“Ahhh…”

Although they are corpses, these corpses controlled by necromancy magic will still howl.

All I can say is that magic is not the domain of biology.

Facing these powerful but weak undead, Xia Yu wielded his sickle, and the cold light turned into blade light, instantly splitting the gathered undead into two.

Broken limbs flew everywhere, foul blood splattered, the scene was extremely spectacular.

Low-level cannon fodder undead can only rely on human wave tactics. Although ants can kill elephants if they are in large numbers, if the elephant is strong enough, no matter how many ants there are, they will be useless.

As the undead dies again, soul fragments will fall.

When the sickle harvests the undead, the soul fragments are also harvested together.

Watching Xia Yu harvesting the strong corpses nonchalantly, Khajiit's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Clementine beside him.

But just this one glance made him look even more shocked.

Clementine, who was in the hero realm, was like a fleeing mouse under the skull beast. He knew best that if it was the previous skull beast, it would have been dismembered and crushed when facing the hero-level Clementine.

There was no way this kind of cat-and-mouse situation was going to happen, especially when the mouse was Clementine.

The other party was much more powerful than he had imagined, and his attainments in necromancy magic were also quite high.

How on earth did this guy appear? !

Khajiit was incredulous and shouted, "Enough! Try this!"

The next moment, the Orb of Death in Khajiit's hand began to absorb the darkness of the entire cemetery. The Orb of Death seemed to be emitting a faint light, and it was beating slowly like a heartbeat, stronger and more powerful than before.

A second later, the ground cracked and a huge undead creature stretched out its bony claws and crawled out directly from the ground.

It was a human skeleton about ten meters tall, made up of countless human bones, imitating a legendary creature with a long neck, wings and ferocious horns - a dragon.

"Roar!" ×2

Two roars were heard, and not one, but two bone dragons appeared.

“Hahahahahaha…”

With the appearance of the two bone dragons, Khajiit's confidence grew, and uncontrollable laughter rang out all around.

"See? This is my power! A bone dragon that is absolutely resistant to magic. Even magic casters can do nothing about it!"

"I spent a lot of negative energy and even spent two months holding a grand ceremony to give birth to this bone dragon. What do you think?"

Khajiit, full of confidence, raised his Death Orb and looked at Xia Yu who was carrying a sickle in front of him: "Before I release the Death Spiral on E-Rantel, I will let you join my army of the undead!"

As Khajiit finished his words, an endless stream of undead crawled out of the cave one after another, rapidly expanding into an army as if there was no end.

The underground space was not small. In just a few moments, the number of undead had reached hundreds.

Looking at these low-level undead, Xia Yu shook his head slightly: "Although the summoning game is all about quantity, sometimes quality can crush quantity."

Although the sound was light, it echoed clearly in the underground space. Xia Yu rotated the sickle with one hand and raised it high.

"Come and see what the god of death is!"

After saying that, Xia Yu swung his sword downwards suddenly.

Woo woo woo——!

A chilly wind blew, and inky black fog rolled up and emerged. To Khajiit's astonished gaze, the black fog gathered into a human figure wearing a black robe.

The human figure was shrouded in black fog, and his face could not be seen clearly. All he could feel was an extremely powerful force.

Swish——!

The next second, in the sight of many undead, a pair of blue flames suddenly lit up on the human-shaped face shrouded in black mist, and the flames formed glowing eyes. This was the god of death that brought death.

Although he is the messenger of death, the Grim Reaper exudes a sense of tranquility that makes people feel at peace.

However, Khajiit felt nothing at all. He could only sense an unprecedented danger from the Grim Reaper, which was an invitation from death.

"Go, kill him!"

The terrified Khajiit gave orders in a panic, and the numerous undead and bone dragons immediately moved, and the stench of corpses spread.

Despite the huge momentum, there are only two, or one, enemies in front of them.

After summoning the god of death, Xia Yu just stood aside with a scythe. To be honest, it was a bit of an overkill to use the summoned god of death to deal with these undead.

However, any one of Xia Yu's powers would be considered an exaggeration, so it is not too exaggerated.

In an instant, the god of death appeared, facing the roar of the undead, the swinging claws of two bone dragons, his eyes flashing blue, and his sickle held horizontally above his head.

The next moment, the sickle was swung down, and the whirlwind that tore through the air cut wantonly, carrying a series of materialized sharp blade edges that left criss-crossing deep cuts on the walls and the ground.

In less than a second, the undead around the Grim Reaper were crushed by the energy and turned into smelly debris that flew everywhere.

However, the dead undead were only a part of them. There were more undead gathering madly around. These undead joined forces with the bone dragons to form a tide of corpses, rushing straight towards the god of death.

boom!

!

When the claws met, both sides paused. Then, with a "pop", the sickle cut through the bone dragon's claws. The blade's size increased several times, crushing the corpse tide so much that it split in half.

Khajiit, who was at the back of the zombie tide, took two steps back in panic, but was still hit by the blade, leaving a blood mark on his face.

“You, you, you…”

After stuttering for a while, Khajiit still couldn't utter a complete sentence. The God of Death showed no joy or sadness. He grasped the scythe tightly in one hand and swung it tightly.

The corpses that rushed over were all chopped into small pieces with sickles. The corpse paste fell to the ground, emitting a foul stench. Even the bone dragon was chopped into bone powder.

Of course, this bone meal has no effect on growing plants.

The creatures summoned by the Grim Reaper's scythe can also harvest fallen soul fragments. Therefore, after nearly half of the undead were destroyed by the Grim Reaper, the second Grim Reaper emerged.

When the two Grim Reapers appeared, the remaining Undead would have no chance of making a comeback. Just like the real Grim Reaper reaping lives, the Undead army that Khajiit was so proud of was completely slaughtered by the Grim Reaper.

When all the attacking undead monsters were destroyed, the two Grim Reapers swept their eyes like knives towards Khajiit. At this cold gaze, Khajiit trembled all over and his rough hands shook.

The Orb of Death fell down and rolled away. A foot stepped on the rolling Orb of Death, and then a hand picked it up.

"With props like this, you still think you can fight me?"

Xia Yu played with the bumpy Orb of Death and looked at Khajiit with a joking look on his face.

“You… who are you?!”

Facing this question, Xia Yu curled his lips and said, "Remember this, I'm just a knight passing by!"

"Knight?" Khajiit was stunned and shouted angrily, "You are talking nonsense. How can a knight be so strong? And you have such high attainments in necromancy magic. You are obviously a magic chanter!"

"Oh, I'm not that strong."

Xia Yu waved his hand embarrassedly, then stretched out his thumb and index finger to make a small gap: "I am only a little bit better than you."

Facing Xia Yu's words, Khajiit obviously didn't understand the meaning of the universe between fingers. He looked around secretly, hoping to have a chance to escape.

But no matter how he observed, he found in despair that there was absolutely no chance of escape.

Clementine over there had been tortured to death by the bone beast, and the two bone dragons that he was so proud of had also turned into pale bone powder all over the ground.

Khajiit couldn't imagine how to escape from the hands of the two Grim Reapers. He slumped to the ground in despair, his eyes dull and his mind dazed.

"Why……"

"Why did the fruits of my five years of hard work go up in flames in less than an hour?"

As Khajiit wailed, many scenes of death flashed through his mind.

Khajiit del Badantiel.

This is his name. He has a sturdy father and a calm mother. The family lives in a village on the border of the Silian Theocracy, and he spent a very ordinary childhood in the village.

Now he has become this half-human, half-ghost appearance because he saw his mother's dead body.

It was an ordinary day. When the setting sun was clearly visible, the young boy ran back home breathlessly.

Although his mother asked him to go home early, he came home late because of some trivial matter that he could not remember clearly.

For example, he was delayed by trivial matters such as looking for beautiful stones on the outskirts of the village and pretending to be a hero with sticks.

When he ran back home fearing his mother's reproach, he saw his mother lying on the ground.

He can no longer remember how he felt at the time. He only remembers the feeling of holding his mother's hand. The warm touch is still fresh in his memory.

When he thought it was just a little joke from his mother, the cruel fact could not be changed: his mother passed away.

According to the clergy, the cause of death was "blood clot in the brain", which means it was not caused by human factors, no one was at fault, and no one needed to be held responsible.

However, Kajit felt that there was someone who should be held responsible, and that person was himself. If he had been able to return home earlier, perhaps he could have saved his mother.

There are many faith-based magic casters in the Silian Theocracy, and there are also several in their village.

If he had been able to return home earlier, noticed his mother's abnormality earlier, and asked those magic casters for help in time, perhaps his mother would still be healthy and smiling now.

Feeling so guilty, Khajiit recalled his mother's face and secretly made up his mind to bring his mother back to life in order to make up for his mistake.

The more magical knowledge you learn, the bigger the problems you encounter.

Khajiit gradually realized that if he kept his human body, he would not have enough time to develop new resurrection magic. If he gave up his human identity and became an undead, he would have more time to develop new resurrection magic.

Thinking in this way, he abandoned the faith-based magic that he had gradually accumulated in the past and embarked on the path of magic power-based magic.

However, the path of using mana-based magic to become an undead is still fraught with difficulties. Even after giving up being a human, it still takes a long time to become a high-level undead.

With the accumulation of magical knowledge, and after obtaining the Orb of Death, Khajiit discovered a way to break through these obstacles.

That is to collect huge negative energy. Yes, as long as you kill everyone in the town, you can turn them into undead and generate negative energy.

This was also the reason why he was so determined to put E-Rantel into a death spiral.

But just when this wish was about to be fulfilled, obstacles appeared again!

"Why! Why did I spend five years preparing for this town, and still can't forget this wish even after thirty years..."

Phew!

With a "pop" sound, Khajiit's head flew up, and the unwilling roar was blocked back, leaving only a gushing fountain of blood.

He swung the sickle, and the blood on it turned into blood arrows and shot into the ground. Xia Yu picked up the sickle and looked at Khajiit's head with disdain, as his vitality was gone.

"What are you talking about, nostalgia?"

"Do you really think this is an animation? And you're using flashbacks? You're going to get criticized for this kind of watered-down plot."

"Also, we are not familiar with each other. The fact that you are like this has nothing to do with me. I am only here to kill you. I am not interested in watching your flashbacks."

Boom——!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and Clementine, who was being played with by the cat, was finally slapped to death by the bone beast in her frustration and despair.

Seeing this, Xia Yu waved his sickle, and the two death gods beside him immediately returned to the sickle, and the bone beast also came to Xia Yu, wagging its tail.

"Good boy~"

Xia Yu patted the bone beast's head to show his appreciation. Feeling Xia Yu's actions, the bone beast's tail made of bones began to shake excitedly again.

"Okay, you stay here for now. From now on, you will be the only undead monster in this cemetery."

After giving the bone beast a long-term mission, Xia Yu left here. With the bone beast as a living device that absorbs negative energy, no more undead will be born here.

Of course, in contrast, the bone beasts will become even more powerful. It is estimated that in the near future, the bone beasts will also become high-level undead.

"As for you, what shall I do with you?"

Xia Yu tossed the Orb of Death in his hand and asked as if muttering to himself.

He knew that the Death Orb could hear because the Death Orb was an intelligent item that did not exist in "YGGDRASIL" and had self-awareness and language ability.

Moreover, the Orb of Death also believes that it was born to spread death. Of course, after meeting the Bone King, the Orb of Death immediately knelt down and licked him.

His moral integrity is comparable to that of a dog-licking mirror that meets a fool, he just licks the fool without any bottom line.

Of course, unlike the dog-licking mirror, the dog-licking orb is relatively low-level and can be regarded as a special item for the birth of spiritual intelligence at most.

"If you don't respond to me, I will crush you to pieces."

Under such a threat, the Orb of Death trembled, and a mental wave was transmitted into Xia Yu's mind.

"I am so sorry, Great Lord of Death."

Hearing this title, Xia Yu raised his eyebrows. The King of Death was the name given to Ainz by the Death Orb in the original work. Why should he be called that?

Could it be that this Orb of Death is actually not very educated and only knows the title of the King of Death?

While thinking, Xia Yu shook the pearl and asked, "Why do you call me the King of Death? I am clearly a human being."

"No, you are being modest. You can command the god of death who exudes the supreme aura of death, so you are the undisputed King of Death."

"Thanks to the non-existent God, for allowing me to meet such a noble and great you, and for allowing me to express my deep gratitude to all the deaths that exist in this world."

It was flattery as expected, but Xia Yu felt comfortable with the licking as it was given. No one doesn't like to hear such flattery.

"Go on, write a 3,000-word compliment to let me get a good feel for your attitude. No repeated words allowed."

“…”

Hearing this, the Orb of Death paused for a moment, and the next moment, the Orb of Death spoke.

——After three thousand words.

Xia Yu: (°ο°)

Xia Yu really didn't expect that the Orb of Death could really speak more than 3,000 words of praise in one breath. What's more important is that it didn't say any repeated words.

I'm really sorry. I was rude when I said that you have low cultural heritage.

"Well, since you are so sensible, I won't destroy you."

Upon hearing this, the Orb of Death trembled: "Thank you very much, great King of Death. Please accept the request of your humble servant. I hope that I will have a place among your loyal servants."

"Okay, I accept."

Anyway, the Orb of Death cannot pose a threat to him, so it’s nice to have a servant who is so good at talking.

Of course, some are happy while others are sad.

The Great Tomb of Nazarick, the throne room.

The already solemn occasion became even more solemn at this moment, to the point where the air seemed to freeze.

The lights in the hall cast a warm glow, but under the illumination of the warm tones, the gathered guardians felt as if they were in a cold winter.