Akhan had gathered his followers before proceeding with the ritual. They were mostly summoners and necromancers but their numbers had reached around 2,000, a fairly decent and powerful force.

But why did they not appear to help Akhan? To be exact, where were they? It was because Death and Lu Bai blocked their path.

Barlone, the 16th in the global swordsman rankings, was also one of Akhan’s followers. Barlone thought that they had to quickly kill the two people that blocked their path and help Akhan, but the necromancers and the summoners did not move. In fact…

‘What the hell?! Those crazy f*ckers! Why do their eyes look like they’re twinkling?!’

…their eyes were shining brightly as if they were witnessing the descent of someone they respected and admired.

“Mister Death, can’t you summon one of your Death Knights just once, for us?”

“I’m your fan!”

“Mister Death, please summon your Death Knights. Please?”

“…?”

Death scratched the back of his head in embarrassment as he summoned his Death Knights, “Death Knight Summon, Baroque. Death Knight Summon, Ondoen.”

The Death Knights appeared and surrounded Death. And when they appeared, the necromancers and summoners all reacted spectacularly.

“Oh, ooooooooooooh! So, so cool…!”

“Kihyaaa! Look! Death can summon fifteen of them at once!”

“OMG? They’re not just any kind of Death Knights, right? They’re True Death...