Kartheon’s mummies were very strong; they were considered to be undead, but they had unconditional loyalty toward the ancient king. They marched while staying in formation, and they carried out any orders from the ancient king—no matter what they were.

“Kill the enemies,” Kartheon commanded. The mummies immediately charged as soon as his order was given.

The ancient king’s mummies came in all shapes and sizes. Some were the size of adult humans, and others were the size of ogres. Some of them used their monstrous strength to crush their enemies, and others used their bloodstained bandages to infect their enemies.

“The enemies are mummies! Be careful not to get caught by their bandages and focus on attacking!” the Grave Soldier commanded from the vanguard position as he cut down mummy after mummy.

“The enemy leader is the ancient king Kartheon! All ranged units! Focus your fire on Kartheon!” the Grave Soldier commanded.

The Skeleton Archers drew their bowstrings and fired. Kartheon waved his left hand, and a wall of mummies appeared in front of him and shielded him from the incoming arrows.

“The enemy numbers just a meager thousand! The enemy is powerless in front of us, who number seven thousand! Do not falter and attack!” Kartheon commanded.

The undead army was severely outnumbered, and the tide of battle tilted heavily in favor of the ancient king, but Kartheon could not relax one bit. He thought, ‘This is too easy. There is no way...