As if proving the tales of the dark knight’s valor when alive, the sword grasped in the gauntleted right hand spewed forth a pale, ash-colored Aura Blade. Before the Red Dragon Knights stood a death knight—an undead existence that had once been a Transcendence Tier swordsman.0

This was just the beginning, as an uncountable number of death knights began to pour forth from Cruella’s magic circle. 0

“It’s been a long time since you summoned us, witch!”0

The leading death knight greeted warmly, and the others who followed muttered their own remarks.0

“Is this a Corroded Realm? If it’s anything less than this, it’d be boring.”0

“So, this is Nastrond! To think I’d return in death to the place where my life ended. I’ll be able to have my revenge.”0

“Stop embarrassing yourselves in front of your descendants, you old relics!”0

“And you, pretending to be young—you’ve been dead for over a century, haven’t you?”0

The voices of over five hundred death knights filled the air, their psychic waves creating a vortex so intense it materialized. 0

Each and every death knight was the highest-ranked Undead. Not only had they retained the strength of their former lives, but they were now a group of immortal Swordmasters. Their bodies, reinforced with a Class 9 Grand Magus’s necromancy, were far more durable than before. If not for their inability to wield unique traits, their combat capabilities would have surpassed their living selves.0

“By the Oath of the Fallen Guardians, I hereby command you,” Cruella said, her expression devoid of its usual lethargy. “Your task is to delay the Undead Legion and preserve the expeditionary force’s strength. The confrontation with the apostle will be handled by the current Red Dragon Commander. Fight until the Corroded...1