To gain a clearer view, Bayou employed her left eye, revealing the true visage of a monster before her.
It was an elongated entity resembling a rectangular prism, its surface adorned with intermingling scales of silver and black.
However, the scales were not closely knit, allowing glimpses of the writhing black flesh beneath.
Suspended in the air, Bayou found herself perplexed by the creature s ability to fly.
Unable to discern any discernable head.
From her vantage point below, she could only glimpse its underside, leaving her in the dark about its upper features.
Yet, this creature evoked an odd sensation within her, an unsettling dissonance.
It appeared not to be a spectre of the dead, but rather a dearable.
Chapter 294.
The raven has arrived.
Bayou found herself perplexed by the absurd thought that had unexpectedly surfaced in her mind.
With curiosity peaked, she soared into the sky, finally beholding the true visage of this monstrous entity.
Its lower half indeed resembled a semi-ircular structure.
Yet the upper part was a stark contrast, a vast platform.
The front section, which by you deduced to be the head, featured two gaping, unfathomable apertures on either side, reminiscent of nostrils, but more akin to cannon ports.
Having witnessed the Necropolis fortress manifesting as a form of the undead, she was not overly astonished to encounter this Zeppelin-like spectre, she descended directly onto the platform, which was composed of an unknown hard substance, neither yielding nor soft underfoot, but rather solid and unyielding.
The rear section of the platform was adorned with four semi-pherical protrusions arranged on either side.
Whether these constituted a chamber or limbs remained a mystery to Bayou.
The edges of the platform were encircled by enormous undulating scales, each roughly the size of her entire being.
Additionally, two robust outward curving tentacles sprouted from either side.
Its size surpassed that of a typical skeletal dragon, rivaling the wingspan of Arthur.
Excluding the zombie titan, it could be deemed the largest unit currently in existence.
This entity bore little resemblance to the undead or any structure.
It seemed more akin to an extraterrestrial creature.
Then again, one could argue that the magical continent itself was somewhat alien.
Was it not? Nevertheless, Bayou dismissed such thoughts.
She proceeded to examine the basic information regarding the armored mother.
Armored mother special unit capacity for undead 5,000 based on volume.
It possesses no understanding of language nor any wisdom.
It will unconditionally obey the commands of the king.
It is a unique amalgamation of soul fragments forged from the indomitable spirits of those slain by dark magic.
Thus, its sole function was to transport the undead.
Its flight speed was comparable to that of the skeletal dragon, making it the fastest undead unit beneath the royal tier.
It also boasted fundamental offensive and defensive capabilities.
Yet, upon advancing to royal status, it would lack a domain, classifying it alongside the necromancer and alchemist as a functional undead.
Indeed, the mobility of groundbased undead like skeletons, death knights, and ghouls was far too sluggish.
Bayou recognized that the current ground undead were struggling to keep pace.
And even with the necropolis fortress, constructing one at intervals was impractical.
It was fortuitous then that she could consolidate the idle undead within the armored mother.
The skeletons would not manifest on the armored mother's deck.
They would only ascend to the deck to leap down during an assault.
Soon, having completed the consolidation, the armored mother once again ascended into the sky, enveloped by a black barrier that concealed it entirely.
The tentacles retracted into its form, and the undulating scales adhered seamlessly to the edges.
The armored mother entered a state of complete stillness, suspended motionlessly high above the city of the undead.
This was indeed intriguing.
This special unit was a delightful surprise for the day.
Bayou withdrew her gaze from the heavens and ventured into the palace.
Today she refrained from bathing, deliberately avoiding the removal of her mage robe and even deviated from her usual habit of sleeping in the nude, opting instead to dawn her robe for the night.
This sensation reminded her of the early days of her journey, a time fraught with trepidation.
The entire world chat had plunged into a state of panic as many lords had already encountered the though most of them had met their demise.
Bayou found herself uncomfortably drifting in a slumber, and the night passed in silence.
Upon awakening, Bayou threw off her covers and sprang from her bed with the agility of a fish leaping from water.
Her bare feet landing lightly on the floor as she began her simple morning routine.
A new day had dawned, and with it the opportunity to summon troops once more.
She gazed up at the sky, eyeing the looming figure of the helm mother, anticipating the arrival of a second one.
Two could accommodate a staggering 10,000 undead.
With a buoyant heart, Bayou began her summoning, fervently praying for a stroke of good fortune.
Yet life often unfolds in unexpected ways, and she found herself unable to summon the coveted golden legend.
Fatigued, she resigned herself to the notion of obliteration.
Meanwhile, in the city of Aman, Max led the dwarves and the undead in a counteroffensive against the Stonefoot clan.
The internal strife within the dwarven kingdom had reached a stalemate, presenting an opportune moment to strike decisively.
Should they fail to act now, they would soon face the full might of a unified kingdom, which while conquerable, would undoubtedly present a myriad of challenges.
Chunfong and his sister along with Xiaoa remained in Aman.
accompanied by a level four royal to attract the securing the dwarven kingdom was crucial.
But the system rewarded the swiftest path to power and must not be overlooked.
We've been here for 2 days.
Why is ta single come to us? Shunwell lamented her boredom palpable.
This is unpredictable.
It's a matter of luck.
The boss managed to encounter two alone.
Chun fo mused hoping for no formidable adversary to appear.
Could it be that there are too few in this vicinity? Perhaps we should try another location.
Xiao Lianua, equally weary of the monotony, hesitated to remain alone in the castle, for a royal would be a nightmare for her, given her mere commander rank.
That's a splendid idea.
We could head to the Emerald Hills, leaving the Lich to guard here.
The forces there are far superior, and we need not worry, she proposed.
In a rare moment of agreement, Chunu concurred with Xiaoli and Shiua.
No need to go, Chinfong interjected.
What? Chun turned back, her expression one of displeasure, but abruptly halted, swallowing the words she had intended to voice.
What a coincidence it was, for just as they spoke of the one appeared.
At that moment, outside Aman, a rather foolish looking had materialized, hovering in the air and observing the three within the city.
Chunfong and Chun soared upward, flying toward the outskirts, determined to engage there, lest the dwarves within Ammon suffer the consequences that captivated by the siblings followed them closely.
Disregarding Xiao Yinua left behind in the city.
In the eyes of the raven, the principle is remarkably simple.
It will undoubtedly gravitate towards the side with greater numbers.
Chunfong grasped Chun Schwe's hand, and the speed of their flight, imbued with the essence of light, was astonishingly swift, almost as if they had arrived at the outskirts of the city in an instant, positioning themselves near the necropolis fortress.
Chapter 295.
Luring the angel out of its lair, the raven, pursuing relentlessly, was immediately met with a surprise counterattack from Chinfo.
It merely cloaked itself, effortlessly deflecting Chun Fang's numerous beams of light without sustaining any damage.
Unyielding, Chun Fong teleported closer and delivered a powerful kick, sending the raven retreating several meters.
Although unharmed, this revelation brought a glimmer of joy to Chun Fong s expression, indicating that the raven was not particularly formidable.
The raven drew two black short sword from its cloak and launched an assault on Chinfo.
In response, Chunfong conjured an elemental sword from light, engaging the raven's onslaught.
However, he was taken aback to discover that this creature wielded swordsmanship.
Unlike his erratic swings, the raven's strikes were precise and targeted, aimed directly at Chinfong s vital points.
Suddenly, the raven's black sword emitted a sinister aura, severing Chun Fang's elemental weapon just as it was about to strike him.
His body transformed into moes of light and vanished from sight.
As Chun Foam teleported away, Chunwa followed closely behind, her legs enveloped in dark elements.
In a surprising maneuver, she delivered a swift kick to the raven's wrist, causing its weapon to fly from its grasp.
The raven attempted to retaliate with its remaining weapon, but before it could act, a surge of potent dark matter erupted from Chunw, propelling the raven backward.