My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

As the power of death was injected, the bones began to tremble slightly.

Then, as if it came to life, it began to piece together the skeleton piece by piece, and soon the complete Squig skeleton was formed.

Within its small, round body, a core of eerie green ghost fire suddenly appeared.

To provide them with a continuous source of motivation.

"Roar—!" The resurrected skeleton roared to the sky.

All eyes turned to the saintess floating in mid-air.

They remained motionless, like soldiers awaiting orders.

Seeing that the transformation was successful, Adriana quickly signaled to Dorothy.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready."

"We can begin."

"Hmph, I know," Dorothy replied, glancing at Nana's father.

The buzzing stick in his hand pointed directly in one direction:

"You idiot, run that way! The allied forces are over there!"

"As long as you bring the humans back, this queen will naturally deal with the undead."

"I'll reluctantly allow you and your family to sample this queen's private stash of cakes then, Doro!"

The farmer, his face bruised and swollen, was in so much pain that he was grimacing, but he still covered his face and nodded.

"I understand, Your Majesty. Please rest assured."

"I entrust my family to your care..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly remembered that unspoken rule.

So he quickly changed his tune: "Please punish me properly."

"It's better to avoid them all being such a worry."

He resolutely turned and ran, disappearing into the forest in a flash.

Squig followed closely behind, chasing after him frantically as if he really wanted to devour the man.

The villagers watched the man's figure gradually disappear, and at the same time, they prayed for him.

The fate of the entire village rests on the shoulders of one person.

The six purple moons in the sky slowly tilted, and the silent night began to stir with undercurrents.

When it was midnight.

The human alliance's camp was brightly lit.

A large number of people patrolled the area to prevent attacks from the undead.

Suddenly, a noise came from the forest.

A roar came from afar.

This immediately put the humans on guard to their senses.

They gripped their sword hilts and exchanged a glance.

The captain in charge of the investigation issued a verbal warning:

"There's a problem; we need to check it out, but we must be careful."

"Lest it be a necromancer trap."

"Yes!" the team member replied, drawing his weapon.

With the help of their teammates, they quickly approached the location where the sound was coming from.

As the two sides got closer and closer.

Many people heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Stop, switch to bows and arrows, and be ready to fight at any time," the captain ordered sternly.

He stared intently ahead with a serious expression.

With the help of the light from the six purple moons in the sky.

A human-shaped silhouette suddenly appeared in the dim forest.

"That is..."

The captain squinted and examined it closely, noting that the figure was rather plump, unlike the thin, frail appearance of the undead.

Could it be a human?

In the instant his doubts arose, the figure broke through the darkness, its appearance revealed by the moonlight.

Those were the villagers who had fled here.

"It's a human, stop attacking!"

"Repeat, it's a human, stop attacking."

The captain's words stopped the archers' arrows in time.

This averted an unnecessary loss of life.

"Sir, help! Undead have attacked our village! Please save us!"

The farmer looked terrified, as if he had just escaped a life-or-death situation.

He brought his acting skills to the fullest.

"What? Undead massacre the village?" The patrol captain's expression changed drastically.

He ordered his team behind him, "Everyone be careful, there might be undead around."

The team members, who had initially relaxed, suddenly became extremely tense.

The weapons in their hands were all pointed at the farmer's back.

I was afraid something might suddenly emerge from there.

But as the saying goes, what you fear most is what will happen.

Several round figures suddenly appeared in the dim forest.

They roared to the sky, their voices deafening.

This startled the patrolmen so much that they nearly dropped their weapons.

"Calm down, you bunch of greenhorns."

"Do not expose your weakness to the enemy."

The captain standing at the front was somewhat disappointed in his son.

These greenhorns are really lacking in experience.

If we can practice for a few months, it might come in handy.

For now, they can only serve as patrol personnel on the perimeter.

As Squig's skeleton drew closer, the patrol captain led his recruits to meet it.

Despite everyone's inner fear.

However, Dorothy's side only sent four or five skeletons in total.

In addition, the newly spawned level 1 undead are very weak.

So in just one encounter, they were crushed by the recruits who were around level four.

"Hahaha, so the undead are such weak beings?"

A soldier cleaved away the charging skeleton Squiger.

My initial fear of battle transformed into overwhelming confidence.

It's as if the dead aren't so scary.

This sentiment began to spread among the new recruits.

The captain merely glanced at it and did not interrupt this enthusiasm.

Rather than letting them be afraid to fight, let them become arrogant and complacent.

This way, when facing the undead scourge, they can unleash their full combat power and maintain high morale.

After making this decision in mind,

The captain took the lead and charged forward.

In just a few rounds, the undead were torn to pieces.

He looked thoughtfully at the wreckage on the ground and gave the order:

"Quickly, everyone return to camp; these skeletons will revive soon."

"We can't set them on fire here, or we'll set the forest ablaze."

"We must lure these undead out and then annihilate them in one fell swoop."

The new recruits, having experienced a victory, naturally had no objections.

They helped the farmer up and quickly left the forest, heading briskly toward the campsite in the clearing.

The commotion was observed by the gravediggers on the cliff.

"Hehehehe~, it's finally starting."

"Let's see how humanity deals with this open conspiracy."

He leaned on the shovel in his hand, looking quite smug.

It seemed as if everything was under control.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from below the cliff.

The skeletal knight, controlling his skeletal horse, leaped onto the platform like a swift goat.

"Gravedigger, you will take 2000 Sleepers with you to attack the human reinforcements."

"Together with the Banshee of Scream, transform them all into eternal sleepers."

"Then we will attack from both inside and outside, annihilate this allied force, and complete the cornerstone of the Lich Lord's ideal kingdom."

"Hehehehe~, okay, no problem."

The gravedigger responded, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"My graveyard is in dire need of a collection, and these human soldiers are just the right fit."

He stood up and slung the shovel over his shoulder.

Its tall figure gradually blended into the darkness.

Only Bone Lord remained on the cliff, watching over the allied camp.

"It'll be soon, very soon."

"The kingdom of the eternal sleepers will rise in this borderland."

"The world will once again sing hymns of praise from the dead."

The obsessive knight, controlling the skeletal horse, also vanished into the darkness.