In any case, since he did not want to deal with those guys head-on, this was the only option left—make use of a third party's power. Now that those idiots from Savage Wyvern had already been dealt with by the other side, he naturally had to resort to other methods.
Meanwhile, in the world of the undead, within the pyramid's great hall.
Layla sat at the center of a mass of blackness. All kinds of faces surfaced from time to time within those black flames. The armored knight, whose entire body burned with fire, cautiously approached while holding a hazy black orb of light. He tossed it into the black flames, and as the flames burned it, another wave of miserable screams continuously rang out from within.
After the armored knight made several trips back and forth, the black flames grew ever more vigorous. For a moment, it seemed as though the entire hall was filled with fire.
Layla suddenly raised her head. "Enough. No more!"
She was still in her skeletal form. She made an inhaling motion, and the flames began gathering toward her. They then formed a suit of full-body armor around her. The armor had no particularly unusual design, but it clearly looked protective.
Judging from its weight alone, the full-body armor was comparable to that worn by heavy cavalry.
Layla suddenly let out a roar. Then, the left shoulder of the armor abruptly exploded, and a hand extended from within. But it was no longer a skeletal hand! It was clearly a human hand, incomparably fair and delicate, like the hand of a peerless beauty.
Layla gently flexed her new hand, and half of her arm extended from the opening as well. Then she began slowly chanting an incantation. As the chant continued, the black flames