328 Whos Luring Them Over? (1/2)
After the Black Swamp was revealed, he realized it was much bigger than he had assumed. He could not see the ends of it. Only the tip of the iceberg had been revealed. The deeper parts of the Black Swamp were still obscured by the darkness of miasma.
If Leon had headed in a different direction, it was unknown how long it would take him to leave the Black Swamp region.
Chances are, he would not have survived. The deeper parts of the Black Swamp were demon territory.
If he had not left the Black Swamp and encountered the humans, he would have found himself in the middle of an ocean of undead skeleton soldiers.
When Leon thought of this point, he could not help but break into a cold sweat. Sure enough, the other side was dangerous, incomparably dangerous.
Subconsciously, Leon labeled the Black Swamp as a Perilous Land, a place on the same level of danger as Extreme Misty Forest, if not more dangerous.
Leon observed the changes of the Black Swamp with an incomparably serious gaze.
The colossal demon figure just now was only a remnant will, but it was the will of a mighty ancient demon when it was alive.
Archdemons were only comparable to Void Realm practitioners in strength, but what Leon sensed from the colossal demon figure seemed stronger than that.
A being of a higher level than Archdemons could only be Demon Lords. These were powerful existences with the ability to comprehend the Laws of Death.
The miasma from the outer parts of the Black Swamp had not truly disappeared. They were infused into the millions of bones that rest within the Black Swamp.
Threads of darkness weaved around the bones like snakes and pieced them together to form the bodies of undead bone soldiers.
Their empty eye sockets were dark as the abyss, and no sign of life could be seen from them—only a strong feeling of death and oppressiveness.
However, a dot of red light soon appeared in their empty eye sockets, and the menacing feeling of oppressiveness and death was magnified by twofold.
Their bodies erupted with miasma, and a layer of darkness wrapped around them like a cloak made of black flames.
Bone soldiers were one of the weakest types of demons, but these Bone Soldiers cloaked in black miasma gave off a different feeling.
Although they were weaker than Lesser Demons, their sheer numbers made them a terrifying force to behold.
As if this army of a million Bone Soldiers were not enough, a more terrifying Bone Soldier rose from among them.
This Bone Soldier was thrice the size of the average Bone Soldier, and its eye sockets flashed with a more profound and brighter ray of red light. It was the spark of intelligence.
The surrounding Bone Soldiers did not display an ounce of intelligence, but despite this, they still knelt in the subservience of the Bone King.
There was no sentience in the Bone Soldiers. There was only a will to carry out the Bone King's orders, the servant of their master.
As if that was still not bad enough, there was more than one Bone King. Within every 100 thousand Bone Soldiers, a Bone King would rise to command them.
Rumble…
The Bone Army began to march on the spot in unison, and their collective might shook the earth.
The Bone Kings issued commands with a mighty roar, and the marching stopped. Shortly after, a bunch of Bone Soldiers collided into each other. Their bone dislocated and began reconstructing themselves to form one giant bone weapon after another for their Bone Kings.
There were giant hammers and buster swords among other varieties of strange weapons such as spiky maces and giant sickles.
After grasping their weapons, the Bone Kings each pointed their weapon towards a different direction leading outside the Black Swamp and gave a mighty howl.
”KILL!”
With that, the army of bones began marching out of the Black Swamp. Gradually, they started picking up the pace before finally charging in all directions.
As undead beings under the influence of the Death Law, the Bone Soldiers were quite sensitive to the lifeforce of living beings.
Seeing a portion of the army heading their way, Leon quietly muttered, ”I hope this works.”
A layer of Divine Will soon wrapped around Leon and masked away his presence, body, and lifeforce, blending himself into the background.