The Skeleton Alliance, located in a dark chamber deep underground.
"I think I can handle this myself and don't need to use this thing anymore."
[ Nether Crossing ] glanced at the bizarre Psionic Energy device that had transformed him into a skeleton, then looked at [ Crown ] and said seriously:
"Look, I've already installed a Giant Arms, and it works perfectly fine now."
As he spoke, he swung his right hand, which he had recently replaced, up and down, as if demonstrating its dexterity.
Seeing this, the [ Crown ] standing opposite simply shook his head:
"So what's next? How do you plan to use the remaining three?"
He looked at the [ Nether Crossing ] before him, whose left and right sides were completely out of sync, and asked:
"Should we cut off your left arm and replace it with part of the Giant Arms?"
[ Crown ] looked [ Nether Crossing ] up and down and continued:
"It's not impossible, but don't forget there are still two more. Do you want me to knock out both your legs too?"
"Then you shouldn't be called [ Nether Crossing ] anymore, and [ Giant Arms ] doesn't suit you either. Let's just call you [Four Limbs], what do you say?"
[ Nether Crossing ] paused for a moment and asked:
"Can't I just keep it as it is and use only this one arm? I think it works perfectly."
[ The Crown ] shook his head and explained:
"Of course not, and who doesn't know how useful this thing is? These four arms are not just remnants of the [ Giant Arms ]'s power, but also his most powerful weapons."
"If I die one day, what I leave behind will not be bones, but Crown on my head."
Whoever inherits my Crown will gain access to my remaining power, making their abilities more diverse and powerful.
As he said this, he pointed to the top of his head and then looked at [ Nether Crossing ]:
"Therefore, these four arms are essentially only a valuable item when used together. They are the only relics of the senator [ Giant Arms ], and it is impossible to use only one of them."
"If you don't want to inherit this power, we will elect a new councilor to inherit it. You have no idea how many skeletons want to be one of us."
"They just need time to grow."
"Etc."
[ Nether Crossing ] looked at [ Crown ] and asked:
"How much of the [ Giant Arms's ] ability can be achieved by the new legislators elected in this way?"
"It's only a fraction of the power. If simply inserting it into one's body granted the full power of the [ Giant Arms ], we would have already found suitable individuals to use it."
[ Crown ] asked rhetorically:
"Otherwise, why would we agree to let you inherit this power?"
"Isn't it because you were originally a High Tier? Once you successfully merge with it, you can immediately control these four arms and enhance your combat power?"
"Otherwise, if we continue to train them slowly, who knows how many years it will take? With a major battle imminent, we can't wait that long."
[ Crown ] looked at [ Nether Crossing ] and said solemnly:
"The previous failures were due to intelligence issues; you are not responsible."
"You demonstrated sufficient loyalty in the assassination attempt, so whatever your choice today, [ Nether Crossing ] will remain a full member of the Skeleton Council."
[ Nether Crossing ] pondered for a moment and then asked:
"If someone else inherits this power, will I still need to remove this arm?"
"That's natural. The four arms are originally one; if they were incomplete, the strength would be significantly different."
[ Crown ] pressed his crystallized hand bone onto a crystal cluster, manipulating this wondrous device with his Psionic Energy:
"I know you're interested, you want this power, and we need you to join us."
"So, lie down, and I'll reshape your skeleton to support four arms."
Feeling the surging power coming from his right hand, [ Nether Crossing ]'s heart began to waver.
Having come from the Holy Crusaders, he deeply understood the importance of pure strength in battle.
Just like in the previous battle of the Great Labyrinth City, [ Giant Arms ] had almost no outrageous mechanics. It was just that its unimaginable strength was enough to hold off the other three High Tier. It even fought one after another like a tag-team battle.
If I don't accept this force, does that mean it should belong to someone else?
A slight stirring ran through [ Nether Crossing ]'s heart; he felt as if the three arms yet to be attached were tempting him...
"Okay, I agree."
[ Nether Crossing ] composed himself and spoke seriously to [ Crown ].
"Very well, then please lie down. [ Giant Arms ] was originally our chosen one to kill the vampire grand duke. You inherited his power, so you must also bear this responsibility."
"[ Whale Tail ] has already established a foothold on the Demon Realm Realm's coast. Once you've adapted to its power, the expedition to the Demon Realm will resume."
"Clear."
[ Nether Crossing ], lying on the smooth stone slab, said:
"I will be loyal to the Alliance!"
In the southern part of the continent, at the border between the Skeleton Alliance and the Starlight Empire.
A ten-person squad was packing their gear in preparation for departure. [ Howling Pothos ] tightened the straps on his body one by one, checked all the tactical equipment again, and made sure he was in top condition.
He turned to look at the nine players, led by the vice-captain [ Easily Soluble in Water ]:
Is everything ready?
The players, who had already cooperated on several missions, all looked at [ Howling Pothos ]:
"Alright."
[ Howling Pothos ] nodded and said:
"Get ready to go. This time, we're going to completely destroy that sandcastle."
"Clear!"
Everyone responded in unison, and then they heard [ Howling Pothos ]'s instructions:
Don't forget to hide your ID.
The team members nodded in agreement, while [ Easily Soluble in Water ] sighed and said:
"Don't worry, boss, we've learned our lesson enough."
The story begins a few days ago with the previous operation.
A few days ago, the [ Howling Pothos ] squad, which had chosen to join the Empire, received a new mission: to survey the specific terrain of a certain desert hilly area.
The group wore clothing in colors that blended into the environment and chose to set off at night, so they shouldn't have been easily spotted.
As a result, after reaching a low-lying area, a large number of enemies unexpectedly "grew" out of the surrounding hills.
A full seventy or eighty people turned their ten-person squad into a chicken-stuffed mess. Even though [ Howling Pothos ] was ranked very high among the players and had already reached the Middle Tier, he still couldn't defeat such a large number of enemies.
Moreover, among the seventy or eighty well-trained skeleton soldiers, he also spotted several humans with sinister smiles, who were clearly players who had chosen to join the Skeleton Alliance.
Needless to say, the ten men were finely chopped and made into meat sauce in that mountain gully.
After being resurrected, [ Howling Pothos ] gathered the team members together to reflect on their previous failures. The group rewound the map several times but still couldn't find out how they had been exposed on the way.
It wasn't until the idea of " Easily Soluble in Water " flashed through their minds and revealed the truth that they realized most of their previous battles had taken place during the day, so that incident was insignificant.
Since this mission was carried out at night, the IDs above their heads naturally became like reverse cheat codes, granting them near-perfect X-ray vision.