"How were the undead transformed from those demons' corpses?"
The Black Robe Skeleton answered in a low voice, "Mindless, frenzied fighting machines. Nothing remains but instinct. Just as recorded in the Book of Sea Breeze, demons' souls belong to the Abyss, and their bodies contain only fragments of souls."
"Can they be controlled?"
"Very difficult."
The Soul Fire of the Dark Knight began to flicker. The Black Robe Skeleton knew that his companion was thinking.
This operation was led by him; the Black Robe Skeleton was only there to assist.
Precisely because of that, he would not interfere with the other's decision. If it failed, the other would bear the blame, while he was merely an assistant. Even if he bore some responsibility, it would only be a small part.
"Then have the eight generals devour them all and strengthen themselves. If the bait is not strong enough, people will suspect our true purpose."
"Then we'll do it your way."
After saying that, the Black Robe Skeleton turned and left.
The Dark Knight lowered his head and looked at his pitch-black armor, at the dim Flower of Dawn on the left side of his chest.
The memories of this body told him that this was wrong, but the instincts of his soul told him that all of this benefited him.
Growing increasingly agitated, the Dark Knight opened his mouth and devoured the souls of more than a hundred Bronze-ranked skeleton warriors around him. Only then did the irritation in his heart subside.
Seeing this, the four Black Knights guarding the entrance drove another hundred-plus Bronze-ranked undead into the cave, saving them for their master's next bad mood. At the same time, they shifted their positions farther outward, lest their master devour them for no reason next time.
Three days later,