Hell on earth was only the beginning. Death and terror were spreading rapidly across the entire Number Twelve Void World, and no one could stop them. Zombies and Ghosts brought endless slaughter, and every killing created more Undead. When people realized the desperate situation they faced, all they could do was wail.
"Destruction! The end! ..."
The World Consciousness Aggregate let out a low, mournful howl. Its meaningless syllables carried a message of despair. At the giant's feet, the Undead Army kept growing, savagely attacking every living thing it encountered. Human or not, even a rat would be torn apart and drained of blood.
More than a hundred thousand Revolutionary Army soldiers had been stationed in Stinnard, along with forty thousand Holy Crusaders inside the Royal Palace. They had suffered heavy losses when the Royal Palace sank underground, but many more had survived. Now all of them were targets of the Undead Army. The human forces still outnumbered it, yet its ranks were swelling fast, and a terrifying hundred-meter giant stood close by. The soldiers' morale collapsed. They held out for only a moment before their lines broke. Some who had been exposed to Death Psychic Energy were already showing signs of turning into Undead.
The hundred-meter-tall World Consciousness Aggregate strode forward, constantly shedding black currents so dense they seemed solid. With a wave of its hand, a surge of darkness engulfed a crowd of fleeing people. When it passed, they stood frozen. Their bodies visibly transformed into Undead, and in the blink of an eye, they had joined the Undead Army. That single gesture turned more than a thousand people...
"What is that thing? Has the God of Death descended? Why is this happening? ..."
Hysterical questions filled countless minds. Even the Legendary Rank experts in midair looked stunned.