Chapter 426 – One Man Becomes an Army, The Emperor's Sword

Over a month ago, Deadbone had led various Lords of the Undead Territory, using their combined forces to breach the gates of Jackal Fang and reveal the Secret Realm.

Now, without any Undead Lords assisting him, Deadbone merely summoned a projection of the Land of the Dead and effortlessly tore open the gates of the Great Serpent Clan.

Space continuously shattered, extending straight out for over ten kilometers on both sides.

In the adjoining areas, vast stretches of land crumbled. Statues of serpents, Snake Fang Arrow Towers, and other structures rooted in the ground clattered and shattered as they collapsed.

Further away, a river teeming with countless serpents fractured and broke apart. Innumerable snakes were dumped into the gaping rift in space.

Soon, the torn space rapidly healed under the laws of the world, leaving behind only the widely opened, completely shattered gates of the Great Serpent Clan.

And inside, a ravaged, broken land that seemed to have lost a massive chunk.

Tens of millions of undead creatures surged like two black rivers, flowing past Deadbone and crashing into the overlord’s stronghold, where a faint Crimson Mist lingered.

The Great Serpent Clan responded swiftly.

Although they had lost many Legendary Realm experts in previous battles, their losses were not as severe as those of Jackal Fang.

Their stronghold still had ten Legendary Realm experts stationed within.

Moreover, several Legendary experts who were not far from the stronghold quickly rushed back.

At this time, during the war, pre-activated serpent-shaped war machines rapidly activated.

“Boom—”

The ground suddenly bulged upward as a giant serpent head emerged from the earth. Like a fish leaping out of water, it soared high into the air, flying over a hundred meters before crashing down heavily onto the tide of undead that had just surged into the stronghold.

“Boom—”

Large numbers of undead were sent flying by the impact of the hundred-meter-long war serpent. Some undead scattered parts mid-air, while others were crushed beneath the serpent’s body.

The might of the war machine was on full display in the great battle.

Further away, the eyes of some serpent-shaped sculptures glowed, shooting out petrifying beams of light.

A chorus of “hiss hiss hiss” roars grew louder as they approached. Legendary Realm experts flew in from the distance, followed by a large group of gathered elite monsters.

Beneath the Crimson Mist, the monsters roared, their crimson-glowing eyes brimming with ferocity.

They surged forward like a brownish-red tide, tearing apart anything that dared challenge them.

However, even for a faction known for its numbers, the scale of the brownish-red tide seemed to pale in comparison to the black tide.

As the two massive waves collided, countless undead and monsters at the forefront were torn apart, their broken bodies flung high into the air.

The bloodthirsty monsters paid no heed, their crimson eyes blazing as they relentlessly swung their weapons.

The undead creatures cared even less. Even with missing limbs and eighteen saber wounds, as long as the soul fire in their skulls could still emit a flicker of light, they would fight to the very end.

Most of these undead were low to mid-tier, transformed through one great battle after another.

Yet, even as mere low to mid-tier undead…

When a one-armed Skeleton Soldier tremblingly raised its rusted Saber and struck the white scales of the hundred-meter-long serpent war machine…

The Saber cracked the serpent’s scale, leaving a distinct, mottled mark.Within, strands of desolate power seeped in.

A single strand of desolation might be negligible, but accumulated by hundreds and thousands, soon the great serpent weapon was covered in wounds, let out two mournful cries, and lost all signs of life.

“This… how did the weapon fall silent?”

“Among these undead, there aren’t many powerful beings. How could they extinguish our highest-level war weapon?”

The Great Serpent Clan Legend standing mid-air couldn’t comprehend it.

Under normal circumstances, even if the undead were skeletons, skeleton warriors, or ghouls, even ten or a hundred times their number couldn’t threaten war weapons of this level, unless these undead possessed combined killing techniques.

These undead clearly didn’t; they merely charged and slashed in the simplest manner.

Yet after perhaps hundreds or thousands of saber strikes, one massive war weapon after another fell silent.

Was this reasonable?

The Great Serpent Clan Legend had no time to ponder further when he spotted a massive frost dragon flying toward him, its maw gathering a brilliant blue Dragon Breath.

His expression tightened. “An advanced undead!”

His Domain surged forward, while vast natural forces gathered around him, transforming into two hundred-meter-long brown giant serpents that coiled and danced around his body.

Serpents, Dragon Breath, and frost continuously clashed mid-air, the scattered aftershocks effortlessly sweeping away or freezing numerous undead and monsters.

Suddenly, a sensation of death crawled up his spine to the crown of his head. The Great Serpent Clan Legend shuddered and swiftly commanded the two giant serpents to defend.

But he was too late.

A streak of eerie light tore through his Domain like parting waves, striking his body, shredding his armor, and allowing darkness to seep directly into his Soul. The Great Serpent Clan Legend’s consciousness grew blurry, and the two giant serpents could no longer be maintained, disintegrating mid-air.

A black shadow behind him closed in, its sharp claws tearing through the sky and smashing him down to the ground.

The shadow took a draconic form, outlined with sharp claws, wings, and a dragon head with horns, yet its specific features remained indistinct no matter how one looked.

It was a shadow dragon.

Another advanced undead!

In the crater, the Great Serpent Clan Legend gazed distantly at the sky.

Unnoticed by him, he had become the last remaining Great Serpent Clan Legend in the surroundings.

A figure approached him, a black cloak fluttering.

The Great Serpent Clan Legend’s consciousness lingered on this scene before completely extinguishing.

…

The battlefield was chaotic.

Yet around Deadbone, it seemed as if a blank space existed; no undead, monsters, energy, or anything else would fall upon this area.

He pulled out the Bone Spear that had been thrust into the Legend before him.

The Great Serpent Clan Legend, now devoid of life, gradually turned ashen black. After a few more seconds, he convulsed as if in epilepsy, then stood upright after several breaths, walking before Deadbone and slightly lowering his head.

Deadbone gave a slight nod.

He then raised a hand, and vast black mist drifted out, covering the surrounding land.

In moments, the corpses on the ground shook, gathered, and reassembled. One by one, the undead rose again, returning to unlife. Many new undead were born from the corpses of monsters, joining the ranks of the Undead Army.

After this battle, the Undead Army had grown by several thousand.

Moreover, the number of Legendary Realm beings had increased by six.

…

By this time, not much had passed since the Great Serpent Clan’s gate had been breached.

In the core territory of the Great Serpent Clan, the High Priest still knelt before the idol, speaking with reverence.

Suddenly, a piercing roar approached from afar.

He frowned.

“The shrine is a place of purity…”He also understood that since the enemy had the capability to blast open the gates, they must be formidable and not easily eradicated.

In fact, he had already dispatched all Legendary Realm experts aside from himself.

Various weapons and trump cards had also been unveiled. If the enemy dared to penetrate deep into their Great Serpent Clan, he would ensure they never returned.

“What exactly happened?”

A panicked Elder of the Legendary Realm who had just returned gasped for breath, his body visibly beginning to decay.

“Dea… it’s a tide of the undead!”

“What of the tide of the undead? Our Great Serpent Clan still has nine Elders, over twenty large-scale weapons, and numerous defensive armaments like the Serpent Forest, Python River, and petrified statues! What can the tide of the undead possibly do?”

The reporting Legendary Realm Elder fell silent.

The High Priest suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. After a long silence, he asked:

“What about the other Elders?”

“I saw Elder Red Serpent fall from the sky into the tide of the undead, unable to rise again. There are high-level undead within the tide! Shadow Dragons, Frost Wyrms, Ghost Dragons, and Legendary Realm vampires, Abominations, skeletons, Specters—far too many to count!”

It’s not that we are too weak, but that the enemy is too ruthless.

The Elder said, “The tide of the undead is about to reach our heartland!”

The High Priest: “?”

How could it be so soon?

The High Priest asked again: “What about our Serpent Forest?”

The Elder: “The tide of the undead flooded into the Serpent Forest, seemingly endless. Before long, the entire forest withered and was completely overwhelmed.”

The High Priest pressed further: “What about the Python River?”

The Elder: “The Python River has become a river of death, with only countless serpent corpses floating on the surface.”

The High Priest couldn’t help but ask, “What about the petrified stat…”

“BOOM—”

A deafening roar seemed to explode right beside their ears.

In the distance, majestic and ferocious Bone Dragons soared across the sky, unleashing Dragon Breath that devoured everything.

Black tides appeared as far as the eye could see, across both the sky and the earth.

The dark mist rolled in, seemingly on the verge of engulfing even the Crimson Mist.

At that moment,

On the majestic and lifelike Great Serpent Idol, a pair of indifferent eyes slowly opened.

“The undead…”

The Serpent Attendant thought to themselves, “Didn’t the undead fade away long ago? The Miracle Lords of this era can recruit some undead units, but it’s impossible for them to stir up a true tide of the undead.”

They found it somewhat strange but didn’t pay it much mind.

Descending would settle everything.

The Serpent Attendant had already made full preparations for their descent.

After the calamity weapon·Giant Serpent was thwarted, achieving their strategic goals indeed required personal intervention.

Once they descended, everything would naturally be laid bare.

It’s just that this Great Serpent Clan was too incompetent. After this, they would need to find a new spokesperson.

The Serpent Attendant mused silently.

Terrifying strands of aura began to emanate from the idol, quickly rising like a hurricane that swept through the entire Great Serpent Clan’s Secret Realm. Moreover, this aura seeped through the shattered gates of the Secret Realm, radiating dozens of kilometers into the outside world.

The earth trembled, and the sky seemed to press down as if on the verge of collapse.

Between heaven and earth, the once chaotic and active elemental particles gradually grew still.

“The fallen god’s attendant.”

Deadbone gazed into the distance, already catching sight of the colossal figure afar.

It never expected this figure to be somewhat familiar.

It had encountered the Serpent Attendant three times before.

The first time was in the Snakefolk Tribe; the second in the underground city; and the third within Tianyuan Territory.

It, too, was astonished by such fate.”The true form of the Fallen God’s Attendant is extremely powerful, far surpassing the legendary Heaven-Earth Realm.”

“When the Fallen God’s Attendant descends in an ordinary tribe, the vessel’s strength ranges from Second Order to Fourth Order depending on the materials used for the tribal sculptures. Even a perfect vessel is merely at the Fourth Order limit, though its scale far exceeds ordinary Fourth Order beings.”

Deadbone recalled the information it had read and began to ponder.

“But currently, the Great Serpent’s aura is overwhelming, as if truly crossing realms. This is clearly no ordinary descent.”

“In regions adjacent to the Land of Red Mist, Fallen God’s Attendants also employ the form of Divine Soul descent, unleashing at least 50% of their true form’s combat power.”

“Even the main commanders of the Taixuan Alliance’s Great Warzone must face such Fallen God’s Attendants with seriousness and caution.”

It remembered seeing such news when browsing forums with its Lord.

The famous Taixuan powerhouse, Cold Moon City Lord Han Yue, ventured deep into the Land of Red Mist and severed one of the Attendant’s eyes.

Even such a powerful figure only managed to cut off one of the Attendant’s eyes.

Thinking of this, Deadbone’s expression turned grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The vast pressure blowing from the distance made it recall the scene when it first witnessed an Attendant’s descent in the Snakefolk Tribe.

“Truly… terrifying enough to make one tremble~”

Deadbone began gathering momentum.

Above the advancing undead tide, the black mist grew increasingly dense. The embryonic form of a legion soul appeared and rapidly solidified and completed. In the blink of an eye, the present undead resonated to form the complete soul of the Bone Legion.

At this moment, commanders like Bone Two Three Four, along with various Undead Lords and Bone Generals, were not present.

Among the present troops/heroes, only Deadbone remained.

But ah, it alone was a legion, it alone was a nation.

The Undead Legion possessed the legion skill ‘Ancient Tide’, the characteristic ‘Bones of Immortality’, and the ultimate skill ‘Emperor’s Sword’ that even a complete legion shouldn’t possess.

Deadbone had already tested the Emperor’s Sword.

Facing a powerful enemy, it held nothing back.

“The legion’s ultimate skill requires continuous momentum accumulation. Only when momentum reaches a certain level can super-limited resonance be performed…”

It murmured.

But was an ultimate skill really such an inconvenient thing?

The moment the legion soul appeared, intangible momentum surged like towering waves, climbing higher and higher.

At this time, the Serpent Attendant also descended across realms at extreme speed.

A several-hundred-meter-long serpent body spanned the heavens and earth, slowly stretching open.

Its form had elegant lines that seamlessly harmonized with heaven and earth. However, its eyes showed a comical ‘O_o’ appearance—one large, one small—shattering the perfect posture. Upon closer look, it seemed less harmonized with heaven and earth.

The Serpent Attendant didn’t deploy a Domain, but a more terrifying substantial pressure than any Domain came rolling forth.

Countless undead not under the legion soul’s protection maintained their charging posture as they fell and tumbled, unable to rise again. The soul fires in their skulls had been extinguished.

This was the might of an Attendant.

“Now this is what I call a proper descent.”

“It’s not easy to come out for a walk. This time, my true form must hunt some blood sustenance and deliver a painful blow to Taixuan. But the urgent matter now is…”

It turned its gaze toward Deadbone.

It slightly frowned.

This figure, this aura… it vaguely felt familiar.

The Serpent Attendant quickly denied this—when had it ever dealt with undead powerhouses?

On the ground, members of the Great Serpent Clan were cheering and kneeling in worship.High in the heavens, the divine Great Serpent roamed freely, and as it did so, the surrounding world grew increasingly solidified. The entire realm seemed on the verge of hardening, freezing everything and everyone within it.

It was at this very moment that Deadbone struck with his sword.

“Emperor’s Sword: A strike that ignores space, shatters space, and bestows ultimate death upon the enemy.”

This sword also possessed conceptual abilities.

In terms of “quantity,” it far surpassed even the Desolate Kingbone.

The concept of death.

The target of the Emperor’s Sword’s bestowed death was one and only one.

This strike could only act on a single entity, but it was not limited to people, objects, or even… concepts.

The Death Lament descended.

But the target of the strike was not the distant Great Serpent, but…

The conceptual connection between the descending Great Serpent and its true form.

“Strike!”

Formless, soundless, featureless.

The black sword fell as if nothing had happened.

But the Serpent Attendant suddenly realized with alarm that the connection between this Divine Soul Incarnation and its true form had “died.”

Originally, it could have remained active in the outside world for several days, until the time limit arrived and the descending Physical Body perished, at which point this fragment of the Divine Soul would have returned to the true form.

But now, the connection was dead.

Its descending Physical Body began to perish, its power draining away like a floodgate opening.

‘What happened?’

‘What happened!’

The Serpent Attendant had no understanding of what a conceptual connection was, or what the death of a concept meant.

It roared and lunged forward.

But its form dissipated mid-air, scattering like countless willow catkins across the world.

Hum—

A gleaming fragment of the Divine Soul appeared, about to slip into space and return to the true form.

But suddenly, it could no longer find the coordinates to return—the connection was completely severed.

The golden, shimmering fragment spun endlessly in mid-air until it was annihilated by Deadbone’s ultimate nine-strike combo.

Above the tide of the undead, the Legion’s Soul had already shattered.

The dead continued to surge forward, engulfing the core territory of the Great Serpent Clan.

Above the tide, Deadbone still stared at the spot where the Serpent Attendant had vanished. He had used various methods to inspect the surrounding area dozens of times, and only now did he finally let out a deep sigh of relief.

He had given his all and finally repelled the great enemy.

He pondered.

With the might of the Emperor’s Sword, it was not impossible to strike down the Serpent Attendant in a single blow, bestowing death upon it.

Deadbone was 90% confident.

But 90% was still too little, and he did not know enough about the Attendant’s situation.

He could not take the risk; he had to choose the 100% safe method.

And the conceptual link of the newly descended Serpent Attendant was somewhat clear in Deadbone’s eyes.

It would have been inappropriate not to strike it.

(End of Chapter)