1807 The Army Of Death Approaches
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The lady clad in black armor glanced at the distance, floating in midair utilizing specters that wrapped around her body and moved her around whenever she wanted. Death and Darkness wrapped her body like a dress and her eyes flashed with a deep red color, unnatural of her birth. Her long blonde hair turned completely silver instead, as whatever "life" that once inhabited her body was now completely gone.
Through her body the only thing that flowed was now corrupted Mana, Miasma, and a new energy which even mutated her powers further into something she never possessed, Necrotic Energy, or Nether, as it is often called. A power bestowed upon her when she was taken over by the black armor that possessed now her body and soul.
Her red eyes glanced at the army of humans, desert elves, and beast-men with indifference, as her tireless army of the dead continued marching rapidly. Not even the heat of the desert affected them, they seemed completely unfazed.
"Destroy them, consume them… Do not let any of them live… All of them shall become one with death, so they can finally find peace. I will… bring peace to this world." Elfina said, her voice completely devoid of emotions and life her eyes flashing with bright red light. "Don't worry, you lot… I will save you."
Her mere words turned into magic, the Undead began transforming, shining with bright phantasmal auras and having their stats enhanced, even their skills started to become stronger and more powerful.
"OOOOOHHHHH!"
"DEATH! KILL!"
"DESTROY… CONSUME!"
"FOR OUR QUEEN!"
The Undead kept marching, they were not just souls created through magic, but the ancient souls of all those that had fallen through the many wars of the world of Grand Terra, bound to new rotting bodies, and given the chance to avenge their deaths on the world itself.
And at her side, behind her own shadows, a powerful presence enchanted Elfina's powers even further, two sharp red eyes glanced at the distance, Necrotic Energy flowing across the entire battlefield, boosting the Undead's strength even further.
"Good, you're doing excellent, Summoner." Laughed the entity, not from this world at all, but from another world enveloped in death and darkness. "You're a good vessel. Kireina might have survived now, but we'll make sure to kill her for good now, won't we? You and me… we have more in common than I thought, isn't it?"
It was the arrogant and childish voice of a certain woman…
"Yes, milady…" Elfina said, devoid of any free will.
"That Demon King did a nice job helping me manifest myself in this world… To think she managed to survive. Her allies might be still fiercely fighting my forces, but once they learn that the little hope they have for them is banished for good, all of their morale will drop. And once that happens, they shall become my force. I will slay them one by one… and they shall become my unyielding army of the dead…" The feminine voice started to laugh evilly.
She and Elfina glanced as the army clashed against the Undead, led by Kireina and her new allies, they began devastating the Undead one after the other with flashy magic spells and skills, easily making their way, albeit slowly, towards Elfina herself.
"You're a Queen of the Dead, why don't you raise yourself a fitting throne instead of simply being in the air, dear?"
The voice of this mysterious entity spoke, quickly enchanting the powers of Elfina even further, and channeling her powers into hers, summoning an enormous mass of darkness, divine energy, and necrotic power, gathering, and then materializing into a titan made of bones.
Countless heads of many titans and fallen gods that had been slain in a faraway battlefield began to merge together, many of these beings having already been slain by Kireina's ally. The monster's main head was shaped like a palace made of bones, and in the center of all, a throne of bones and nether had her sitting over there, watching in silence as her army made their way through the desert.
TRUMM…! TRUMM…! TRUMM…!
The steps of he titan made of bones and rotten flesh echoed across the desert. The army of the Goldsand Kingdom trembled in fear before the enormous size and might of the monster.
"And of course, we'll need strong enough guardsmen to protect your majesty." The voice spoke.
Three massive magic circles surged around Elfina's throne, as three tall and powerful-looking skeletons wearing armor emerged. Their very auras exuding a power that vastly exceeded what Kireina and her allies could had ever expected.
"Three of my Necrotic Death Lords, I will let you borrow their power, Elfina. Make sure to completely decimate everyone with them, alright?" The voice laughed, as Elfina nodded.
The three armor-clad skeletons immediately kneeled before Elfina, as they sensed the power of their master within her.
"Milady, you've summoned us here for the reason we have already assumed, no?"
"Indeed, you better make sure to eliminate her and her friends. Don't worry, this world is for weaklings, I bet they're too weak to even stand a chance against you."
"Our forms cannot be contained as much as this place has yet to be fully contaminated with Necrotic Energy, but even with our lowered strength, it shouldn't be anything hard to do."
"Very well then, we shall do as our lady says."
"This world… seems rather interesting. It wouldn't be bad if we could conquer it while we are at it, for a change of phase, perhaps."
"Indeed, it wouldn't be bad at all if we could get ahold of this world. If we can make it into its core, our almighty lord shall be pleased."
"Many ripen souls flow through this world's reincarnation cycle, if we can grab them all, our power will also grow vastly."
"A good part-time job, as some would say."
The three Necrotic Death Lords started to laugh maliciously, as they looked down at Kireina.
"So there she is… the one that escaped death."
"Sadly, you cannot escape it twice."
"Your end is near, Kireina."
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