"Dragonblood Griffin?"
"Y-Yes, Teacher... It was a monster close to Epic Rank, so I..."
"Humph!"
In the dimly lit room, the middle-aged man seated upon a throne forged from white bones let out a cold snort.
The next moment, he raised his hand, and the black-robed warlock before him immediately revealed a terrified expression. "Teacher, spare me, I... Urgh..."
His pleas were swiftly cut off. In the next instant, his entire body was lifted into the air by a massive hand formed from Black Mist.
Behind the bone mask, his eyes, nearly bulging from their sockets, were filled with terror.
"Pfft—"
Like something being punctured, his body exploded in the next moment, scattering into fragments across the floor.
Only his head remained, rolling across the ground several times. The bone mask shattered with it, revealing a gaunt face. His eyes remained wide open, his expression twisted in savagery.
"Useless trash!"
Upon the throne, Vejar Rich snorted coldly. With a casual wave of his hand, Black Mist enveloped the remains before him. Seconds later, a skeleton slowly rose from the ground.
He did not look at the newly born undead before him. Instead, he tapped the throne's armrest with his fingers, deep in thought.
He had actually heard before that members of the Ossivius Family were active in the Royal Capital of the Doria Kingdom, and he also knew of the Dragonblood Griffin's existence.
It simply would not have affected his actions under the original plan.
By taking advantage of this Hunting Competition, he could harvest a large number of kingdom geniuses as materials, creating many undead with considerable strength and immense potential. Then, before the outside world could fully react, he would have these newly created high-quality materials lead a vast army of undead through the Serene Forest, using its