—Hmm.0

With a cryptic and unreadable expression, Archlich Talos gazed down at the amassed forces near the airport. 0

Why do we need such a large force here?0

Archlich Talos’ primary mission was simple: activate the "Flower" in this city called Seoul. More precisely, he was to activate the magic his master had imbued in it. Afterward, he was to wreak havoc as per his master's desires.0

However, things took an unexpected turn. As soon as he was finished with the primary mission, he was ordered to occupy the airport with all available forces.0

But why? Is there something about this particular target?0

Sure, the airport was a significant facility, as it served as a hub for human transportation. Destroying it made sense, but fully garrisoning it was peculiar. 0

It almost seems as if the master fears something…0

Archlich Talos’ eyes narrowed at the thought. He immediately sliced off one of his arm.1

No! Such irreverent thoughts cannot be allowed.0

It was an act of self-punishment, albeit purely symbolic. As an undead being, pain and injury were meaningless. He simply reattached his limb with a clatter, then picked up his grimoire.0

Throughout his journey to the airport, Archlich Talos had absorbed every undead he encountered, exponentially growing his army. What had started as a trickle became an unrelenting flood, resulting in a sea of undead so dense that many were crushed under their own numbers.0

—Hmm…0

Even for an Archlich of his caliber, commanding such a vast army was a first. He felt a strange mix of exhilaration and unease. His master never issued commands without reason, which meant something significant was about to happen. 0

Suddenly, the air was filled with the rhythmic, mechanical sound of blades slicing through the wind.0

—Ah, they must’ve arrived.0

Despite being...0