Golden Nightmare (1)

Fearless Horn [Lv. 4]

At once, the nearly six thousand Kobold Zombies on the battlefield went wild. They howled and charged without hesitation, their combat strength boosted by [20%]. Like mad dogs unleashed, they rushed the enemy without fear of death.

Green's Kobold Zombies were no ordinary zombies sent into battle draped in rags and clutching rotten sticks. Every one of them carried an Enchanted Weapon and wore Enchanted Armor.

The equipment came from the manufacturing Factories Green had established in Landon City. It was crude, nowhere near fine craftsmanship, but the armor and weapons had undeniably improved the Kobold Zombies' fighting power. Individually, they were at least a match for ordinary Rebel soldiers equipped with Construct Armor.

Cyrabelle, who had just cleared a space amid the enemy ranks, noticed the commotion. With a faint sound of surprise, she looked over and saw Green standing conspicuously atop a Clay Golem, with a tide of Kobold Zombies surging behind him. Her surprise soon gave way to understanding, as though it would have been stranger if Green couldn't do this.

Cyrabelle blurred and appeared beside Green with a Shadow Flash.

Green's pupils contracted. Moving in and out of the Spirit World at will, crossing short distances without regard for space—this was the ability he dreamed of. So far, he could only barely manage the first two steps, Body Spiritualization and Enter the Spirit World. Flashing about as freely as Cyrabelle still required a great deal of work.

Cyrabelle hovered beside him, surveying the army of Kobold Zombies below with a faint smile. "Not bad Undead summons, and plenty of them. As a Necromancer, you pass. But you're short on high-level Undead. You're still hiding your strength, aren't you?"

Green's expression did not change. He was hardly surprised that Cyrabelle had seen through