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Luna took out the Sky-Devil Zither from her mind palace and was ready to attack. Unexpectedly, the ground was making ‘plop’ sounds. At the same time, hundreds of hands burrowed out of the ground. In the next moment, densely packed skeletons crawled out of the ground. Luna immediately let go of Alex. She pushed him and said, “You’re a man, you should go!” ‘D*mn it!’ Alex looked at the hundreds of skeletons and could not accept it for a moment.

I brandished the bone saw so the skeleton could see it, then began to lower it. “Which one should I start with?” I said, gliding it along the skeleton’s ribs. “Your arm? Or maybe I should go big and start with a leg.” The skeleton squirmed beneath me, but I was far stronger. Skeletons were the lowest form of the undead; without muscle or flesh, they were incredibly weak compared to most other supernatural beings. Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering a witch, not a blessing of eternal life like a vampire -- although, some would argue that vampires were more cursed than blessed.

I wiped my sword clean on the cloak of the corpse of an enemy soldier and reviewed the skeleton army I had amassed. I checked my pouch. I had enough components for another casting. “Inmithus mancitem!” I saw the soldiers that picked through the dead for armour and weaponry dance back as the corpses of their enemies expelled their flesh and rose as skeletons. “Tell Ruelke she can add two hundred odd skeletons to her tally,” I said to Leongrad. “She’ll be happy about that,” he agreed. “They probably don’t eat much.”

This feeling was very strange. "Clang" However, at the next moment, with waves of strange friction sounds, everyone's questions were completely answered. The white skeletons slowly crawled out of the sea and onto these stone bridges. These white skeletons were clearly bones of undead, and they were beyond the elite level. The white skeletons, which were integrated from top to bottom, all carried a strange energy flowing. Their powerful auras were clearly visible. What they were holding were all sinister longbows. They looked fatal, while this group of skeleton undead had over ten thousand of them. The number of them was astonishing to the extreme.

Lisa's eyes flash coldly, "Insolence! Who do you think you are?!" Dong!!! She then strummed her zither hard! An apparition of a skeleton leaped out of the sound wave straight at Piotr, its giant scimitar already reaching him! Piotr's face paled even as he promptly countered! Pow! As the skeleton was an apparition in the first place, it immediately vaporized from Piotr's punch. But to everyone's shock, the skeleton's scimitar sliced off Piotr's arm anyway!

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“No, silly, they’re very common. Every household has them – women do it mostly, consulting on minor things to figure out the near future, help make small decisions, find lost things.” “Lost things,” Anton murmurs, coming to the floor too and peering at the supplies – a bit of twine, several differently colored rocks, a few very small white sticks that I suspect are animal bones, and then three tiny metal loops – gold, silver, and pewter. “Like…souls, lost in the Deadlands?” “Oh, I mean, I’ve never tried that,” Laila says, her voice a little breathless and reverent. “But…we could try? I mean, the casting can’t be very different, can it?”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Blood splattered all around. After the Sword Lights had finished attacking Xanthakos, a terrifying skeleton appeared in the void. It was half black and half white. Amidst the sounds, the skeleton slowly raised its head. “James, it seems that I have really underestimated you. “But do you really think that you will be my opponent just because you hold the Demon-Slayer Sword?” Then, Xanthakos extended his skeleton arms. A mysterious gray Vital Energy exuded from his body. He turned into countless skeletons and headed toward the gray clouds above him.

" With such a reward, there would definitely be more volunteers! Fifteen million was too attractive to regular people! Shawn only had that way to increase the likelihood of saving Gale! The housekeeper answered, "Yes." Yet, everyone knew that the best time to save Gale had passed. After a whole night of not finding Gale, they would only find a corpse, even if they were lucky enough to find her. After being in the sea for too long, the corpse would deform and swell. There was no way to recognize the corpse. How could Shawn accept Gale looking like that?!