My troops evolve infinitely

The small skeletons were swept away like building blocks, but their thin bodies, which seemed to be broken at the slightest touch, remained intact under such a huge impact.

Wisps of black mist were entwined and spreading inside and outside the little skeleton's leaky body.

They actually flipped flexibly in the air, and then stepped suddenly into the void.

"Om-!"

The black mist spread out suddenly, and the little skeleton shot out like a cannonball. The rusty machete chopped on the obsidian gargoyle's huge arm, which was just raised, strong, gnarled, and glowing.

The black arm flew high!

This rusty, tattered machete, which looked like it would bend after a few strokes, was not only unharmed, but it also cut off the arm with one stroke, just like a hot knife cutting butter.

The other little skeletons around are just as ferocious.

One knife, two knives, three knives...

This powerful third-level obsidian gargoyle was completely dismembered and died in the blink of an eye.

"Is this a little skeleton? Is this still a little skeleton?!"

In the darkness, the undead watching from afar all stared with their eyes wide open.

Who doesn’t know the little skeleton?

Who doesn’t have a bunch of little skeletons at home!

These little guys are great for working in mines and can be considered completely environmentally friendly laborers, but that's where the little skeletons' usefulness ends.

Fighting with little skeletons? Those frail skeletons would be shattered to pieces before they even reached the battlefield.

It’s not that strong people can’t be born among the little skeletons.

Yes, and quite a few of them. After all, the group of little skeletons is very large.

However, the strong ones born from the small skeletons are often promoted by chance and evolve into skeleton soldiers, skeleton warriors, and skeleton generals. Only then do they have the basic qualifications to become stronger.

Pure little skeleton?

The powerful undead felt they were trapped in an illusion. Because it was so familiar, they couldn't believe it.

It was obvious that no matter how much they whipped the little skeleton at home, it would never become so strong.

However, in their sight, these little skeletons were all so fierce that they could fight back and forth with the third-level warrior-level monsters. The rusty machete was even more unstoppable in its sharpness. No monster could withstand a blow from the machete.

If the little skeletons are like this, the undead such as skeleton soldiers and ghosts are even more ferocious.

A skeleton soldier in tattered armor rushed into the wave of monsters, charging left and right, like a general fighting his way in and out of the army.

Surrounded by black mist, it suddenly turned into a black shadow and rushed forward, leaving a striking black streak.

"Shadow Charge"!

"boom--!"

Monsters such as the Gnoll Warrior and the Burning Goblin were knocked away, while the Skeleton Soldiers ran in the air amidst the black smoke and caught up with a Goblin Shaman that was knocked away in the blink of an eye.

A sweep of the sword.

brush--

The Goblin Shaman's staff broke and his head flew off.

A small ghost with a thin soul and a body like a candle in the wind that may disappear at any time, suddenly appeared in the middle of the monster wave as if teleporting.

There were also wisps of black mist swirling around it.

Its mouth suddenly opened, and it let out a shrill roar that was powerful enough to pierce through gold and rock and tear apart clouds and mist.

Invisible... no, now so powerful that it was visible to the naked eye, the howling ripples spread out in circles, radiating hundreds of meters. The monsters swept by the death ripples suddenly froze in their tracks. Some tumbled to the ground under inertia, while others wailed in agony as their flesh rapidly rotted away.

Zombies, shadow spiders, skeleton spearmen, ghouls...

These low- and middle-level undead all erupted with unimaginable and terrifying power.

"Are all these undead beings level three?"

"No, it's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The powerful undead who were observing secretly denied it on the spot.

If it is just an isolated case, there is still a very small probability that a small skeleton or zombie will break through the limit again and again and be promoted to the third-level general level.

However, what we see before us are skeletons, ghouls, and zombies, all of these low-level undead are extremely powerful.

It's unreasonably powerful.

If this wave of undead were composed entirely of mid- to high-level undead such as skeleton warriors, vampires, evil spirits, and corpse wizards, they would be able to accept it.

The only possibility at this moment is that the black fog lingering around the undead has great power!

"The stronger the aura of death, the greater the combat power of the skeletons and undead, their endless supply of strength. Conversely, non-undead life will be suppressed, even to the point of decay and exhaustion."

This is the second stage ability of the power of 'Breath of the Undead'!

The first stage of this great power laid the foundation for the great tide of the undead, allowing undead creatures to be born continuously, and sprouting wisdom, giving birth to elite undead.

The second stage is to increase the combat power of the undead tide. The more they kill, the stronger they become, and the more courageous they become!

At this time, due to the influence of the red fog, the ability of 'black fog suppressing non-undead life' is still difficult to exert, but with the increase of the breath of death, even the most ordinary little skeleton has the power of the third level.

Moreover, even if it is a small skeleton, its attack is accompanied by a little bit of the power of the King of Withering Silence's Bone.

The machete is unstoppable!

If wounded by the blade, he will die!

...

"Black fog! Consume the black fog of these undead!"

Duke Bingzang was high above the red mist, but he was still surprised.

The undead creatures are too powerful.

No wonder that back then, the various factions, Tianji Eternal Life and the Birth Nest, unanimously decided to eradicate the undead tribe first.

The undead must not be allowed to stay, and this powerful undead who can create a large number of undead creatures must not be allowed to stay either.

Grand Duke Bingzhai also saw at a glance that the fatal weakness of the undead tide was the black fog!

These black mists are not eternal.

The exertion of the power of skeletons and ghouls will consume the black fog.

He has billions of monsters at his disposal and is not afraid of consumption.

"Rumble--"

There were also monsters pouring in from farther away, joining in this battle.

"Click~!"

Several small skeletons were submerged in the tide of monsters. Their thin skeletons finally couldn't hold up under the bombardment and beating of countless monsters. They cracked and shattered. The soul fire in their skulls, which was neither bright nor strong, was extinguished in an instant.

"Stab-boom!"

A thick pillar of lightning came crashing down, accurately hitting a singing and howling ghost.

The howling stopped abruptly.

The ghost's soul, which was not solid to begin with, shattered like a bubble, leaving only some crystal dust after death, falling to the ground.

As the two tides clashed, the undead naturally continued to perish.

Consume!

Consume!

However, while the monster tide was being consumed, it was also being replenished at all times.

Under the red fog disaster moon, new monsters are born all the time on the vast earth.

There is only this one tide of the undead.

but……

There is always an illusion about the ice burial of the Grand Duke.

As the battle continued and as soldiers on both sides continued to die, the black fog lingering between heaven and earth seemed... more and thicker?

Is it an illusion?

He even had an illusion that some undead seemed to become more and more powerful as they killed, and even broke through the level barrier with a "boo"?

He wasn't sure.

After all, these undead spirits were very small in his eyes, and they were covered with black mist, making it difficult to clearly distinguish the strength of their own breath.

But what the Ice Buried Grand Duke can be sure of is:

"Wow--"

A wisp of black mist floated.

The shattered corpses on the ground gathered together with a crackling sound, and the completely shattered parts grew again.

In the blink of an eye, a little skeleton crawled up, and the soul fire in its skull was reignited.

Also revived were thousands of little skeletons, ghouls, ghosts, and zombies...

Your waves of monsters are endless, but my undead are endless.

Such a war will only increase the number of undead.

The monster tide is nourishment.

General Hate wished the war would continue, so he did not take action.

But if he didn't take action, Grand Duke Bingzang would not be able to continue to sit back and relax.

He locked onto the Abomination General, who was obviously the commander of the legion.

The wings that covered the sky and the sun spread out.

Just for a moment,

There was no sonic boom, no air wave, as if by teleportation, the Duke of Ice Burial descended before the tide of the undead.