Living as a Demon Lord in the Dungeon

Sean had just led Elsalia out of the main hall when they ran into Carlos, who was rushing over.

"My lord! My lord, something terrible has happened! A massive army of undead has appeared on the hillside outside the city! They are so densely packed that you can't see the end of them."

"I know, I sensed it with my divine sense a long time ago."

Sean patted Aisalia: "Go wake Isa and have her bring me the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls."

"Okay, sure!"

Before Aisalia could speak, Carlos anxiously asked, "My lady, what should we do now?"

"What do you mean, 'what to do'? We'll deal with whatever comes our way. With me here, he won't be able to cause any trouble."

Sean swung his arm: "Go and summon all the combat forces in the dungeon!"

An army must be tempered and baptized by real war to truly take shape.

"Not everyone has the chance to witness such a grand event as today. At some point in the future, you will definitely thank yourself for today."

Seeing that Sean was as steady as a mountain, Carlos's anxious heart immediately calmed down.

"Yes, sir! I'll immediately begin war mobilization!"

After Carlos left, Sean crossed the palace square alone and leaped onto the city wall.

Looking around, hordes of ghouls, skeletons, and rotting corpses were slowly advancing towards the dungeon.

Above the sky, the wailing banshee and gargoyles lingered.

The sheer force of the army pressing in was indeed very oppressive.

On the opposite hillside, a tower of bones had risen up sometime during the night. At the top of the tower, on a throne of bones, a necromancer was manipulating a summoning circle with a grim expression.

Sean looked at him and laughed loudly, saying, "So you're not going to hide it anymore? What a pity! I only destroyed one of your magic crystal mines."

I've already locked onto my next target, but you're the one who can't hold back anymore?

Their strategic resolve is terrible!

The necromancer didn't respond, but his expression grew increasingly sinister. He continued chanting spells, opening one summoning circle after another.

Although they are currently just low-level undead and move rather slowly, the dungeon doesn't run away, so overwhelming numbers are enough to secure victory.

It seems he's preparing to completely engulf the entire dungeon in this wave of undead.

Sean was not surprised by his behavior today.

Because he only had two paths before him: either keep hiding in the shadows and putting pressure on the underground city, eventually forcing himself to compromise.

Either launch a massive military invasion and use overwhelming force to completely wipe out everything in the underground city, leaving not a single trace of evidence.

Since the first path has proven to be unworkable, he will naturally choose the second path.

In the past, Sean might have been more cautious, after all, a necromancer who can command an army on his own is no joke.

But ever since he forged the Myriad Souls Banner and swallowed those hundreds of female demons into the banner, he has been confident of victory.

"Master! Master, the banner! The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is here!"

Hearing someone call his name, Sean turned around and looked down, only to see that Isa had already arrived with Elsalia, carrying his Thousand Souls Banner in her hands.

"Perfect timing! Come on, let's go!"

Sean let out a low, angry shout, and the Myriad Souls Banner, surrounded by ghostly energy, rose into the air and landed in his hand.

"Necromantic magic, right? Undead scourge, right? One person can be an army, right?"

Hey kid, let me show you the power of my "Nine Netherworld Soul Technique"!

"Raise the banner!"

Sean circulated his internal energy, then tossed the Myriad Soul Banner high into the air. He then formed hand seals, performed a series of footwork steps, and chanted incantations.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls grew taller in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant banner standing above the underground city.

The long, crimson banner danced without wind, its surface covered with countless human faces huddled together, wailing and weeping, creating an eerie and sinister scene!

Today, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was summoned again, but it is quite different from when this magical artifact was first forged.

This time, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner already contains hundreds of banner spirits, and Sean, as the owner of this banner, has also broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm!

If the previous Ten Thousand Souls Banner was merely a specific tool that could suppress wandering souls and ghosts, then this Ten Thousand Souls Banner is now a deadly weapon capable of annihilating thousands of troops!

"Ten Thousand Souls Killing Formation!"

Sean finished his spell and pointed at the undead army below that was about to attack the dungeon.

"annihilate them!"

"Awoooo ...

In an instant, countless ghostly figures surged out from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, rushing towards the army of the dead like a torrential flood.

The churning ghostly energy immediately engulfed the vanguard of the undead army. The banner spirits tore the fragmented souls of the skeleton ghouls out of their bodies and swallowed them whole.

Wherever the ghostly energy surged, corpses and skeletons fell to the ground, while the banner spirits grew stronger as they fed.

The gargoyles and wailing banshees in the sky were also unable to escape, as the banner spirits, carrying billowing ghostly energy, surrounded them completely.

Those with incomplete souls were swallowed whole as food, while those with complete souls were captured and assimilated, becoming part of the banner spirits.

Wherever they went, the undead army fell in droves, like wheat being harvested.

But the ghostly aura grew stronger and stronger, and the number of banner spirits continued to increase. The piercing and chilling wails echoed across the battlefield.

Seeing this terrifying and unbelievable scene, the necromancer on the Bone Throne froze on the spot.

Even though he saw it with his own eyes, he still found it difficult to understand everything he saw.

His own undead army was actually countered by the enemy?

Why are the methods they use even more sinister and unpredictable, filled with the aura of death than their own?

Which of us is the real necromancer?

But he was an experienced old magician after all, and he quickly analyzed the attack pattern of the banner spirit.

Anything with a soul is subject to the opponent's control. The souls of the undead are inherently less attached to their bodies than those of the living, making them easier targets!

Then all we need to do is send out soulless units, right?

Having figured this out, the necromancer immediately used his mental power to control all the low-level undead to retreat, in order to prevent the opponent from continuing to snowball.

He then revealed two spatial rings on his hand, and with a thought, released a large number of Frankenstein's monsters.

These undead warriors, stitched together from countless pieces of corpses, are thick-skinned and incredibly destructive, but they have no souls of their own; they are nothing more than flesh and blood puppets that know only how to fight and kill.

"Let's see how you absorb souls this time! Attack!"

After issuing the command with their mental powers, the stitched monsters awoke one by one. Carrying enormous weapons, they trudged heavily towards the dungeon.

The spatial ring flashed continuously, and wave after wave of Frankenstein's monsters rushed to the battlefield.

The surging ghostly energy and the wailing banner spirits rushed forward, but they couldn't catch anything.

Although the banner spirits can also deal some physical damage to the target, it is simply not enough against the thick-skinned stitched monster.

They continued to move forward with firm steps, never stopping until they had completed the orders they had been given.

Seeing that his strategy had worked, the necromancer's lips curled into a smug smile once again.

He knew there were many powerful minotaurs in the dungeon, but their numbers were too few.

I released hundreds of Frankenstein monsters this time; they'll be exhausted to death!

Just as he was feeling smug, the gates of the underground city slowly opened, but the minotaurs that came out to meet him were not the ones he had expected.

"That's... a ratman? Has this guy gone mad!?"