My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

Cyril, on high alert, stared at the LV9 elite title above the enemy's head.

And three green labels: the dead (green), the buried (green), and the skeleton collector (green).

His expression was as solemn as could be.

"Hmph, so it seems you're the one controlling these undead."

"Do a bunch of filthy blasphemers have the right to judge humanity?"

"Oh? Why can't I comment? Aren't you all stupid enough?"

The gravedigger raised an eyebrow, his disdain becoming even more pronounced.

He pointed at the weapon in Cyril's hand and delivered a fatal blow:

"This weapon is indeed quite good, but it's a pity you're all so stupid that you actually explained its structure to my undead hounds."

"Do they really think we dead are all idiots?"

"Can't think of a solution?"

Upon hearing this, Cyril's expression changed drastically.

He had been wondering why these spirits were hiding; it turned out the contents of the meeting room had been exposed.

Damn it, we still don't understand the abilities of the undead.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have made such a basic mistake.

Regret filled Cyril's heart, and he felt deeply guilty.

Fortunately, Scarface patted him on the shoulder at just the right moment.

Don't be discouraged, this isn't your fault.

"I didn't realize that at the time either."

He took responsibility and looked at the tall gravedigger.

"Hey, big guy. What good will it do you if you find out?"

"Are we just going to keep hiding?"

"If they intend to use up all their oil, then we can use another weapon to fight them."

"Just cut down these low-level skeletons of yours."

"They can still be destroyed using fire weapons."

"The only difference is that it's a little more troublesome."

With just a few words, Scarface found a way out for the demoralized humans.

They glanced at the weapon in their hands, then remembered they had another one.

They all drew their steel swords, ready to carry out Scarface's strategy.

As long as we can ensure that the undead cannot be resurrected, that's fine.

That way, we would still have the strength to fight.

Seeing the humans regain their fighting spirit, the gravedigger became somewhat angry.

That alchemist thwarted his goal of destroying human confidence; he deserves to die.

Indeed, when it comes to killing, one should first kill the intelligent.

But there's no rush.

He needs to figure out what's wrong with the village.

So he shouted in the direction of the village elder's house:

"Banshee, what the hell are you doing?"

"Do you intend to disobey Bone Lord's orders?"

The gravedigger's roar was deafening, echoing throughout the entire village.

This has caused tension among all of humanity.

They were terrified of a sudden attack.

"My lord, could it be that these undead have reinforcements?"

The adjutant gripped his weapon tightly, his eyes darting back and forth between all the houses in the village.

They were trying to find out if the other party was bluffing.

At this point, Cyril narrowed his eyes as he drew his longsword.

He gave his answer with great certainty:

I don't know if there will be reinforcements.

"But this enemy is clearly a cunning fellow; don't believe anything he says."

"It's better to trust the detection reel than the other party."

"To prevent the morale of the troops from wavering again."

The adjutant, who seemed reliable, nodded, an expression of admiration on his face.

"You're right, sir. The enemy might be trying to launch a feint."

"Use something that doesn't exist to attract our attention."

"It distracts us from focusing on the enemy."

Their back-and-forth dialogue effectively defined the gravedigger's question.

This is a misjudgment that both Dorothy and Scarface would very much like to see.

As long as no ambush is discovered, the stealthy attack plan can continue.

Secretly weakening the strength of both sides.

Quietly raise your own level.

Having finished his discussion with his adjutant, Cyril stopped wasting words.

He stared intently at the gravedigger opposite him, deciding to capture the leader first.

Since the undead are avoiding battle and dare not attack, then we should find a way to kill this elite monster.

Once the monster dies, the undead will lose control.

In the end, it will fall apart.

They were utterly destroyed by their flaming longswords.

"Whoosh!!" Cyril transformed into a blur as he drew his sword.

It appeared before the gravedigger in an instant.

The flaming longsword in his hand rapidly enlarged, and only two words flashed through his mind: "So fast!"

In the blink of an eye,

The Gravedigger, with his level nine elite template, blocked Cyril's fatal blow with his shovel: [Instant Slash].

Although there is a significant gap in their levels of understanding.

But after all, one has just broken through, while the other is a level nine extreme elite.

Therefore, they are almost identical in terms of attributes.

Only then can they fight to a standstill.

"Hehehehe, I didn't expect you to be so good at hiding your true nature."

"He's actually a level 10 human powerhouse."

"Unfortunately, this cannot change the final outcome."

"You will all join the kingdom of the eternal sleepers."

The gravedigger tried to continue provoking Cyril with words, but Cyril was completely unmoved.

He activated another of his abilities, Metal Enchantment, to increase the sharpness of his flaming longsword.

It slowly and forcefully cut itself into the shovel.

"Hmm? Metal-based enchantment? Impressive."

The gravedigger raised an eyebrow, immediately spinning his shovel in an attempt to break the fragile flaming sword.

This forced Cyril to kick out.

This temporarily created distance between the two sides.

Once he regained his footing, he flung his weapon, and sparks flew to the ground, igniting a raging fire.

Bathed in the firelight, Cyril appeared like a war god emerging from the flames.

Not only was his armor gleaming, but even his golden hair was tinged with the color of flames.

"You blasphemous dead, your eternal sleep is but an eternal prison!"

"Let me use the fire of science to send you to your rest!"

Cyril, with one hand behind his back and the other holding his sword to his chest, was determined to complete the knight's battle ritual, even as his cheeks burned by the flames.

This resolute attitude completely aroused the gravedigger's warlike nature.

"Hehehehe~, interesting."

"The more fiercely a collection resists, the more valuable it is."

"Looks like I need to get a little more serious."

He suddenly exuded a strong dark aura, and his 2.5-meter-tall body looked like a demon god.

The broken shovel in his hand was restored to its original state under the nourishment of the power of death.

Even the green light on the head became even more dazzling.

"Come on, let me show you my collection, you human."

The gravedigger plunged his shovel into the ground.

A large amount of green light flowed down the head of the shovel and into the ground.

Soon, one coffin after another burst through the ground, creating a scene as chilling as a graveyard.

Clang, clang, clang...

The coffin that emerged from the ground opened its lid at the same time.

The various kinds of skeletons inside were exposed.

Among them were the skeletons of dwarves wearing armor and holding large hammers.

There were also monster skeletons with a mouth full of fangs and four arms.

And humanoid skeletons of all kinds of people.

There are approximately 50 of them, with an average level of 6 to 7.

They are definitely a core force of the undead.

The sudden appearance of this group of enemies put Cyril under some pressure.

Fortunately, his adjutant arrived in time with a group of high-ranking non-commissioned officers.

"Sir, leave these skeletons to us."

"Just focus on dealing with that elite monster."

With the support of his subordinates, Cyril had no more worries.

The decision was made to continue the decapitation plan.

Eliminate this biggest threat before the soldiers run out of energy.

"Tch, what disgusting compatriot sentiment."

"Since you enjoy interfering in my duels, then you can expect to be submerged in a sea of ​​the dead and become new exhibits in my graveyard."

"Hehehehehehehehe..."

The gravedigger laughed wildly, his expression one of utter madness.

They clashed once again with Cyril, who had come to their aid.

The battle between the two sides was fierce; the aftershocks alone were enough to shred many skeletons.

The human soldiers didn't dare to get close at all.

They could only wage guerrilla warfare against 2000 undead, constantly draining their stamina.

The entire village was caught in a tug-of-war.

Everywhere, humans and the dead are locked in a fierce battle.