Chapter 58: The Summons of Solnison!

In the sky, a mottled parrot flapped its wings, hovering and screeching above everyone's heads.

A figure appeared on the flank of the battlefield.

That figure was draped in a distinctive Vulture Robe.

Compared to ordinary Vulture Robes, the patterns on this particular robe were far more intricate.

Golden and silver textures intersected across the fabric, outlining the shape of a giant vulture's head.

Silvery flowing tassels hung from both shoulders, and grayish-white crystals were embedded along the hem of the robe, making it look incomparably magnificent.

In the figure's hand, a massive white bone scepter was held high, atop its pale, twisted shaft sat a bizarrely shaped skull.

The upper half of that skull resembled a human cranium, but the lower half was more akin to avian bone, featuring a huge, sharp beak.

At the center of the skull's brow, a glowing white gemstone flickered under the moonlight.

It's finally here.

Rosu thought to himself.

No, or rather, the power of the dead is finally enough.

"In the name of death!"

Old White, beneath the Vulture Robe, looked toward the battlefield before him, took a deep breath, and raised his scepter high.

Instantly, a grayish-white magic array covering half the battlefield unfolded on the ground!

Almost simultaneously, shouts from Vulture members echoed from all directions of the battlefield:

"In the name of death!!!"

Necromancers wearing Vulture Robes appeared around the perimeter of the battlefield.

They held their scepters high, and smaller magic arrays, perfectly matching the pattern of the huge grayish-white array on the ground, bloomed at the tips of their staves.

Seemingly endless grayish-white wraiths surged forth from the small arrays they cast, flying toward the battlefield.

However, unlike the first siege, these grayish-white wraiths did not rush toward the slime corpses lying on the ground.

Instead, they poured directly into the gigantic grayish-white magic array on the ground.

Rumble!!!

Terrifying energy fluctuations rippled outward from the giant array.

The smile vanished from the face of the Tier 4 slime in front of Rosu. It gazed at the giant array on the ground, sensing a hint of threat emanating from it.

"Bo-bo!!!"

It let out a roar, its voice exceptionally shrill.

Atop the head of the Tier 3 slime, the other Tier 4 slime—the one that had not cast the [Domain of Kin]—received the response.

It instantly charged toward Old White, who was holding the scepter aloft.

Rosu immediately intended to step forward to stop it, but the crimson flashed in the eyes of the Tier 4 slime opposite him, and it slammed heavily toward Rosu with astonishing speed.

With no other choice, Rosu had to halt his steps, turn around, and throw a punch at the Tier 4 slime.

Boom!

Rosu's fist collided with the Tier 4 slime once again.

A jolt of pain shot up his arm, but Rosu paid it no mind. He glanced at Old White's location, preparing himself to cast a healing spell.

However, the scene he anticipated did not occur. A grayish-white barrier materialized around Old White, and the Tier 4 slime crashed directly into it.

Cracks appeared on the barrier, but after all, it did not shatter.

Instead, one of the grayish-white crystals embedded along the hem of Old White's Vulture Robe cracked and shattered, as if it had taken the brunt of the attack in his stead.

The Tier 4 slime flashed backward, black energy gathering in its mouth.

The next second, a destructive black beam shot straight toward Old White.

Crack, crack, crack!!!

Three more grayish-white crystals along the hem of Old White's robe shattered in succession.

Yet, he paid it no mind whatsoever, concentrating fully on maintaining the massive grayish-white array beneath his feet.

Waves upon waves of powerful soul energy were channeled by him into it.

This was the ultimate trump card he had prepared for these beasts for many years!

Ever since the domain expansion event twenty-fives years ago, he knew that one day, the domain would come again.

He had waited twenty-five years, preparing bit by bit from scratch, all for this very day.

He had long since prepared himself for death, just to bite hard into these damn beasts and make up for the regrets of the past.

Especially after failing to advance to Tier 4 yesterday, he had lost all hope for victory in this war, wanting only to make these beasts pay a heavy price.

Yet, a few hours ago, he had received a note.

The note bore handwriting he was very familiar with—handwriting he had seen when signing a simple slave contract.

At first, he had half-believed and half-doubted the note.

According to his original plan, the Knights would have directly retreated, leaving only the Vultures to use their trump card in a desperate last stand.

But... just as the note said, the Knights did not retreat!

Moreover, that young man had truly slain the Tier 3 slime like a god of war.

The deaths of so many Tier 2 slimes coupled with the Tier 3 slime caused the soul energy on the field to become so abundant that he could unleash two hundred percent of the power of the ultimate trump card he had prepared!

This unbelievable turn of events made Old White believe what was written on the note.

Finally, after the sixth crystal on Old White's robe hem shattered, a terrifyingly immense power burst forth from the magic array on the ground.

Accompanied by a roar from the abyss and an aura that seemed capable of suppressing all things, a gigantic soul-form skeletal claw reached out from the array.

It slammed heavily onto the ground.

Bang!!!

The earth trembled, and rows of low-tier slimes were instantly smashed into paste.

Not yet finished, another massive soul-form skeletal claw reached out from the array, repeating the action.

The wails of the low-tier slimes echoed across the entire Slime Plain.

The two skeletal claws pressed hard against the ground, pushing off with such force as if trying to drag a body hidden within the array out into the open.

Half of a terrifying-looking torso rushed out from the array, appearing on the battlefield.

This half-torso looked utterly dilapidated; even in soul form, one could see rotting flesh and hollow cavities on the body, with insect bodies faintly visible crawling within the holes.

As for its head, it was identical to the skull atop Old White's scepter!

A human head with a sharp beak.

This was the trump card Old White had prepared for all these years:

[Summoning of Sorensen]

Sorensen, the legendary and renowned commander of the Undead Knights in the Gran Continent, who once led his subordinate Undead Knights to conquer in all directions, trampling nations underfoot, only to finally die at the hands of a demigod.

The scepter in Old White's hand swung, pointing directly at the group of Tier 3 slimes ahead!

"Kill."

Only a single word left Old White's lips.

Yet this word seemed pregnant with boundless fury!

Sensing Old White's will, Sorensen immediately extended its giant skeletal claw and lunged toward the group of Tier 3 slimes!!

Before Old White, that Tier 4 slime gazed solemnly at the half-giant torso without trying to stop it, instead continuing its ferocious charge toward Old White.

It had long since discerned that the person within the gray barrier before it was the primary caster of this skill.

As long as he was dealt with, this skill would naturally collapse on its own.

Under the guidance of Old White's will, the giant skeletal claw lunged viciously at the pack of Tier 3 slimes!

Despite the slime-ball projectiles bombarding it from the mouths of the Tier 3 slimes, the skeletal claw was not shaken in the slightest.

Swish!!!

The sharp skeletal claws, like stacked blades cutting through a wall-like towering body, instantly slashed open the bodies of over a dozen Tier 3 slimes, plunging more than ten Tier 3 slimes into a state of near-death.

This was also what Rosu had written on the note: do not completely kill the Tier 3 slimes.

Given that everything preceding the note had been verified, Old White naturally chose to continue trusting Rosu.

Boom, boom, boom!!!

Three more grayish-white crystals on the hem of Old White's robe cracked. Out of sixteen crystals total, only the last seven remained.

Old White sighed.

This [Guardian of the Last Dead] was ultimately a Tier 4 piece of equipment, and he could not bring out its maximum efficacy.

He controlled Sorensen to shift its attack target to the Tier 4 slime before him, preventing [Guardian of the Last Dead] from shattering completely.

At the same time, he looked at Rosu, who was engaged in frantic, reciprocal bombardment with the Tier 4 slime nearby, and gave a hand signal indicating he was ready.

Upon receiving Rosu's answering gesture, Old White's mind settled, and he began absorbing the remaining soul energy lingering on the battlefield like a swirling storm.

He was going to make another breakthrough to Tier 4! With the current soul energy, it was more than enough!