On the Dragon Court Wilderness, a kobold was wandering across the plains.
When he spotted a rock, he ran over to flip it, grabbing fat insects from beneath it and stuffing them into a pouch at his waist.
Suddenly, the space in front of the kobold was torn open.
A massive spatial gate appeared above the Dragon Court Wilderness.
The kobold stared at the Undead Kingdom on the other side of the spatial gate, frozen in place by the sight of the swarming sea of skeletons.
He did not even react as the insects in his hand wiggled free.
With a single command from Chen Xu, the undead army surged through the spatial gate, stepping into the Dragon Court's territory and charging toward its heart.
...
Inside the Dragon God Temple in the Dragon Court.
Blake, the black dragon, and Griffinlie, the golden dragon, also sensed the thick, undisguised aura of death.
Griffinlie narrowed his dragon eyes until only his pupils were visible.
"It truly is the undead. With such a dense aura, their numbers must be significant. First it was Hell, and now it is the Land of the Undead. Who will come next? Elemental Spirits?"
"Blake, has the Lord Dragon God still not awakened?"
Blake did not answer Griffinlie's question, speaking only in a flat tone.
"Griffinlie, the enemy has appeared. Lead your army and bring the Dragon God's wrath upon them."
Griffinlie gave Blake a deep, searching look before leaving the Dragon God Temple.
Those who serve a god need only loyalty.
When alone, Blake might occasionally vent his frustrations, but in front of Griffinlie, he had to maintain the dignity of a god as the priest of the Dragon God.
...
On the Dragon Court Wilderness, the undead army launched a charge against the kobold and centaur tribes scattered across the plains.
Although Chen Xu's primary goal in the Dragon Court dungeon was the dragons themselves, he had no intention of sparing the dragon vassals on the wilderness.
In such a vast wilderness, at least hundreds of millions of dragon vassals lived here.
These were all potential recruits for the undead army!
Necrotic Knights led skeleton soldiers in a charge toward one tribe after another.
The bone horses beneath the Necrotic Knights easily smashed through the tribes' wooden fences.
With a single sweep of their massive knight swords, large numbers of kobolds were cut down.
Some kobolds crawled on the ground, trying to sneak closer to the bone horses to backstab the Necrotic Knights.
But as soon as they approached, the bone horses delivered powerful rear kicks that shattered their skulls and sent them flying.
In the centaur tribes, many centaurs proactively launched their own charges against the Necrotic Knights.
The Necrotic Knights did not dodge.
They controlled their bone horses, accelerating to collide head-on with the charging centaurs.
BOOM!
A mist of blood exploded as centaurs were sent flying by the massive impact.
The bone horses merely shook their heads slightly before continuing their run toward the next centaur.
A few managed to slip through the gaps, avoiding the rear kicks and climbing onto the horses' backs.
However, the kobolds' crude weapons and weak strength felt like nothing more than a light itch against the backs of the Necrotic Knights.
A Necrotic Knight simply turned around, reached out with his left hand, and gripped a kobold's head.
With a slight squeeze, the kobold's head exploded in a spray of blood.
Elsewhere, the Ghost Legion dove underground to harvest the nests of the blackrock dwarves.
The blackrock dwarves had long heard the unusual commotion on the surface and had blocked their tunnel entrances in advance.
Since this was not the first time they had dealt with dwarves hiding underground, the undead army was already experienced.
Ghosts surged out from the soil, grabbing the dwarves' heads and greedily sucking out their souls.
When other dwarves tried to rush forward to help, they felt a chill at the back of their heads and lost consciousness.
Against these races with strong bodies but simple minds, the ghosts did not even need to use spells.
They could easily take them down relying purely on their instinctual soul suction.
As for the abominations, Skeleton Archers, and Skeleton Mages, they did not participate in this cleanup of the dragon vassals.
Instead, they headed toward the high mountains in the direction of the Dragon Court to occupy favorable terrain, making it easier to provide cover for the undead army's later assault.
According to the intel provided by Hav's squad, there were two massive mountains outside the Dragon Court that reached into the clouds, offering a view of the entire city.
Legend had it that these two mountains were formed from the piled corpses of the Dragon God's defeated foes.
The Dragon God had placed them outside the Dragon Court to display its power to the world and warn everyone that the fate of those who opposed it was to turn into a pile of dust.
But now, these mountains made of the Dragon God's enemies would serve Chen Xu's undead army.
It was common knowledge that in ranged warfare, the high ground was an overwhelming advantage.
As long as the opponent was not the type of entity that could level a mountain or shatter a planet in one hit, the terrain and height advantages would still be effective.
The abomination army and some skeleton soldiers charged at the very front, protecting the Skeleton Archers and mages behind them.
Before long, not a single living thing remained on the eastern Dragon Court Wilderness.
Only Chen Xu's undead army and a vast field of corpses were left.
The Skeleton Priests were working diligently, waking the sleeping soldiers from the ground one by one to join the embrace of the Lord of the Undead.
Under Xuan Chu's command, the Necrotic Knights also hurried toward the west to rendezvous with the abominations.
Chen Xu emerged from the Undead Kingdom and arrived on the wilderness.
Turning around, he saw Patchwerk in a kobold tribe, picking through the kobold corpses.
Whichever one he found pleasing to the eye, he would stuff into the opening in his abdomen.
Chen Xu rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
It seemed he would need to add a new student to the Whispering Tree's one-on-one tutoring sessions.
"Patchwerk, stop stitching those kobold corpses together. You could kill a whole crowd of those weak creatures with a single toxic burst. If you stitch them into your body, aren't you afraid your strength will regress?"
"Uh..."
Hearing Chen Xu's scolding, Patchwerk quickly tossed the kobold corpse aside and ran after Chen Xu toward the west.
Patchwerk's toss made things difficult for the Skeleton Priests behind him.
Looking at the pile of minced meat, a Skeleton Priest had to consume three times the usual mana to summon a complete skeleton soldier from the mess.
...
In the Dragon Court, the dragon army had already gathered a fair number of dragons.
Since dragons were naturally lethargic, they were usually either out causing trouble or curled up at home sleeping.
The Dragon God did not forcefully interfere with this dragon nature.
Therefore, when it was time to assemble the dragons, they had to be woken up one by one.
Moreover, the one responsible for waking them could not be an ordinary dragon without strength or status.
A dragon's waking temper was notoriously fierce.
The dragons who had already woken and gathered at the Dragon God Plaza looked toward the two high mountains to the east.
"Are those skeletons? There are so many. Have I slept so long that my eyes are failing me?"
"Strange skeletons. They are significantly larger than the ones in the records."
"Different from the records? Then they must be rare specimens! I will collect their bones to enrich my collection!"
"Stupid white dragon. The Dragon God should never have been merciful enough to accept your kind. Your pathetic brain is even worse than those mixed-bloods."
"Hmph! You think being a black dragon makes you special?"
Griffinlie ignored his kinsmen's bickering and stared silently at the western mountains.
Unusual skeletons meant a troublesome enemy.
The Dragon Court had already endured a war against enemies from Hell, and its current strength was far from what it once was.
The Dragon God had fallen into a deep sleep, and several battle-hardened ancient dragons were buried forever in the Dragon Tomb.
Before entering hibernation, the Dragon God had used his divine power to sever the Dragon Court from the world, escaping the clutches of Hell and letting the Dragon Court drift in the Cosmic Sea.
But now, the undead had somehow located the Dragon Court and broken in.
Griffinlie did not know if he would successfully defeat these undead and win endless glory, or if he would perish at their hands and fall into eternal sleep in the Dragon Tomb like his predecessors.
Actually, dying at the hands of the undead might just mean becoming a bone dragon.
Griffinlie looked at the Undead Bone Dragons soaring in the distant sky, his eyes narrowing as his tail subconsciously stiffened.
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