All of France: The ancient king's dream, inheriting the curse of the abyss.

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"Damn it! It's stuck?!"

Logo's expression changed. If they didn't seize the opportunity to rush forward in one go, this advancement would fail, all the remnants of their souls would be wasted, and the Bone Demon Wolf might even be seriously injured due to the backlash!

"Let's give it our all!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Logo's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stood up abruptly and placed his hands directly on the head of the white bone wolf.

Within the spiritual world, the vast necromantic nebula spun wildly, and forty-nine stars burst forth with dazzling light.

"Suck it!!!"

Logo poured all of his mid-level necromancy magic into the Bone Wolf's body without reservation, following the contract link.

This was an extremely dangerous tactic, releasing all of his magical energy at once. Once his magical energy was depleted, the mage's mental state could be severely damaged. But Logo couldn't care less about that at that moment; he only knew that he had to succeed!

Having received a full infusion of magical energy from its master, the White Bone Demon Wolf's previously stagnant evolution has been restarted!

"boom!!!"

A violent shockwave of death energy emanated from the white bone wolf and spread outwards, causing the walls of the enhancement room to vibrate and hum.

The bone spur that had been stuck instantly pierced through the flesh, standing up menacingly. Its limbs became even thicker and more powerful, each bone seemingly forged from steel through countless hammer blows. Most astonishingly, the will-o'-the-wisps in its eye sockets had completely transformed from their original eerie green to a deep, dark blue, exuding a chilling aura that was sure to captivate the soul.

It is nearly five meters long and more than two and a half meters tall at the shoulder. Its bones gleam with a dark golden luster, making it look like a killing machine from hell.

General-level! Success!

Logo's face was pale, and he swayed, almost falling to the ground. His magical energy had been completely drained, and he felt dizzy.

But as he looked at the majestic beast before him, a grin spread from his lips to his ears.

"roar--!!!"

The skeletal wolf lowered its massive head and nuzzled Logo affectionately. Its terrifying aura instantly vanished, and it became incredibly docile.

"Good heavens..."

Logo sensed the aura emanating from the Bone Demon Wolf, his eyes filled with delight. "This isn't just an ordinary War General level. This aura... is far stronger than that of a typical Bone General, and it even vaguely touches the threshold of a Great War General!"

A typical warrior-level undead would probably require a squad of mid-level mages to deal with. But the current Bone Demon Wolf could probably easily tear apart two or three corpse generals of the same level!

"Now that the Bone Demon Wolf has reached the level of a War General, the Netherworld Corpse Tiger can also be put on the agenda..."

With the powerful Bone Wolf acting as a tank in front, the Netherworld Corpse Tiger's advancement became exceptionally smooth. Previously, when Logo encountered a Warrior-level undead in the wild, his first reaction was usually to assess the risk, retreating at the slightest sign of trouble. But now?

"roar--!!!"

A few hundred meters ahead, a warrior-level corpse general covered in corpse hair was wandering around.

"superior!"

Logo gave the order.

The skeletal wolf charged forward like an arrow, its massive body crashing directly into the corpse general. The terrifying force instantly sent the corpse general staggering backward. Just as the corpse general roared, preparing to retaliate, a black shadow silently swooped in from the flank.

Netherworld Corpse Tiger!

Without making a sound, its claws, imbued with a dense aura of death, precisely sliced ​​open the corpse general's throat.

Two against one, it was a complete massacre.

The energy provided by a warrior-level undead far surpasses that of a servant-level undead. Logo continuously collected that pure death energy and poured it all into the Netherworld Corpse Tiger's body.

Before long, the opportunity for advancement arrived.

As the last wisp of a warrior-level remnant soul was devoured, the Netherworld Corpse Tiger erupted with a burst of intense black light. Unlike the wild, bone-crackling, and size-expanding transformation of the Bone Demon Wolf, the Netherworld Corpse Tiger's change was eerie and restrained.

The black mist completely enveloped it, like a giant black cocoon.

As the fog dissipated, Logo raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

After advancing to the Warrior level, the Netherworld Corpse Tiger's size actually decreased instead of increasing!

Its body, originally over two meters long, had shrunk to about two meters, looking even thinner than before. But Logo could clearly sense the terrifying explosive power contained within this shrunken form. Its fur had become even darker and deeper, and the muscles in its limbs were smooth and taut.

"Is something concentrated in a small package the best?"

Logo nodded in satisfaction. The Bone Demon Wolf was a heavily armored tank charging head-on, the larger the better. The Netherworld Corpse Tiger, on the other hand, was an assassin moving in the shadows, the smaller the size, the better its stealth and the faster it could go.

With two generals at his command, Logo's mindset completely changed.

"From today onwards, I'm in charge of this area."

In the days that followed, this desolate wasteland outside the ancient capital welcomed an unreasonable tyrant.

Previously, Logo would pick on the weak, but now he's sweeping through everything in his path. Any undead that appears within his sight, whether it's a horde of skeleton soldiers or a lone warrior-level corpse general, are all turned into nourishment for Logo's undead army.

As for the commander-level corpse ministers?

That's unlikely to happen in a place like that.

It's even less likely that any undead of monarch level or higher will appear!

So now, with two powerful warrior-level undead at his disposal, plus the corrupted plant element that is naturally effective against undead, Logo can basically roam freely in this area.

The Bone Demon Wolves overwhelmed them head-on, the Netherworld Corpse Tigers flanked them, and Logo controlled and extracted souls from the rear using corrupted plant-based attacks. This combination was practically unstoppable on the outskirts of the ancient capital.

Before we knew it, three months had passed in the blink of an eye.

In a valley outside the ancient capital, where the yin energy was extremely heavy.

Logo sat cross-legged on a boulder and slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his pupils, a nebula of forty-nine stars was slowly rotating, emitting a chilling fluctuation.

"Finally, we have them all."

He stood up and looked down into the valley below.

At the very front were the two powerful left and right protectors!

The White Bone Demon Wolf, approaching the level of a Great General, and the elusive Netherworld Corpse Tiger, also at the level of a Great General.

Behind them stood three tall, bronze-colored zombies. These were bronze-skinned zombie generals. Although their individual strength was not as great as the demonic wolves and zombie tigers, their bronze skin provided amazing defense, making them the best front-line meat shields.

At the very back of the procession were twenty iron-clad corpse servants, clad in tattered iron armor and wielding rusty weapons. Although these were only at the advanced stage of the servant level, they were extremely obedient and their defensive capabilities far surpassed those of ordinary rotting corpses.

"Five warriors and twenty servants."

Logo took a deep breath, feeling the heavy burden coming from his mental world.

This was the first test that Jiuyou Hou assigned to him.

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