A Death Knight was a mid-tier undead creature. Of course, "mid-tier" was only relative to Old Bones and the guardians of the Great Tomb. In this world, it was unquestionably a boss-level monster.
Even Fulda, humanity's strongest Magic Caster and the Chief Court Mage of the Empire, could not control a Death Knight. Aside from attack power and speed being its weak points, it possessed two traits. First was Near-Death Protection: a fatal strike would forcibly leave it with 1 HP, meaning even Old Bones had to hit it twice. Second, any living creature killed by a Death Knight would be turned into undead!
It was an exceptionally capable tank unit, first-rate at pinning enemies down and drawing fire, and it could even create fresh cannon fodder.
Anyone who truly knew the details of a Death Knight would never dare set their sights on one as a mere Veteran Reincarnator. Even an Elite Reincarnator squad could only handle one if it was among the very best and possessed the proper counters.
Unfortunately, the two Veteran Reincarnators watching the monster from afar had not realized that.
"It only uses basic attacks. It probably has no ranged abilities or magic."
"It is powerful, and surprisingly fast, but its large body makes it poor at dodging."
As Veteran Reincarnators, they still had the instinct to gather intelligence. The soldiers of the Theocracy disguised as Imperial knights were conveniently serving as cannon fodder, distracting the Death Knight while continuously exposing its traits.
At last, the two exchanged grave looks and nodded.
This opponent was worth fighting!
Only an opponent like this could show their worth!
Then come on!
Roar!
One of them roared, and the earth and stones beneath his feet suddenly wrapped around his body. He grew larger and larger until he stood