As she raised her staff, a magic tome exuding the aura of death floated before her.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!!
As its pages flipped, vast waves of magic power swept outward!
Then, beneath everyone's utterly stunned gazes, coffins began to emerge behind her one after another!
At a rough count, there were around thirty coffins!
Each coffin was etched with obscure, profound runic patterns. Everyone knew that something had to be lying inside them!
The difference between a curse warlock and a necromancer
was that necromancers turned slain enemies into undead units, retaining at most around 70% of their strength.
But their advantage was that they could endlessly turn corpses into undead units.
Thus allowing them to hold an advantage in numbers during large-scale battles.
Curse warlocks, on the other hand, could not summon undead units without limit.
Instead, they used the power of curses to turn dying people they had defeated into living-dead puppets that obeyed only them.
They could retain 100% of the original body's strength.
In short...
Necromancers valued quantity over quality.
Curse warlocks, meanwhile, valued quality over quantity.
Right now,
this was the greatest number Agnes could control and summon at once.
Thirty puppets.
They were also the strongest puppets she currently possessed.
There was no chanting whatsoever. They had been summoned in an instant, leaving the opponent no chance to interrupt her.
And the Jobless Freelancer seemed to know that interrupting her was impossible. He simply stood where he was, even studying the magical patterns on the coffins' surfaces with a faintly curious gaze.
He seemed very interested in this method of curses.
"Next..."
"I will turn you into a living-dead puppet. And I will slowly nurture you as well. You have the makings of becoming my favorite puppet!"
Agnes's vocal cords seemed to have completely