In an instant—
A powerful wave of dark magic burst forth from Khajiit, spreading outward like a tide of pure negative energy.
Sakeer's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening as he instinctively raised his guard.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two Angel Guardians flanking him unfurled their wings, positioning themselves in front of their summoner. Their divine radiance clashed against the encroaching negative energy, shielding Sakeer from its effects.
Boom!
A strange rumbling rose from beneath the ground.
Then—
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Rotting hands burst forth from the earth, clawing their way to the surface.
From every direction, undead figures emerged—some rising from freshly disturbed soil, others crawling out from cracked tombstones, their bodies grotesquely stitching themselves back together as they dragged themselves upright.
Crack!
Right beneath Sakeer's feet, an undead's decayed arm suddenly shot up—
Only to be impaled in an instant.
An Angel Guardian's spear drove through the creature's limb, piercing straight into the ground, snuffing out its unholy existence before it could fully rise.
[Experience Gained: 1]
🔹 Experience Slot: 171/10000
Sakeer's eyes flickered.
Huh?
The experience gauge had increased.
Did that mean… when a summoned creature killed an enemy, he also gained experience?
He had never tested this theory before.
This changed things—
With an army of summons, he could potentially farm experience endlessly.
But—
Only one point per kill?
The undead here were clearly low-tier creatures. Was the experience gain naturally lower, or was there a penalty for using summoned creatures to do the killing?
A question to ponder later.
For now, battle demanded his full attention.
"Roar!"
"Hsssshh!"
"Grrraaah!"
The cemetery was now a writhing mass of undead.
Sakeer's gaze swept across the field—
At least a hundred had already risen.
Khajiit's lips curled into a cold smirk.
"Did you really think sending your allies to lure away a few undead would make a difference?"
His voice dripped with mockery.
"This is a cemetery."
"And if there's one thing we have in excess—"
Khajiit's skeletal fingers clenched the black staff in his grasp.
"—it's corpses!"
With a commanding gesture—
"Kill him!"
The undead horde surged forward, their hollow eyes locked onto Sakeer.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Angel Guardians flanking him raised their spears, gripping them in both hands. Their bright golden wings flared, and with precision honed by divine might, they swept their weapons in wide arcs.
Each swing cleaved through multiple undead, their decayed bodies disintegrating into dust under the divine energy imbued in the spears.
[Experience Gained: 1]
[Experience Gained: 1]
[...]
Sakeer remained unmoved, his expression calm as his eyes remained locked onto Khajiit—who stood atop the temple steps, observing the battle with calculated intent.
"A hundred of the lowest-tier undead?"
His voice was indifferent.
"No matter how many there are, they're meaningless."
He knew—
Khajiit wasn't fighting seriously yet.
This was just a test—a distraction.
The necromancer was preparing something far more dangerous in the shadows.
Khajiit's lips curled into a sneer.
"Yes."
"But let's see how long that arrogance lasts."
Whoosh!
Without warning—
A smooth, blood-red intestineshot out from the undead swarm like a striking viper.
Its target—
The Angel Guardian whose armor had already been corroded.
Bang!
The intestines coiled tightly around the divine warrior.
Then—
Yank!
With brutal force, the Angel Guardian was slammed to the ground, sending a muffled shockwave through the battlefield.
Sakeer's eyes flickered—
This was no ordinary undead attack.
The Next Moment—
A wave of low-level zombies surged forward, overwhelming the Angel Guardians in an instant.
Though these ordinary undead lacked the strength to pierce the angels' defenses, the negative energy radiating from their decayed bodies was highly corrosive, rapidly eroding the divine constructs.
Bang!
One Angel Guardian lasted only moments before its form dissipated, shattering into countless glimmering points of light.
Sakeer's gaze sharpened as he finally caught sight of the culprit.
It was a grotesque, egg-shaped humanoid corpse—
A massive vertical slit ran down its bloated torso, exposing a writhing mass of internal organs, eerily similar to those of a living human.
That was where the intestine attack had come from.
A low-tier undead—
Egg of Internal Organs.
Sakeer frowned in disgust.
Meanwhile—
From the horde of undead, six figures suddenly erupted from the ground—
Their flesh was rotting, their bodies dark yellow, yet their movements were unnaturally fast.
They leaped toward the remaining Angel Guardian, clawing at its divine form with feral intensity.
Low-tier undead—Scavengers.
The Angel Guardian, despite its resistance, was dragged down just like the first.
And then—
Dissipated.
In mere moments, both Angel Guardians were destroyed.
Khajiit had neutralized them effortlessly, using nothing but negative energy erosion and undead creatures with natural resistances against divine beings.
A strategy that clearly showed—
He understood angelic summons all too well.
Khajiit stood atop the temple steps, his blood-red robes billowing slightly in the night breeze.
He looked down at Sakeer with unconcealed disdain.
"If this is all you're capable of, then you may as well kneel and beg for mercy now, you fool."
He spoke proudly, his tone filled with contempt.
After all—
He knew the faith based magic well.
Because once upon a time—
He had been a Magic Caster of faith himself.
But—
The resurrection magic of the faith-based system was useless for reviving an ordinary person like his mother.
To research higher-tier resurrection spells, he needed time—
Time that a human simply did not have.
So—
He had abandoned his humanity.
Given up his faith-based magic.
Now, he pursued immortality through the vast power of negative energy, and anyone who dared to stand in his way—
Had only one fate.
"Die."
Khajiit's voice was calm, absolute.
Crash!
At his command, the undead horde lunged toward Sakeer.
Whoosh!
A barrage of intestine tendrils shot forth, while the six scavengers charged forward in unison.
"This pointless test—"
"Ends now."
Beneath his black robe, Sakeer's hidden hands tightened.
A magic scroll appeared.
Then—
Rip!
As he tore it apart, two dazzling rays of white light condensed in the air before him.
In the next instant—
A flash of fire ignited the battlefield!
Fwoosh!
A blazing sword cleaved through the air, instantly severing the intestine tendrils from the Egg of Internal Organs.
The writhing flesh turned to ash, consumed by holy fire.
At the same time—
The six scavengers lunging from behind were intercepted—
Whoosh!
Two figures descended.
Angels wreathed in flames.
The Archangel Flames.
Each wielded a blazing sword, its blade infused with pure divine power.
With a single sweep—
The scavengers were incinerated, their dark yellow bodies vanishing into embers.
Swish—
A warm breeze stirred through the battlefield.
Suspended on either side of Sakeer, the two Archangel Flames stood as burning beacons against the darkness.
Their divine swords blazed with holy fire.
The light they cast illuminated the entire area, banishing the gloom that had previously engulfed it.
The surrounding low-level undead hesitated—
Fearful.
The sheer intensity of divine energy and the scorching heat of the flames made them reluctant to approach.
Sakeer, his form concealed beneath his dark cloak, remained motionless.
His face obscured, his presence enigmatic—
Yet in this moment, standing beneath the glow of the two divine warriors, he exuded an aura of overwhelming divinity and mystery.
It was a stark contrast—
To the eerie Khajiit, who stood wreathed in undead, his blood-red robes soaked in the malice of negative energy.
Two figures.
Two extremes.
The clash between light and darkness—
Had only just begun.
(End of Chapter)