Meanwhile, Kasm, who was in a high position, enjoying this small country's rebellion, also became somewhat interested.
To him, no matter how much blood Ilinor a country like this shed or how many people died he couldn't care less; it was like watching a game. He enjoyed the feeling of being the puppet master behind the scenes as well as watching the efforts of the ants as they struggled.
Consider it an appetizer.
The battle below had already started, and unexpectedly, this group of adventurers, upon seeing the fourth-tier undead, upon seeing the giant skeleton, did not turn and run. They were only slightly panicked at first but quickly calmed down.
It seems this mercenary group has good mental fortitude.
While Kasm was merely watching the show, Mrs. Lisa was not pleased.
What Is going on? What had gotten into the Eagle Mercenary? If Sea Tiger was not afraid of the Death Knight, that was one thing, but his adventurers seemed to... Not panic at the sight of my Death Knight?
Had they not seen its massive body? Had they not noticed the terrifying, sharp battle axe?
Why are they not trembling at the sight of such a horrifying monster?
'Roar!
The Death Knight seemed angry too. It roared into the night sky, pounding its chest with one skeletal hand while the other gripped the battle axe, creating a howling wind as it slashed down towards Sea Tiger, the leader.
Bang!
The Death Knight's axe could split a century-old tree into a deep crater. For Sea Tiger, even if he used a shield to block, it was futile. He was knocked away like a kite with its string cut by the immense force.
Seeing this, the female sorcerer, Luna, who was the second in command of the Eagle Mercenary Group, angrily chanted, raising her staff. A third-tier spell, Ice Arrow, formed in front of her, sending a sharp frost blade shooting towards the Death Knight.
However, the undead possess extremely high resistance to magic. A third-tier Ice Arrow merely slowed it down for a moment. It shifted its target, ignoring Sea Tiger, who was spitting blood on the ground far away, and started charging towards Luna.
"Run! Avoid it!"
Even Sea Tiger, as a warrior, couldn't withstand a hit from the Death Knight, let alone Luna with her smaller stature.
The members of the Eagle Mercenary Group were loyal. A nearby member pushed Luna aside, taking the blow from the Death Knight's giant axe.
Blood spurted as the axe mercilessly tore through the adventurer.
This seemed to stimulate the Death Knight even further. It continued its frenzied roar, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep. In less than half a minute, it had killed and injured most of the Eagle Mercenary adventurers with swings of its giant axe.
A... Skeleton Dragon?
Mrs. Lisa was stunned, and the imperial envoy, who was enjoying the show, was also stunned.
The only one not frozen in place was the Death Knight.
Previously arrogant and wreaking havoc among the Eagles mercenary, it was the first to have its legs give out, collapsing to the ground with a loud sound, dropping its beloved giant axe, trembling and prostrating itself on the ground, wishing it could smash its own head into the ground.
Skeleton Dragon.
Seventh-tier Undead.
The pinnacle of the undead pyramid.
Just the gusts of air stirred up by the descent of its over ten-meter-long wings made Lisa unable to open her eyes, forcing her to release Luna and use her arms to shield herself from the air currents.
With a thunderous "boom" upon landing, when she finally focused her gaze, there was no longer the Undead Warrior, only shattered bones beneath the claws of the Skeleton Dragon.
Of course.
That was not the most shocking part.
What left Lisa in a state of panic, filled with extreme fear, was the fact that as the Skeleton Dragon landed and lowered its head, there was actually a person on the back of this powerful undead creature!?
What kind of person could use a Skeleton Dragon as a mount!?
No.
That is not a person.
With blood-red skin all over, muscles bulging with patterns flowing like molten lava, exuding absolute strength.
Horns on its head fiercer than a bull's, devilish in appearance, sharp angular features as if forged from hell, armor weighing a thousand pounds, sending chills down the spine.
Enormous jet-black claws that could easily crush boulders, red and black tattered wings on its back, slightly damaged with holes, but this seemed to indicate even more so that its master had fought countless battles, experienced war, emanating an aura of endless destruction.
That, that thing is not human.
The word "demon" automatically sprang to Lisa's mind.
"A Demon!"