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... in it was left without many options of attacking. They didn't even specialized in direct combat techniques as they were more of the researcher-type of Necrotic Death Lords, unlike the armor-wielding warrior-type ones who were still within Helheim, these Necrotic Death Lords were not good at fighting hand-to-hand combat and specialized in the creation of Undead to resolve their problems.

However, as they had merged with the strongest Undead the could possibly create, the Necrotic Death Lord ...

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