As he pondered this, the several massive reddish chains hanging from the golem's jaw suddenly began to move.
They all snapped taut like panicked venomous snakes, letting out a piercing metallic screech.
The hooked claws at the ends of the chains all pointed toward the depths of darkness in the far north of the ice plains.
That was the source of the Eternal Night fluctuations.
This thing seemed to possess a special sensitivity to the authority of Eternal Night. In Zong Shen's eyes, such an action was undoubtedly highly targeted.
After the chains swayed, the enormous pulsating tumor-heart embedded in the golem's left chest abruptly contracted.
It then let out a heavier thump than any before it.
At once, a visible ring-shaped ripple mixed with purplish-black energy and sulfurous smoke erupted from the golem and spread outward.
It swiftly washed beyond the Dawn light barrier.
Wherever the ripple passed, the corpses frozen within shells of ice by Eternal Night—
whether Others, icefield behemoths, or lord soldiers unfortunate enough to have died in battle—
had their icy shells instantly shattered.
Then, under the ripple's continued corruption, those dormant corpses began to twitch and writhe violently.
Their rock-hard frozen flesh was forcibly proliferated and mutated by the blasphemous energy.
Their bones, soaked in black ichor, turned jet-black and sprouted sharp bone spurs.
Some of the aberrant corpses even possessed enough brute strength to tear apart their icy confinement.
These mutated corpse-monsters struggled to rise from the ground.
In their eyes burned dark green soul-fire from the same source as the golem's furnace—fainter, yet no less savage.
The reanimated corpse-monsters let out meaningless howls.
Their movements were stiff, but their purpose was clear. Every corpse-monster slowly turned around.
Almost in unison, they dragged their ruined bodies to face the darkness of the far