Two Archangel Flames?
Khajiit's calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a look of grim seriousness.
"I didn't expect him to summon two Archangel Flames…"
Initially, he had assumed the previous summons—the Angel Guardians—were the result of magical artifacts.
But now—
That theory had been completely disproven.
This man possessed true summoning power, on par with his own.
And if that hidden presence in the shadows was an ally—
Then the situation had just become far more dangerous.
"This Was Never a Coincidence."
Khajiit's cold gaze locked onto Sakeer, his fingers tightening around the Orb of Death.
"You had your eye on me from the beginning, didn't you?"
His voice was low, but laced with undercurrents of suspicion.
"To summon two Archangel Flames… As far as I know, only the Slane Theocracy has that capability. Who are you?!"
Sakeer ignored him.
Raising a single finger, he calmly gestured forward.
"Wipe them out."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Archangel Flames responded immediately—
Like wolves descending upon a flock of sheep, they tore into the low-level undead horde.
The Angel Guardians had already been strong enough to overwhelm these creatures—
But the Archangel Flames?
The low-tier undead stood no chance.
The battlefield was engulfed in divine fire, as wave after wave of immortal zombies were incinerated.
Khajiit's one visible eye twitched, a reaction born from both shock and frustration.
"Don't get arrogant, you fool!"
His voice thundered, the negative energy surrounding him pulsing violently.
"Did you really think you were the only one with such power? I told you—"
"I'll make you understand what true strength means!"
A surge of dark magic erupted from his body.
Raising his Shadow Staff, he slammed it down.
"Third-Tier Magic: Create Undead!"
BZZZZT—
A blue summoning circle flared beneath his feet—
And the next moment—
A skeletal figure emerged.
This was no ordinary skeleton.
Unlike the brittle, fragile undead seen before, this one's bones gleamed with a metallic sheen.
Its upper half was draped in a tattered blue cloak, both shoulders protected by red leather pauldrons.
In its hands—
A sword and shield—
Weapons meant for battle.
A Third-Tier Undead—Bone Warrior.
"It's Not Over Yet!"
Khajiit grinned darkly, his Shadow Staff still raised high.
"Third-Tier Magic: Create Undead!"
A thick, black magical fluid spread across the ground—
It rapidly engulfed several nearby low-level undead, their bodies melting away as they were devoured by the spell.
Then—
Whoosh!
Another Bone Warrior emerged.
Sakeer remained unfazed.
He had already expected Khajiit to specialize in necromantic magic.
Summoning a few third-tier undead?
That was normal.
If he couldn't do at least this much, there was no way he would have been recognized by Zurrernorn.
But then—
Sakeer's expression shifted slightly.
"Did you think that was all?"
Khajiit's eye gleamed with madness.
He lifted the Orb of Death, its black surface glimmering with a deep, iron-like luster.
"It's not over yet. IT'S NOT OVER YET!"
BOOM!
A wave of immense black magic erupted outward, shaking the battlefield.
Another light blue summoning circle materialized—
And another Bone Warrior stepped forth.
At the same time—
A second wave of black magic spread outward, devouring yet more low-level undead.
And from the darkness—
A fourth Bone Warrior emerged.
In the blink of an eye—
Four Third-Tier Bone Warriors stood before him, their entire bodies gleaming with metallic durability, their aura radiating danger.
Sakeer's brows twitched slightly.
"Four third-tier undead… summoned in an instant?"
This—
This wasn't something Khajiit had ever demonstrated in anime or novels.
No.
Back then, with the existence of Skeletal Dragons, summoning Bone Warriors was pointless.
And against Narberal Gamma, a battle maid of overwhelming strength—
Even if he had summoned them, they would have been useless.
Now—
Khajiit stood in the darkness, surrounded by his legion of undead warriors, his blood-red robes soaked in malice.
Sakeer, wreathed in divine fire, remained still.
"Heh… Now You See the Difference in Strength."
Khajiit let out a sinister chuckle, his voice dripping with malice.
"Just give in to despair—"
"And die!"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
At his command, the four Bone Warriors sprang into action.
Moving with unnatural speed, they rushed forward, their weapons gleaming under the dim, flickering light.
BOOM! BOOM!
The Archangel Flames met their charge head-on—
Blazing swords slashed down, clashing against the iron shields of the two leading Bone Warriors.
A spray of sparks erupted, illuminating the battlefield in a flash of light.
But then—
Before the Archangel Flames could counterattack—
The other two Bone Warriors appeared on their flanks, their iron swords slicing through the air.
SCHREEEK!
With a shrill screech of steel against divine essence, the blows landed.
Forced back, the Archangel Flames flapped their wings, soaring into the air and retreating toward Sakeer's side.
Khajiit's expression stiffened.
Despite the coordinated attack of his undead, the Archangel Flames had not been destroyed.
His one visible eye twitched, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face.
"They withstood that?"
"Are those Archangel Flames… stronger than normal?"
He muttered to himself, his fingers tightening around the Shadow Staff.
Then, the black magical light in his eye flashed.
"Tch. No matter."
"I'll just end it in one strike!"
"Lesser Strength!"
A blue glow pulsed from the Bone Warriors, their aura surging as their power increased.
"Reinforce Armor!"
Another pulse of blue magical energy coated their bodies, reinforcing their metallic frames.
"Undead Flame!"
BZZZZT—
A pale, ghastly fire flickered to life atop one of the Bone Warriors—
Then spread—
One by one, the other three were engulfed in ghostly flames.
This was no ordinary fire.
It fed on negative energy—
A spell designed to amplify their damage—
Especially against angelic summons.
A series of dark enhancements layered upon them, making their aura even more menacing.
Sakeer exhaled softly, watching the transformation unfold.
Then—
He smiled.
"Impressive."
He offered the compliment without hesitation.
Khajiit sneered.
"It's far too late for praise now!"
He snapped his fingers, signaling the Bone Warriors to attack again.
But then—
Sakeer's hoarse voice interrupted him.
"No."
He shook his head lightly, his gaze calm.
"I meant—"
"This is the strongest technique you have, isn't it?"
Beneath his black robes, Sakeer's fingers moved swiftly, weaving a silent incantation.
And then—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Blinding bursts of light tore through the sky above him.
In an instant—
SIXArchangel Flames materialized around him.
Their radiant, divine presence flooded the battlefield—
The very stench of decay and corruption in the air was dispelled.
The contrast was stark—
Darkness and death versus divine purity.
"W-What!?"
Khajiit's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
He staggered back, his face twisting in shock and horror.
"Impossible!!"
Even with a necromantic specialization, a summoner should only be able to call forth two creatures of the same tier.
If not for the Orb of Death, he himself wouldn't have been able to summon four Bone Warriors at once.
Yet now—
Sakeer had six Archangel Flames standing at his command.
It defied everything he knew!
"How did you do it?!"
His voice cracked, turning shrill and desperate.
"No—no, this isn't right!"
"Summoning that many angels at once—it's nothing like the faith-based summoning rituals I know!"
Khajiit's breathing quickened, nearly turning to a scream.