One after another, undead warriors burning with terrifying ghostly flames burst forth from beneath the yellow earth.
Long, eerie green beams of light were reflected in Aurelian's bewildered eyes.
Each of these undead warriors possesses considerable strength.
Aurelion could sense the powerful aura emanating from their skeletons.
The eerie green flames burned even more fiercely as the undead warriors gathered together.
Like a restless wild beast, it tore a wall of blazing fire with its anger.
The undead dragon in the sky made Aurelion tremble.
The oppressive aura of the fifth rank swept across and spread throughout this Netherworld.
At that moment, Aurelion's mind began to form some guesses.
Karin's words confirmed her thoughts.
Looking at the group of death row inmates transformed into undead warriors, Karin's ghostly flames froze for a moment.
The upper and lower jaws trembled and collided together, making a rapid clicking sound.
A wave of terror, like fireworks, burst forth in its ignorant mind.
"How did Mr. Victor manage to release all these death row inmates?"
Oh my God!
Damn it, God of Death! Now I'm really doomed!
Awooo—!!!
Just then, the undead dragon raised its head and let out an angry roar at the star-studded night sky.
The surrounding dust was instantly stirred up by the sound waves, and the space became winding and distorted, spreading to all directions.
It flapped its skeletal wings, which were wreathed in ghostly fire, and launched an attack on the general surrounded by nebulae.
The undead warriors seemed to have been inspired by the dragon's actions, and each of them went barefoot onto the sand, charging forward at the forefront.
Warrior, assassin, hunter, cavalryman, priest...
The undead warriors from all walks of life rallied their fighting spirit, cooperating with each other as they had in life to meet the powerful enemy before them.
A raging sea of eerie green fire surged across the boundless yellow earth, as if to engulf all living beings in the depths of this prison.
Seeing the undead warriors wielding swords and axes charging towards him, General Meteor also began to act.
A beam of blazing starlight descended like a meteorite, showering its body with light.
In an instant, his already strong arms became even larger, as if enveloped by a dense nebula.
Like carved lines etched on his body, tracing across his thick and resilient frame.
As the starlight faded, four more muscular arms emerged from his body.
At the ends of his four arms, blue threads were connected to his heart.
Four extra, thick, star-shaped arms hung high in the air, their chains at the ends shimmering with an ethereal light, like a curtain suspended in the sky.
He stood still, his four arms raised high, slamming down hard on the surging undead warriors.
boom--!
The sandstorm was thrown up thousands of feet by this blow, and the nebula in his hands was scattered but quickly gathered back on his arms.
The dust storms it stirred up almost completely obscured it, and its body was half-encased in steel and nebulae.
The undead warriors were experienced and quick-witted, dodging the massive arms. Their raised swords and axes slammed into the hard body, but seemed to have no effect on it.
Their swords and axes, wreathed in flames, slashed at the steel body, but after a series of bangs, the nebula and steel remained unbroken.
The onlookers were stunned by the fierce battle in front of them.
Karin stared at the battle ahead, where nebulae and will-o'-the-wisps were intertwined, her mouth agape and her jaw wobbling precariously.
The entire skull trembled incessantly like a frightened bird.
The soul flames suspended in mid-air also began to flicker, and the two blazing flames in the empty eye sockets rotated along the outline of the head, eerie and bewildering.
The lowest-ranking death row inmates are actually fighting against the most powerful sealed artifact in the prison?
Good heavens, how could it have such a dream?
Aurelion and Priscilla were both somewhat mesmerized, their eyes reflecting the spreading and gathering of the eerie green flames.
Through her shock, Priscilla felt an overwhelming surge of excitement and passion.
This battle was so intense that even bystanders were deeply captivated by its spirited and fighting atmosphere.
Aurelion remained silent, focusing intently on the use of necromancy on the battlefield and the actions of the warriors.
In order to learn from experience and wisdom.
As they watched the battle with great interest, Viktor's calm voice rang out from the side:
Do you know its origin?
The two shook their heads, and even Karin looked at Viktor with some curiosity.
Victor gazed at the towering Meteor General and began to explain to the two men and the skeleton:
"On this vast expanse of yellow sand, it is revered as the Meteor General."
"It comes from an incredibly ancient era."
"That was an era when the gods still existed."
At that time, the Kingdom of Kant had not yet been established, and the dominant power on this continent was the [Starry Kingdom].
This is a country blessed by the gods.
Its power was such that even the present-day territory of the Kingdom of Kant was nothing more than one of its cities back then.
Whenever time reaches a certain point, the gods will bestow the blessings of the stars, helping this kingdom to rise to heroism.
General Meteor was one of these heroes.
It possesses immense power to protect the kingdom and safeguard the tokens that connect it to the gods.
The title 'Meteor General' comes from the honor bestowed upon it by the Starry Kingdom—[The Western Guardian of the Four Directions].
However, after the gods left, the Star Kingdom, having lost the protection of divine power, gradually weakened due to its over-reliance on the blessings of the stars.
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