Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

"Boom!"

The Elite Six-armed Snake Demon raised the Shield in one hand, and the Shield collided with the Short Spear, letting out a deafening crash.

The Short Spear pierced straight through the Shield, nailing itself firmly into it.

Then the Dark Energy wrapped around the Short Spear detonated, blasting one of the Elite Six-armed Snake Demon’s arms into a bloody mess.

The Elite Six-armed Snake Demons are born Weapon Masters; they excel at close combat, and all kinds of weapons can be played to the extreme in their hands.

Their thick serpentine tails are also preternaturally agile; the powerful muscles along the tail not only give them high marching speed, they are also a deadly weapon.

If they encounter an enemy daring to fight them in close quarters, the Snake Demon might choose to use its tail, coil around the target like a python, and squeeze until the enemy suffocates and their bones are crushed to Death.

Or after coiling the enemy, it might rear up and use its weapons to hack the now-helpless foe into pieces.

But the Shadow-Devouring Knights refused to engage it in close combat at all; they simply relied on the terrifying sprinting power of the Shadow-devouring Warhorses beneath them, constantly using Charge and thrusting with their long Lances.

The three Shadow-Devouring Knights came from three directions, charging again and again; the ferocious Lance strikes were something it simply could not withstand.

"Puchi!"

With another Charge from a Shadow-Devouring Knight, the sharp Lance ran the Elite Six-armed Snake Demon clean through.

The Shadow-Devouring Knight didn’t linger in battle either; the Warhorse beneath him kept charging forward, trying to yank the Lance back out of the Snake Demon’s body.

But the Elite Six-armed Snake Demon bared its face in a savage snarl, several arms clamping onto the Lance; for a moment, even the Knight’s immense strength couldn’t forcibly pull the Lance free.

However, the Shadow-Devouring Knight wasn’t rigid; he simply let go, abandoning the Lance, then drew the Serrated Battle Blade hanging from the saddle.

"Swish!"

Dark Strike!

Borrowing the momentum of the Shadow-devouring Warhorse’s gallop, the Shadow-Devouring Knight twisted his body and slashed out.

This slash bit hard into the Snake Demon’s arm, chopping off two arms on one side.

Charge!

Before the Elite Six-armed Snake Demon could react, another Shadow-Devouring Knight from behind had already arrived.

The razor-sharp Lance lashed out like a viper’s tongue and struck the Elite Six-armed Snake Demon’s head in one blow.

The snake hair crowning the Demon’s head let out a shrill hiss as each strand snapped.

The abundant Dark Energy searing the Lance’s tip blew the Snake Demon’s head apart in a single strike.

The Elite Six-armed Snake Demon only had time to unleash a piercing scream before collapsing powerlessly to the ground, then dissolving into a mass of chaotic Energy.

After this Silver Upper Rank Elite Six-armed Snake Demon inside the city died in battle, the three Shadow-Devouring Knights activated their low-altitude hovering ability and surged up onto the city walls.

They Charged once along the wall, cutting down every Beastman that had made it onto the battlements.

After that, Shen Zhongyun canceled the Magic Shield, allowing the Beastmen to continue their assault.

Meanwhile, the Magic Energy Bed Crossbows on the wall began taking aimed shots at those Magic Energy Assault Vehicles.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Beastman nobles outside the city also watched the rampaging Shadow-Devouring Knights atop the battlements; those towering figures left a deep impression on them.

This was one of the reasons why these Professionals above Silver Tier didn’t dare to launch a direct attack.

If all these Silver Tier Professionals Charged the city walls together, the garrison inside would simply play dirty and activate the Magic Shield, shutting them out.

But if they came up in twos and threes, the garrison here wouldn’t open the Shield right away; they’d wait until the attackers had already reached the parapets before raising the Shield.

With the Magic Shield isolating inside and out, any Silver Tier Professional who went in would become a trapped Beast, and would inevitably be besieged by the entire fortress garrison.

Judging from the battles these past few days, they no longer dared underestimate the defensive strength of this Tiger Suppression Fortress.

Not to mention, these defenders included Shadow-Devouring Knights, and on top of that their sinister master—a Dark Wanderer.

The moment they thought of that Silver Upper Rank Dark Wanderer and that Silver Lower Rank Undead Mage, and the endless Dark Summoned Creatures and Undead Creatures they called forth, they all felt splitting headaches.

Every attack cost their elite army bleeding lives.

On the other side, aside from some sporadic casualties among the human garrison, all that died were a bunch of cheap Summoned Creatures.

In the end, what was really being consumed was nothing more than the Mana of those two Summoning Series Professionals.

It was utterly disgusting!

While these Beastman powerhouses were cursing Fang Zhou and Shen Zhongyun as disgusting and shameless, Fang Zhou was cursing in his heart as well.

This kind of Summon Demon Projection Magic was far too disgusting and shameless!

After all the trouble of killing these powerful Demon Projections, Fang Zhou had been all fired up, planning to collect their remains to make powerful Undead Creatures, only to find nothing left but a clump of dissipating chaotic Energy.

Standing atop the central high tower, Fang Zhou regretfully watched the places where the Elite Six-armed Snake Demon and those few Blade Demon Projections had fallen.

Such excellent Corpse material, yet not actual Corpses.

A complete waste of his emotions.

..............

"Trash!"

Inside the Beastman camp, the Shrek Shaman stood on the altar; sensing that the Snake Demon Projection he had summoned was dead, he couldn’t help but roar in fury.

Throughout the time the Snake Demon existed, it had been constantly draining his Mana, and it also placed an enormous burden on his soul.

After the Snake Demon Projection died, Shrek tilted his head back and gulped down a bottle of Desecration Potion, then drew several heavy breaths.

Then, under the protection of his guards, he lowered his head and prayed to the ancestral will of the Beastmen he believed in, to restore his depleted Mana.

After a while, he began Casting and Summoning again.

Now that the Beastman powerhouses dared not Charge the battlements and were relying only on Middle and Low Tier Beastman Warriors, the time required to take this city would be far too long.

Therefore, Summoning powerful, Death-fearing Demon Projections to lead the Charge was a very cost-effective tactic.

As Shrek cast his Magic, profound Abyss Runes appeared once more, and a pitch-black Summoning Array formed.

The Magic of Summoning mid-tier Demons was extremely handy in situations like this.

In the Mythical World, real Deities do exist.

The Priests and Priests of other Deities also have this type of Divine Magic, though their Divine Magic is called [Summon Angel].

These Angels, some are native races of the Mythical World, and some are the Deities’ followers.

The pure souls of the followers are enlightened by the Deity and enter the Divine Spirit’s Divine Country, serving as its attendant army.

The alignment of Angels is generally Lawful Good, while Demons are Chaotic Evil.

This time, once Shrek’s Magic was released, a new Demon appeared within the Summoning Array—a Rotting Troll.

The Rotting Trolls are massive in size; they typically dwell in the swampy regions of the Abyss, and they too have thick hides and Scale Armor.

When fighting a Rotting Troll, one must guard not only against their masterful Combat Techniques, but also against their foul stench.

They emit supernatural foulness during battle; if one is careless, just smelling the odor from their bodies can make a person vomit out their stomach, and their combat power will naturally be cut by more than half.

"Mortal! Offer up your soul!"

The Rotting Troll stepped out of the Summoning Array, swaying its head as it bellowed at Shrek.

Shrek frowned, and through the Contract formed by Casting, he urged the Rotting Troll to hurry up and absorb the souls of the sacrificial victims and join the battle.

But at that moment, the Rotting Troll seemed to sense some terrifying event; its expression changed drastically.

Immediately after, the other High Tier Beastmen also screamed in shock!

"Glory Magic!!!!"

All of a sudden, Thunder flashed in the sky.

A massive Thunder Bomb was hurtling down toward the Beastman camp.

This was a Glory Champion Level Magic—[Thunderous Bomb]!

This Magic was the signature Glory Champion Skill of a Thunder Mage: a cloud mass filled with rumbling Thunder and flashing lightning descended from the heavens, and was about to smash into the Beastman siege army.

Dammit! How dare a human Glory Champion make a move?

Is he not afraid of severely damaging his Energy Core?

All the High Tier Beastmen no longer cared about the siege; their only thought now was to flee and preserve their own miserable lives.

Each of them cursed their parents for not giving them two more legs, and they ran as fast as they could.