Chapter 125: This Is a Necromantic Catastrophe!

So much death energy, rapidly dissipating under the harsh sun, or seeping into the sand, but when Seeing Ange began to slide forward, this death energy suddenly seemed to find a fulcrum, slowly converging toward Seeing Ange.

They became like threads, converging into Seeing Ange's hands, and once they connected to Seeing Ange's body, the death energy that had been rapidly dissipating under the harsh sun actually began to solidify.

Seeing Ange tried to tug on those threads, but because there were too many of them, they instead pulled Seeing Ange forward into a slide.

The skeletal angel, now reduced to a framework, was the first to step forward and grab Seeing Ange, and the little zombie also reacted, grabbing Seeing Ange's other side.

Seeing this, the others also wanted to step forward and help, but were stopped by Lord Nai Ge Li Si: "Don't mess around, let him handle it himself, be careful of backlash."

Fei Lin and Ai Si Ke strongly agreed, and stopped the others who wanted to go help, especially the Purple Remains Titans who were about to come out from the forest.

Any magic and skill must consider the possibility of backlash; if Seeing Ange tugs and can't pull it up, so be it, but if others go help and pull it apart, what then?

"Should we call the little angel and little zombie back?" someone asked.

"No need, no need, they have a soul connection, they count as one body."

"You also have a soul connection, why don't you go help? Because you're underdeveloped and too weak?" Lightning asked.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si ignored it, turned and shouted toward the jujube forest: "Purple Remains!"

"Speak nicely..." Lightning pounced over wanting to hug Lord Nai Ge Li Si and cover its mouth, but its body was too big, if it really hugged tight, would the underdeveloped bronze dragon fall apart?

"Roar~~~" a low roar immediately came from the distance, turning to look, the bronze giant dragon in the distance had already narrowed its dangerous vertical pupils, its gaze locked onto Lightning.

Lightning's embrace immediately changed into a posture of smoothing its fur from a distance, it made a few stroking motions in the air toward Lord Nai Ge Li Si, and dejectedly hid to one side.

Making a 'horse' do such a posture was really hard on it, even harder on it was that everyone had begun to find ways to restrain it, so in the future there would be fewer and fewer chances to 'speak' casually.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si gave it a disdainful glance, then turned its gaze toward the sand bandit formation in the distance; the sand bandits hesitated, not advancing, clearly the losses of the first batch of sand bandits had left them a bit stunned, and they hadn't reacted for the moment.

A luxurious carriage appeared at the rear of the sand bandit camp, surrounded by more than ten followers who were at least senior swordsmen, and there was a large emblem on the carriage.

"Huh? Rose emblem? A mage from the Rose Mage Tower? To be able to use the Rose emblem, one must at least be a great mage, right?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si recognized the emblem on the carriage at a glance.

"Hmm? A great mage? Such a grand display?" Fei Lin said enviously.

The carriage door opened, a follower immediately put down the footboard, and a mage wearing a mage robe walked out from inside, holding the follower's hand, and stepped onto the footboard.

This mage was not young, perhaps in his sixties, he first shielded his forehead with his hand and glanced at the sun in the sky, revealing a hint of impatience.

Seeing his expression, two followers immediately raised a sunshade curtain to block the sunlight for him.

The mage fanned himself with his palm, and immediately a follower stepped forward, opened a folding fan, and fanned him.

But the wind at noon in the desert is very hot, fanning it might make it even hotter, so that mage immediately cursed the fanning follower. The follower hurriedly apologized, then raised the fan and held it in front of the mage.

The mage's hand swept over the fan surface, and the fan visibly condensed a stream of cold air, so now the wind fanned out was cool.

But the mage still looked impatient, barely restraining his impatience as he looked toward the direction where Seeing Ange and the others were.

"I really want to beat him up." Lu Se suddenly muttered, he couldn't stand those who put on airs the most.

Everyone nodded in agreement without prior arrangement, and Lord Nai Ge Li Si even said: "It's not easy to beat him up, but, Miss Miss Lisha, come here, you know how to use Flash, right?"

Miss Miss Lisha nodded and said: "You mean he'll use Eagle Eye? Want me to flash him with Flash? But the timing is hard to grasp."

Lord Nai Ge Li Si said confidently: "Get ready, listen to my command, ready... release."

The mage arrived late, from his position, the most convenient way to see the situation clearly was to cast Eagle Eye.

Eagle Eye distorts and refracts the air in front of the body, forming a zoom effect, pulling distant scenery close to the eyes.

If at the moment he pulls the distant scenery close, a Flash is placed at the focal point, that would be even more uncomfortable than flashing him at close range.

It's just that the timing is hard to grasp, release too early and it won't be focused, release too late and he can see you preparing to cast magic, he'll be on guard, and a slight squint will render it ineffective.

As soon as Lord Nai Ge Li Si said release, Miss Miss Lisha immediately cast a Flash, this kind of low-level magic, she could easily cast it even without borrowing Seeing Ange's power.

The mage had just cast Eagle Eye and was immediately flashed, so uncomfortable that he closed both eyes.

Several followers hurriedly blocked in front of him, wanting to support him, but he impatiently shook them off, and casually slapped one of the followers across the face.

The slapped follower not only did not get angry, but immediately knelt on the ground in terror to beg forgiveness.

The mage cursed loudly, waved his hand and walked into the carriage, the moment the door closed, some cool air spilled out, turns out it was a magic carriage with a cooling function.

Lu Se frowned deeply: "Does he have to? Are mages this hard to get along with? Those swordsmen are at least senior swordsmen, and they don't fight back when hit? At this close range, a great mage isn't a match for a senior swordsman, one hand could pinch him to death."

"What are you thinking?" Miss Miss Lisha had blinded a great mage's dog eyes and was secretly pleased, hearing this she said: "Most of these swordsmen depend on the mage for survival, their whole families rely on the mage for salaries, do you dare pinch your boss to death? His companions would be the first to not let you off."

"But it doesn't have to be this rude, actually kneeling to beg forgiveness?" Lu Se couldn't accept it.

"It's very normal, these mages with emblems have been passed down for many generations, maybe these followers' ancestors for generations have depended on the mage's family, they're already not much different from slaves, if your descendants are slightly more obedient, the mage will tilt more resources toward him, and he'll more easily become a higher-level swordsman, in this situation, would you think your descendants would be disobedient?"

Lu Se nodded: "I understand."

"What do you understand?" Miss Miss Lisha was surprised, she hadn't said anything.

"If I'm going to be a follower, I'll be Lord Seeing Ange's follower, Lord Seeing Ange is too tolerant, he didn't even geld that horse." Lu Se said resolutely.

Just then, several of the followers around the mage's carriage split off, scattered, found the leaders among the sand bandits, urged them to attack, and the sand bandits reluctantly began to move.

"They're coming, they're coming, everyone get ready." Lord Nai Ge Li Si said loudly, while speaking he glanced at Seeing Ange: "Seeing Ange has no time, you all be prepared to not hold on, if it really won't work just grab Seeing Ange and run, leave the rest to Nai Nai Aili, originally you all didn't need to take this risk, it's all because of me, no matter what, thank you all."

"Lord Nai Ge is too polite, why say such things? If your significant other has something going on, could we just sit by and do nothing? That's too distant." Lu Se shook his head and said.

"Why doesn't that mage take action personally? Great-grandma Miss Miss Lisha clearly flashed him, shouldn't he be angry? Then cast high-level magic, summon a meteorite falling from the sky to smash us flat?" An Na was rather curious about another matter.

As soon as she finished speaking, she was slapped on the head by Miss Miss Lisha: "Don't call me great-grandma, call me Madam!"

Fei Lin explained: "The higher the level of magic, the longer the casting and preparation time required, unless they have surrounded us, otherwise no matter how high-level the magic, it can't be cast."

"Moreover," Lord Nai Ge Li Si added: "Nai Nai Aili hasn't moved yet, no one dares to cast that kind of time-consuming magic under the gaze of a giant dragon."

The sand bandits, urged by the mage's followers, slowly charged over.

If Seeing Ange continued to show no movement, everyone prepared to carry him and run.

Just then, Seeing Ange, who had been maintaining the posture of tugging something, suddenly stood straight, an invisible power emanated from his body, continuously spreading outward — King's Arrival.

Along with him standing up, there were also five or six hundred complete corpses in the trench in front of the position; those that were incomplete certainly couldn't stand up, they could only crawl on the ground.

The two standard skills of a King-rank Skeleton, King's Arrival and Death God's Scythe, Seeing Ange had finally fully awakened.

The sand bandits swarming forward saw those standing corpses and were instantly scared pale, some turned around wanting to run back, some gritted their teeth and accelerated forward, slashing a knife onto the corpse's shoulder.

The corpse with half its shoulder cut off rolled its eyes, and nonchalantly stabbed the knife into the enemy's belly.

The opponent collapsed weakly; the corpse with half a shoulder hacked off drew its weapon and dragged its incomplete body forward, inch by inch.

These corpses weren't fast, and they had no martial techniques, but they completely ignored attacks. Even if an enemy chopped off its head with a blade, it would prop up its headless body and stab the enemy through.

Once the enemy it stabbed died completely and became a corpse, that corpse actually climbed up off the ground as well.

That was rather unsettling — killed, only to turn into this kind of living dead, then keep fighting until your own people hack you into pieces?

The heavy-armored shield-bearers and heavy-armored swordsmen suddenly moved, swarming forward in a rush, climbing over the earthen wall, and with a thud they tumbled into the ditch.

The corpses in the ditch pushed the heavy-armored troops out with hands and feet scrambling. Once they found their footing, Seeing Ange also climbed over the earthen wall, leaped hard, and a gust of wind element shoved him from behind, vaulting him over the moat to land in front of the heavy-armored troops.

He summoned the Death God's Scythe and swung it lightly forward; the four or five sand bandits before him were all swept by the blade, completely unharmed, yet they toppled face-first onto the ground, showing no sign of life.

And on the Death God's Scythe's edge, four or five soul flames had appeared.

Seeing Ange stomped the ground hard, and the corpses that had just toppled to the ground actually struggled and slowly climbed back up.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si had just been about to curse Seeing Ange for acting recklessly — abandoning the formation to clash head-on with the enemy when he didn't have the advantage was a very dangerous thing — but now he was stunned speechless:

"Now I understand why the Death God's Scythe and King's Arrival are the two signature skills of the Golden Skeleton. A corpse whose soul is hooked out by the Death God's Scythe can be directly summoned up by King's Arrival. Oh heavens, it's simply the most perfect complementary skill set."

The sand bandits fell into chaos; they no longer knew what to do. Some were terrified and wanted to avoid Seeing Ange, who could hook away people's souls. Some were anxious, urging their companions forward to surround and kill the enemy — Seeing Ange had already left the formation, and now was the easiest time to cut him down.

The drawback of having no unified command and no overall leader showed itself again. The sand bandits, who couldn't even agree on whether to advance or retreat, unbelievably crashed into each other.

Seeing Ange paid no attention to the enemy's chaos. He carried his scythe and walked at the front, advancing step by step. The heavy-armored shield-bearers and swordsmen followed behind him, guarding his flanks. Under the soul's control, everyone moved in perfect unison, like a wall.

The only ones out of step were the angel skeleton and the little zombie; the two of them were blocked behind the "wall," wanting to engage but unable to reach, so they could only hop around and howl.

With every step, Seeing Ange stamped his footprint down hard; the power of the Quick-Death Aura spread in all directions. After a few steps, he stamped down again, and the previous footprint would lose its effect.

As Seeing Ange advanced, the Quick-Death Aura kept moving forward as well.

When the Quick-Death Aura's power wasn't concentrated, its acceleration rate was very low — roughly three hours to accelerate one year.

No species, however short-lived, could die in just one year, so its effect on enemies wouldn't be especially obvious. But the corpses following beside Seeing Ange changed dramatically.

They visibly dehydrated, grew gaunt, and their skin toughened. With every step, their movements slowed a little, but their flesh toughened greatly; blades hacking into them went *thud thud thud*, just like hacking at cured meat.

Seeing Ange's scythe slashed left and chopped right, each swing accurately hooking away a soul. He had already noticed a problem: the Death God's Scythe could only hook away a soul if it struck a vital spot.

Such as the neck, the heart, the forehead, and so on. If it struck a limb, it would only chop the limb off, so Seeing Ange had to very accurately "kill" the enemy, rather than just hacking them into a cripple.

After advancing several hundred meters, the sand bandits finally organized some decent force — a row of archers blocked Seeing Ange's path of advance.

Forget volley fire; almost the moment they entered range, these archers couldn't wait to loose the arrows in their hands, shooting while clustering together.

Some archers had fine bows, sharp arrows, and accurate aim, and were quite a threat. With a *ting*, a finger-thick arrow shot in through the eye-slit of a heavy-armored soldier's helmet right beside him.

One must understand, that slit in the helmet was exactly about a finger's width wide. If the arrow shaft were any thicker, it couldn't have gotten in. The arrowhead's cross-section was diamond-shaped — it could pass through sideways, but not vertically. Even so, the arrow still shot in and lodged in the heavy-armored soldier's eye socket.

Yet the heavy-armored soldier showed no reaction, simply snapped off the arrow shaft and continued steadily advancing.

Seeing Ange put away the Death God's Scythe and cast Bursting Fireballs, singling out those particularly accurate archers one by one.

The sand bandits who died on the spot were summoned up by him. After advancing a stretch, the corpses around Seeing Ange grew more and more numerous.

Finally someone recalled certain legends: "The more you fight, the more there are; the more you fight, the more there are. Companions become enemies, souls are reaped — this is an Undead Calamity!"

Undead Calamity… The name Undead Calamity spread, and the sand bandits finally broke, turning tail and running like mad. Those with horses fought for horses; those without threw away their gear….

The mage inside the luxurious carriage opened the window in surprise and poked his head out to look, but was quickly swept along in the flight away.

Miss Anna finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared angrily: "Where are my knights? What have they gone off to do! The battle's almost over! Are they glued to their beds!"

Cursing as she went, Miss Anna spread her wings — if she didn't act now, the enemies would all escape.

Dream Saya was scolded until she couldn't even lift her head, and secretly vowed in her heart that once this was over, she would drill those fellows until they wished they were dead and back again.

"Clip-clop, clip-clop…" A string of hoofbeats rang out, and a large contingent of camel riders finally converged from all directions.

Dream Saya couldn't help cheering: "They're here, boss, they're here, boss!"

Cheering as well were the sand bandits who had already turned tail and fled; they stopped, gazed at the distant sky, and cheered: "The Winged Knights are here, the Winged Knights are finally here! Don't run, don't run, rally, rally, we'll kill our way back!"

A clear, bright dragon's roar rang out, and the long-dormant Bronze Dragon soared into the sky, bearing down like a mountain. The wind kicked up by its wings on landing alone was enough to send the sand bandits ahead tumbling every which way.

On landing, Miss Anna breathed out a stream of dragon breath; those who had stopped, those shouting to kill their way back, those rallying — all were swallowed by the rolling dragon breath.

The sand bandits let out another cry and resumed fleeing for their lives.

Miss Anna turned her head and said to Seeing Ange: "Get on. Leave the sand bandits to my people. Help me kill those Winged Ones."

Hearing this, Seeing Ange hurriedly leapt on. The angel skeleton and the little zombie also hurriedly hooked onto the scales and scrambled up onto Miss Anna's back, and Lord Nai Ge Li Si quickly mounted up as well.

Miss Anna beat her wings and took to the sky.