Bang! Bang!

Crash! Crash!

Two Horn Lizard Soldiers were sent flying, crashing into a nearby store. Their chests were cleaved open, blood gushing out continuously.

The wooden pillars shattered under the impact, sending splinters flying in every direction.

They breathed twice.

And that was their last.

On the street, hundreds of Horn Lizard Soldiers clashed against the horrifying undead soldiers.

The once orderly street had completely turned into a battlefield, stained crimson with fresh blood.

Leading the charge, the two undead Scorpion Commanders tore through their ranks with brutal ease. Their massive bodies surged forward like unstoppable beasts, crushing every resistance before them.

The undead Scorpion Commanders did not attack the weaker Horn Lizard Soldiers.

Their targets were the Level 36 and Level 37 Horn Lizard Soldiers, for they posed the greatest threat on the battlefield. As for the others...

The elite vanguard were cutting through them as if they were fish on a chopping board.

There was no surprise at all.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the left flank, the undead Storm Tyrant’s hammer and the undead Guild Captain’s broadsword cut through the enemies. The two undead coordinated their attacks perfectly, leaving no room for the Horn Lizard Soldiers to breathe.

"Ahhh!" "Ahhhh!" "Ahhh!"

The hammer crushed skulls like melons, while the broadsword cut through necks and legs with terrifying precision.

Every swing harvested another Horn Lizard life, leaving mangled corpses scattered across the street.

Screams and cries for help filled the air.

To the right flank, the undead Royalty Stonewall and the undead Elite Jackal Beastman were causing another havoc. One focused on overwhelming defense while the other charged relentlessly through the enemy formation.

Swish!

With each blade strike, arms were severed from the Horn Lizard Soldiers’ bodies, and what followed was their heads separating cleanly from their necks. Blood sprayed into the air before their lifeless bodies collapsed onto the street.

Simple and easy.

As for those who escaped the undead Royalty Stonewall’s blade, they were welcomed by the undead Elite Jackal Beastman’s spiked club.

Bang! Bang!

Scale or not.

Armor or not.

The spiked club ripped through them with absolute ease. Flesh, bones, and scales exploded apart, their fragments flying in every direction under the overwhelming force.

Blood flowed across the street.

Horn Lizard Soldiers’ corpses and severed body parts could be seen everywhere. The once clean mud road had become a river of blood, littered with broken weapons and shattered armor.

Previously, they had been domineering and filled with confidence.

But before the horrifying undead legion, they were nothing.

With their greater numbers, they thought they could overwhelm the undead through sheer superiority.

They believed the undead would eventually be drowned beneath endless waves.

But they were wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Even with the increase in their numbers, the undead did not grow tired nor become scared.

On the contrary, their killing efficiency rose by another level. The more enemies that surrounded them, the faster they harvested lives.

Every second, Horn Lizard Soldiers were falling in droves.

Standing at the center of the carnage, Thoren watched everything like a mighty General overseeing a battlefield. His deep blue eyes calmly swept across every corner of the fight, taking in every movement of his undead army.

He was neither flustered nor intimidated by the gory scene around him.

He had seen worse.

Far worse.

More importantly, the battle was under his control. Therefore, there was no reason for him to be impatient or flustered.

Every movement of his undead legion was reflected clearly within his mind through their mental link, allowing him to command the battlefield with absolute precision.

And if someone was going to be scared, it was his enemy.

’Is this all?’ he thought as he watched the Horn Lizard Clan’s desperate effort to turn the tide of the battle around.

Unfortunately, it was meaningless.

With his current undead legion, there was no way they stood a chance. Even enemies far stronger than the Horn Lizard Clan had been defeated by him.

These weaker soldiers were nothing to begin with.

The battle had been going on for ten minutes, and he had expected the Horn Lizard Clan to send their truly powerful soldiers.

But to his disappointment, apart from the ordinary soldiers and slightly stronger ones, he had yet to see any powerful Horn Lizard Soldiers.

It was as though they were deliberately hiding their strongest forces or waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Shaking his head, he decided to push deeper into the heart of Horn Lizard Town.

His target, the Horn Lizard King’s residence.

As for the Horn Lizard King escaping, that was impossible.

Without his town, there was no way he was going to survive on the Bleeding Desert after all his clansmen had been slaughtered.

His authority, influence, and resources were all rooted within this town.

Thus, he had no choice but to fight.

Therefore, Thoren was in no hurry to reach the King’s residence. Every passing second only weakened the Horn Lizard Clan further.

"Forward." He commanded through the mental link.

Thud! Thud!

Instantly, his undead legion took a confident step forward, pushing the Horn Lizard Soldiers backward like an unstoppable tide.

Those who failed to retreat in time were cut into pieces.

"Ahhh!" "Ahhh!"

With every step, more and more Horn Lizard Soldiers were sent to meet their maker.

Blood splattered across the streets while corpses continued to pile upon one another, turning the battlefield into a gruesome sea of flesh and crimson.

Watching the terrifying killing spree from behind, the King’s trusted aide couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

His serpentine eyes blazed with hatred and fury.

’This damned human...’

’I can’t allow them to keep getting closer.’

’I need to stop them...’

Various thoughts ran through his mind.

He knew that if this continued, it would only be a matter of time before the undead army reached the King’s residence.

Without hesitation, he turned his gaze toward the massive Horn Lizard Soldier standing beside him.

A Level 38 Horn Lizard Commander.

Unlike the ordinary soldiers fighting desperately on the front lines, the commander remained calm.

His towering body radiated a powerful aura, while the massive halberd in his hand emitted a chilling killing intent.

"Stop them by all means."

The trusted aide spoke through gritted teeth, his voice filled with urgency.

The Level 38 Horn Lizard Commander slowly nodded.

His cold eyes shifted toward the silver-haired human standing calmly at the center of the undead legion, and a fierce battle intent surged from within them.

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[AN: This Chapter is sponsored by: Scott_Berry_3382]