Demonic Skeleton God
Chapter 138: The First Great Battle (1/2)

Chapter 138: The First Great Battle (1/2)

From the ground, hands began to rise, followed by the full bodies of the dead.

Itai had no structure in his army, so Flain recently came up with one. The main general would be Stewart, who would issue the most important orders. Below him would be Commander Harur, who would lead an elite group of soldiers consisting of seven Stage 2s used for rapid elimination. Then there would be Commander Zheren and four other Commanders, each a Stage 2, and each commanding a 45-member Stage 1 army. Aran and Ivy would act as an independent unit.

Undeath under one master could communicate with each other telepathically, so this kind of command structure should work.

The reason Flain appointed Stewart as the Main General instead of Haruru was that Stewart had experience leading small armies for the Empire. Even though he didn’t hold an important position, some experience was better than none.

Harur, on the other hand, was indeed more intelligent but had no command experience, since when he was alive, he was a monster that didn’t even know what the word "command" meant. It’s like putting a genius in front of a chessboard for the first time — the result is clear: the genius would lose to someone less intelligent but experienced.

Of course, the gap between the intelligence of a Stage 2 Undeath and a Stage 3 wasn’t big enough to consider Harur a genius compared to Stewart.

Itai’s undead army began to form, filling a large area.

Flain flew into the air above the camp and shouted, "THE ARMY OF THE BLACK DEVIL HAS ARRIVED AT THIS SMALL CAMP. SURRENDER OR DIE!"

After Flain’s declaration, the bandits began to panic. Those in higher positions tried to calm them down and bring some order.

Flain had made up the nickname Black Devil, inspired by his armor, and he quite liked it.

The Head Bandit was pushing his way to the front, and Flain noticed it and flew toward him.

"Are you the leader?" he asked, to which the bandit nodded.

"Hah, I was expecting someone stronger," he mocked Flain.

"Anyway, we’re bandits. We don’t kneel before some black clown," he said and returned to the back of the bandit army.

"We’re bandits. We won’t be intimidated. We’ll defeat this runaway necromancer," shouted the Head Bandit, encouraging his men.

"Head Bandit!"

"Head Bandit!"

"Head Bandit!"

The bandits began to cheer and raise their arms. On the other side, where hundreds of undead stood, Aran’s nerves flared up from hearing the Head Bandit call Flain a black clown.

"My king, I will rip off his head and bring it to you," Aran growled.

"Don’t attack him — he’s mine," said Flain and ordered Aran to return to his place in the ranks.

On one side stood a relatively small army of disorganized bandits, with the Head Bandit at the back.

On the other side stood a much larger, organized army full of undead. At the end stood Flain with a smirk.

He didn’t understand how those bandits thought they could win. They either needed to open their eyes or increase their prescription.

Both leaders on both sides drew their swords to the sky and declared, "Attack!"

The first lines of undead began advancing forward, just like the bandits. Very soon, a bloody massacre broke out.

Itai was releasing waves of necrotic mana from his body that not only revived fallen undeath but also resurrected dead bandits who, now as undeath, joined Flain’s side.

Stewart was basically managing everything on his own, and it showed. Due to the inexperience of the commanders, who were leading for the first time, and the limitations of telepathy, the command was very poor—even though the units were organized, at least the commanders managed that part.

In fact, the bandits outperformed Flain’s army in terms of command. At least Flain and Itai now knew what to work on.

Screams of pain and the clashing of swords echoed everywhere. Many of Itai’s undeath had no weapons, so they fought with their fists.

The elite unit led by Haruru charged from the rear and very effectively killed the bandit commanders. Even though Harur was a commander, he contributed more to the killing, which he excelled at thanks to his Stage rather than his leadership.

Itai collapsed to the ground from exhaustion; he had run out of mana. Although his mana reserves were enhanced by the Gauntlet of the God of Death and were enormous, Itai was still only Stage 2.

Flain stood back there, watching with excitement as the EXP poured in—this was paradise for him.

The front line of the bandits was gradually shrinking. The number of undead was also slightly decreasing, but since Itai had resurrected many bandits, there were now more undead than at the start of the battle.

The Head Bandit stood at the back and just watched his soldiers die. He could’ve gone to the battlefield himself to kill undead, but that would make him look pathetic, like someone who had to join his own army. That would lower the morale of the bandits, which was already quite low due to the obvious disadvantage, and on top of that, he wouldn’t be able to issue commands quickly enough.

So he pulled something out of his pocket—a black disk. He wanted to call the Chief for reinforcements. Until now, he hadn’t wanted to do this because if the Chief found out he was acting on his own without informing him, the Chief wouldn’t be exactly thrilled.

Flain, on the other hand, was blinded by the flow of EXP and didn’t even notice that the Head Bandit was pulling out a Night Communicator.

Fortunately, Itai did notice.

"Flain, I see the Head Bandit has something in his hand, and it looks like a Night Communicator," said Itai.

Flain snapped to attention and looked at the Head Bandit—yes, that was definitely a Night Communicator. Flain quickly reevaluated all possibilities and concluded he was calling the Chief. It could be a trap, but Flain didn’t think the Head Bandit was intelligent enough for that.

A call to family was also unlikely because the battle wasn’t over yet, and the Head Bandit believed himself to be stronger than Flain, so the idea of sharing his final words before death didn’t make sense. Moreover, Flain doubted that the Head Bandit’s family even had a Night Communicator—if he even had a family at all.

That left the worst possibility...