjured a gigantic formation of her own. Hundreds of thousands of undead compressed their endless agony into a fracture that tore through space and time.

"{Myriad Suffering Souls Formation: Spacetime-Tearing Ghostly Wails}"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

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