The North Island warrior held a two-handed sword in his left hand and a giant hammer in his right. His skin gradually turned crimson, his muscles swelled as if inflated, and a goat-like horn slowly sprouted from his forehead. Each of his attacks possessed the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, each step made the room tremble slightly, and every wound made his body grow even larger, eventually towering above the roof, forcing him to fight with his body hunched over.

The dwarf pulled out a dagger, crouched down, and the light projected around him gradually distorted and changed until he seemed to disappear without a trace.

Theodore found a bone whistle in a drawer and blew hard into it. To his surprise, this method of controlling the 'Necromancer's Successor' failed, and the monsters continued their attack.

"How is this possible?!" Theodore stared blankly at the object in his hand. He quickly realized something was strange. Although the bone whistle looked very similar, it was a complete counterfeit!

“Someone came to my lab and switched my things…” Theodore paused at this point.

At this moment, Jerome drew his longsword from his right hand and removed his glove from his left. The ninth-ranked member of the 'Discord Legion' finally revealed his ability—'Disintegration'.

Unlike his normal right hand, Jerome's left hand resembled a demon's limb, its skin covered in crimson scales, and its fingers transformed into sharp claws. Anything touched by his left hand would decompose into more primordial matter.

Metals will be transformed into a substance resembling mineral powder; wood will be transformed into a raw material resembling fibers; and flesh and blood will be broken down into a mass of white, foamy mucus.

Most of the "Necromancers" couldn't last a single round against the three of them before being torn to pieces. But a steady stream of monsters poured in through the hidden door.

The confined space, coupled with the chaotic and unpredictable supernatural abilities of the 'Necromancer', caused the balance of victory to gradually shift, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable for the 'Conflict Legion'.

Finally, the warrior was the first to fall, instantly devoured by the undead until only his skeleton remained; the dwarf was the second to be caught and bitten, only managing a single cry for help before falling silent.

In the end, only Theodore, Jerome, and the tattooed man remained alive in the room.

"Take Lord Theodore and go first!" Jerome grabbed the undead's head with his left hand, watching it turn into slime in the smoke, and shouted at the tattooed man.

Taking advantage of the moment he was dodging, the latter glanced at the densely packed undead in the room, nodded, and slowly moved toward Theodore.

Just then, a plume of black smoke drifted out from the hidden door, passed over everyone's heads, and enveloped Theodore's body.

A roar came from the mouth of the relief association president.

When the tattooed man arrived, the black smoke dissipated, and the old man's body fell out, crashing into the man's arms.

Bright red bloodstains spread from the old man's chest, like a live fish out of water, its mouth agape, but unable to utter a sound.

"Lord Theodore!" Jerome turned around and saw this tragic scene. A mixture of shock, disbelief, regret, and unease flashed across his face in an instant. This brief moment of distraction gave the undead an opportunity, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his back.

The door to the room was kicked open by members of the relief organization. The first person to rush in saw the blood-covered chairman in the arms of the tattooed man and screamed, "Oh my god! They killed the chairman!"