The Undead's Roar

The sword-wielding Skeleton Warrior took more than five meters in just two steps. A black afterimage streaked through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Punk. The long sword, entwined with black death energy, was raised high, ready to slash down on Punk with one more charge.

But Punk's spell was already complete. The Apprentice Level Summoning spell—Summon Beast—was precisely cast. A massive Brown Bear, already constructed in his soul, leaped out from a magic circle radiating brilliant light, directly blocking the Skeleton Warrior's charge. The Brown Bear, a full three meters tall, was covered in thick fur that looked tough enough to withstand a cannonball. It bared its gleaming fangs and sharp claws, its blocky muscles even outlined beneath its hide. Coupled with its savage and ferocious roar upon appearing, its presence was incredibly imposing.

Although the Skeleton Warrior retained some physical memory from its past life, its low Soul Level and intelligence meant its reaction speed couldn't keep up with its body's movements. Simply put, its limbs were uncoordinated. When it saw a giant monster suddenly appear before it, it clearly froze. Its unhesitating charge caused its entire skeleton to collide directly with the massive Brown Bear blocking its path. Under the impact of the great opposing force, it rapidly retreated backward, even tumbling several times.

The giant bear, imbued with a simulated soul, let out an excited roar upon seeing its "prey" fall to the ground and was about to rush forward to "finish it off." Punk quickly issued a command to stop this suicidal behavior. "Don't you see all those other skeletons over there? Rushing in to finish it off now is asking for aggro, isn't it?" Punk genuinely worried about the intelligence of this summoned creature. Without its master's command, it would only act on instinct. It might be a quality meat shield, but it was definitely not a "useful" helper.

He cast another Minor Telekinetic Projectile at the downed Skeleton Warrior. This time, the skeleton, which had just sat up and had no idea what was happening, couldn't dodge the spell again. The flying stone, with its trajectory corrected by the System, accurately drilled into the skeleton's eye sockets, which glowed with green flames. The low-level Soul Flame, unprotected by a skull, was incredibly fragile. Under Punk's attack, amplified by the triple bonus of incantation, gesture, and spell components, the ghastly green Soul Flame was immediately extinguished. The long sword in the skeleton's "claws" and the black energy surrounding its body quickly dissipated—this Undead had once again become a motionless pile of bones.

Meanwhile, the Priest on the other side used Holy Light, which countered Undead creatures, to form ornate little hammers. She struck the skeleton from all directions, like a blacksmith, quickly reducing it to bone fragments. However, the skeleton's armor also became dented and uneven from the repeated blows, causing Punk to wince inwardly. What the Holy Light had smashed wasn't just armor; it was clearly a pile of beckoning gold coins! The armor, damaged and distorted beyond recognition, could no longer be sold and would have to be broken down and recycled as raw materials. But the value of the recycled materials would be lucky to be a fifth of a complete set of armor.

"What a spendthrift!" Punk grit his teeth at the violent female Priest. Punk, who always believed "waste is a crime," was now witnessing a mad Priestess "committing crimes" with the fervor of "purifying everything." It was no wonder Punk's anger was boiling.

However, Punk soon had no time to be angry. The skeletons "purified" by the Priestess were clearly unwilling to go down as "cannon fodder."

Just as the last cracked skull of the Skeleton Warrior was about to be "purified" by the Holy Light Battle Hammer, its Soul Flame, which had been dim and flickering like a candle in the wind, suddenly erupted with an abnormal, ghastly green brilliance. A roar, inaudible to the ears but clearly perceptible to the soul, transmitted within the Skeleton Warrior's soul. The final soul fluctuation, containing despair and rage, instantly resonated with all the Undead in the forest.

Undead were such creatures; sometimes their internal conflicts were as fierce as the "turf wars" of Abyss devils, and sometimes they possessed incredible unity and cooperation. And now, with the dying roar of this Undead, all the Undead in the forest were awakened. The green light in their eye sockets ignited one by one. Hundreds of Undead erupted with waves of furious soul fluctuations, a sound that struck directly at the soul, making Punk feel a "deafening" illusion on a mental level.

A large number of Undead turned their heads, staring intently at Punk and the Priest with their eerie, empty green gazes. The entire forest fell silent for a moment.

But as the first Undead silently roared and charged towards the Priestess, all the Undead began to move their feet. They advanced towards Punk and the Priestess!

"I will temporarily withdraw now, but this is by no means the end. I, Nimia, swear under the witness of the Lord of Dawn, I will definitely return to purify these evil Undead!" Seeing a large number of Undead, led by the four Skeleton Warriors at the front, begin to subtly surround Punk and herself, the female Priest finally abandoned the idea of attacking. She decided to temporarily retreat.

However, things were not going as smoothly as the Priestess thought!

"My brave Priestess, as a follower of the Lord of Dawn, how can you flinch in the face of evil? Let me help you 'firmly' stand on the front line of resisting evil!" Just as the Priestess decided to turn and retreat, Punk's faint voice seemed to come from the cold netherworld. At the same time, a large number of vines suddenly emerged from the ground, firmly binding the Priestess's calves.

"Are you crazy? At a time like this..." The Priestess stumbled as the vines pulled her. In these few seconds of delay, a Level 3 Skeleton Warrior had already closed in on her. The Priestess had to activate a defensive Divine Spell on her mage robe to block it. She never expected Punk to make a move at such a critical moment, but when she saw Punk, whose face was half-hidden in the shadow of his hood, her expression of disbelief immediately turned into surprise, then quickly into anger.

At this moment, Punk and his summoned Brown Bear, enveloped in eerie fluctuations, were exuding an Undead aura without a single flaw. The mage aura that had been so clear moments ago had long since vanished. Because of this, no Undead bothered Punk; all of them rushed towards the Priestess, not a single one even pausing beside Punk!

"Apprentice Level Abjuration spell—Aura Disguise. It truly lives up to its reputation as the best disguise spell among Apprentice Level spells!" A sinister smile crept onto Punk's lips. The figure clad in a dim mage robe appeared more sinister and terrifying than the surrounding Undead. The large Brown Bear beside him couldn't help but shrink its head after glancing at its master, lowering its head and remaining motionless!