Necromancer: Becoming a God Starting with Skeleton Clone

Chapter 429 The incredible effect of the title, a resounding victory!

Chapter 429 The incredible effect of the title, a resounding victory!

"Don't go forward, Kai."

With my undead creatures acting as the front line, that's enough.

You need to use your experience to judge what these monsters are waiting for.

They are waiting for their leader to give them orders.

Such a large group of mud nymphs must have a leader.

Once the leader is taken down, the rest will be much simpler.

Ah Kai's words put everyone at ease.

Finding and killing the leader among so many mudwomen would definitely be a very troublesome task.

However, killing the leader is more realistic than wiping out the entire group of Mud Spring Banshees.

Only Fangzhou felt something was strange.

In his eagle-eyed vision, all the Mud Spring Banshees appeared as soul points of the same color and size, none of them could be considered a leader.

and----

"Kai, what kind of monster is the Mud Spring Banshee? Is she a kind of undead?"

Fangzhou suddenly spoke up and asked.

Akai shook his head and asked in a somewhat strange tone, "Lord Ark, who instilled this erroneous experience in you?"

The Mud Guillotine is not a spirit of the dead, but a living, strange creature.

"A living monster? I doubt it."

Fang Zhou's expression was solemn. In the world of Soul Eagle Eye, he sensed a strange fluctuation.

The feeling emanating from these mudwomen's soul points was somewhat similar to that of pure undead creatures like skeleton warriors and zombies.

Normal living beings are full of emotions and experience significant mood swings, so their soul luminosity is clearly very vibrant and highly variable.

Only undead creatures like zombies or skeleton warriors, devoid of emotion, intelligence, and fearlessness, can present such an unchanging feeling.

The large group of Mud Spring Banshees before Ark, though showing some changes in their soul points on the surface, gave it a deathly atmosphere.

And that's what he's most concerned about.

Compared to this, the number of these mud nymphs is not that great.

Anyway, with the undead army there, we can eventually wipe them all out if we spend some time.

"Kill them!"

At that moment, a sharp sound came from an extremely distant place, shaking everyone's eardrums like thunder.

Then, the countless mudwomen simultaneously let out sharp, eerie cries and swarmed towards the group.

Meanwhile, the legalist students in the group had already prepared their combined spells.

A flash of lightning, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.

A blinding, deep purple bolt of lightning shot down from the dark clouds above the group, exploding violently among the swarm of Mud Spring Banshees.

The mudwomen struck by lightning immediately sank into the mud pool, their bodies charred black, and then the lightning danced and spread across the water's surface.

Every mud nymph that came into contact with the electricity screamed and convulsed, as if dancing the most frenzied dance.

"We took down more than ten!"

One of the students shouted with delight.

"Don't let your guard down, prepare for the charge!"

A muffled reply came from the back of the group, followed by the whirring sound of heavy shields being swung.

The sounds of shields striking flesh rang out simultaneously with the hoarse, shrill screams of the Mudwomen.

Fangzhou glanced at the back of the line out of the corner of his eye and saw that a torrential rain of mud nymph corpse fragments was falling there.

A powerful shield dancer student charged through the horde of banshees like a raging rhinoceros, brandishing his large, spiked shield.

The mud nymph blocking his way was not hit by the shield, but flew into the air and fell into pieces.

It was his body that hit and crushed it in the muddy road.

Meanwhile, the undead lines that Ark had deployed on the front lines had already encountered their first wave of combatants.

An exceptionally ugly and tall mud nymph had pounced on the foremost zombie, its withered, black fingers reaching out like chicken claws to grab its face.

The mud succubus has long nails on her claws.

These fingernails are not only hard and sharp, comparable to ordinary steel knives and swords, but they also contain quite potent toxins.

The assistant trainee whose feet were scratched is now forced to stay in the middle of the group.

Although he used his detoxification skills to treat his feet in time, numbness still lingered.

However, such problems do not exist for the undead summons in Ark.

Compared to the sharpness of their gauntlets, these mudwomen pale in comparison to the zombies.

Compared to the potent toxins, the Mudwomen, being living beings, are far less potent than the rotting undead like zombies.

Therefore, the zombie raised its arms and easily blocked the mud nymph's charge.

Then, the undead wielding greatswords of bone stepped forward and slashed at the head of the Mud Spring Banshee.

It reached out to block, and with a long, hissing howl, several of its dark fingers were severed by the longsword, and its foul-smelling black blood spilled onto the ground.

Another giant axe-wielding skeleton warrior stepped forward.

The axe flashed and struck the Mud Spring Demon's thin, bony shoulder.

The axe blade severed the shoulder blade, the shrunken chest cavity, and the ribs, finally wedging itself into the spine of the mud nymph.

The mud nymph screamed in agony, then convulsed and died.

Such fierce fighting was rampant throughout the entire battlefield.

Even the most rigid creatures of nature noticed something was wrong with these mud nymphs.

We are all living beings, but these mud nymphs launched a frenzied attack as if they were fearless of death.

They showed no regard for exchanging injury for injury, or even life for life.

If it weren't for the Ark's undead summons bearing the brunt of the firepower, the defensive line composed solely of the Sea City Military Academy cadets and natural creatures would likely have already resulted in injuries or even deaths.

More mud nymphs surged in from all directions like a tide, their hideous figures swaying all around.

Ark had already unleashed several enhancement skills in succession, making the undead front line even more stable.

As the enemies grew denser, Ark first eliminated a few monsters that rushed in front of him, activating the Twilight buff from his Twilight Robe.

He then gripped the Necromancer's Orb, transforming it into a magical turret, and began a magical bombardment of the densely packed Mud Spring Banshees.

However, these mud nymphs seem to have a tendency to become undead, lack consciousness, and are also poisonous.

The Corruption skill tree that Ark previously relied on wasn't very effective.

He tends to use bone-piercing spears, bone shockwaves, and even corpse explosions to cause massive casualties.

Under the magical bombardment of Ark and the other students, the Mud Spring Banshee that rushed at them collapsed into the mud like a broken puppet, her strange screams echoing through the sky.

The warrior trainees also wielded warhammers, longswords, and spiked shields to meet the attack head-on, splattering black blood.

The first wave of mud nymphs that rushed up were smashed to pieces like waves blocked by reefs.

However, before everyone could even catch their breath, a second wave of mud nymphs surged up once more.

With a thunderous roar, deep purple lightning once again struck down from the sky, raging like a monstrous serpent among the succubi of the mud springs.

The piercing screams blended together, creating a clear gap in the dark mass of mudwomen.

However, in just a few breaths, the void was filled by the surging mud nymphs.

Strictly speaking, from Ark's perspective as an elite commander, the Mud Spring Banshee is not very suitable for organizing frontal attacks.

They only have four fingers, and the lack of a crucial thumb prevents these monsters from equipping themselves with weapons.

Moreover, after leaving the lurking mud, their movements became quite sluggish.

In a one-on-one fight, these Mud Spring Banshees are at most equivalent to ordinary monsters of the lower Iron rank.

However, the sheer number of animals and the lush, swampy environment more than compensated for this shortcoming.

The team killed at least dozens of Mud Spring Banshees in just over ten minutes, but the ugly black shadows swaying in front of the Ark showed no signs of decreasing.

Although the other members of the team were still in excellent physical condition, they felt a bit of pressure.

This pressure is not only physical, but more importantly, psychological.

The Mud Spring Banshees launched a relentless offensive, each one fearless as they charged headlong into the defensive line formed by the skeleton warriors and zombies, behaving like the most fanatical believers.

This situation simply cannot be explained by mere viciousness.

No matter how vicious the Mud Spring Banshee was, she would still hesitate and shrink back when dozens of her companions lay dead on the ground.

Even the rest of the team noticed that something was wrong.

"Something's strange! These mud nymphs seem a bit odd!"

Ye Yinzhu's voice came from between the chants and music.

"That's right!"

Hong Yang brandished his spellbook and mace, continuously casting priest buff spells.

"If these mud slugs are always this ferocious, I don't believe our former allies in nature will ever be able to get through the Withered Swamp!"

"The Mud Spring Banshee should be a monster that bullies the weak and fears the strong—it should be—"

Ah Kai huddled in the middle of the group, muttering things he himself was starting to doubt.

Fang Zhou thought for a moment and, seeing that the battle line was very stable, called Hong Yang, Ye Yinzhu, Gu Yueyuan, A Kai, Milio and others together for a short wartime command meeting.

Let's discuss this, everyone.

This battle cannot be resolved in the short term.

Fortunately, we clearly have an absolute advantage in strength.

The next question is: should we force our way out of the siege of these mud nymphs, or hold our ground and kill them all?

Ye Yinzhu hesitated for a moment, then said, "I suggest we break through as soon as possible."

The swampy terrain here is not very advantageous for us to set up a defensive line.

And our target is the Tomb of the Dead, not to kill all the monsters in the swamp.

Hong Yang, however, held a different opinion.

"I think it's best to stay put and kill them all."

With the undead creatures summoned by the Ark's top players tanking the front lines, as long as we're careful and attack from a distance, our kill efficiency is quite high.

These mudwomen are the local tyrants of the withered swamp, and they move much faster than we do in the swamp.

"If we don't eliminate or defeat them here, their constant stalking and harassment will exhaust us."

The other leaders also expressed their opinions.

With the terrifying combat power displayed by the Ark and the tireless army of undead as their support, most opinions still lean towards holding the position and eliminating or defeating the group of Mud Spring Banshees.

This aligns with Ark's ideas.

After democratic centralism, Fangzhou, as the temporary commander of this mixed team, made up his mind.

"That's settled then. Notify all departments within one hour."

"Aim to annihilate this group of mud nymphs within an hour."

"yes!"

Now that they had decided to engage in a major battle, Ark no longer cared too much about its magical power.

He summoned two more squads of skeleton archers to compensate for the lack of ranged firepower.

Unfortunately, Olaf, the berserker spirit, was recently killed by the Skeleton Lord outside the Bone Castle. He is currently recovering and cannot be summoned as a commander or vanguard.

The command of the war can only rely on the Ark and a few elite undead officers.

The entire battlefront was seamlessly integrated under Ark's command.

The outer perimeter is protected by undead creatures such as skeleton warriors and zombies.

The middle layer consists of some tough and resilient races among natural creatures, as well as combat professionals among the cadets of the Haicheng Military Academy.

The inner layer consists of mages and archers responsible for ranged attacks. There are also some valuable support classes.

With a conscious effort to huddle together, the entire expedition team huddled tightly together, carrying out a well-organized defensive counterattack.

From a bird's-eye view, under Ark's command, the entire expedition team's formation resembled a fist poised to strike.

They were waiting for the perfect moment to smash the mud nymphs in the face.

The ignorant mud nymphs who were besieging them were completely unaware of this.

They could only feel their battle lines advancing, so they surged forward desperately, wanting to break through the expeditionary force's defenses in one fell swoop.

Before they knew it, their formation became increasingly dense.

This is undoubtedly excellent news for the numerous mages and archers in the expedition team.

One wide-area destructive spell after another, even if thrown blindly into the battle, can cause considerable damage.

And the Ark is naturally the most eye-catching part.

After the battle lines stabilized, he completely delegated command of the undead creatures to elite undead officers, no longer focusing his energy on trivial micromanagement.

Entering a state of full-force spellcasting, he once again transformed into a magical turret, recklessly unleashing his firepower.

As the fierce battle continued, the number of Mud Spring Banshees was constantly being depleted.

The Natural Expeditionary Force only contributed some battle energy and mana.

Nevertheless, after the battle had lasted for half an hour, the warriors of the Natural Expeditionary Force clearly felt the pressure increasing.

Zhang Wu's face had turned somewhat pale from continuously casting spells.

He brandished his Nature Staff, unleashing a burst of thorny, poisonous spikes that forced the distant Mud Spring Banshee back, then shouted urgently.

"Captain, this can't go on! Let's get serious!"

"good!"

Fangzhou had already had this idea, so he agreed and then freed one hand to take out the long-dormant Heroic Spirit Battle Banner from the spatial storage capsule.

"To perish with the devil!"

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