My military branches can Evolve Infinitely-Chapter 1221 - 627: Bathing in the Glory of Death, Roaring, Slaying, and Gloriously Advancing [First Update]

"Krak Krak Krak—"

The Loathsome General flung out his hook-chain, then, using the force of the hook-chain, he pulled himself forward, flying toward the mountainous Ice Burial Duke.

The entire process sounds complicated, but in reality, it happened in an instant.

No matter the speed of the hook-chain flying out, or the speed of the Loathsome General flying toward his target, both exceeded common logic.

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The resistance of the air and the energy tides seemed non-existent, as if the lengthy space had folded and shortened.

By the time the Loathsome General flew near the massive head of the Ice Burial Duke, behind him, the shattering ice crystal claws, chunks of irregular ice crystals began to fly outward.

The Loathsome General extended his remaining arm.

Dark fog entangled.

Like black bandages, it wound around his huge fist, extending over his wrist.

"Death... Punch!"

Boom—!!!

The power of the Death Concept spread, fanning out in all directions.

Around him, powerful creatures of the Legendary Realm, as if a giant black "death" character had been engraved on their foreheads, lost the light in their pupils at the next moment, their souls extinguished. One after another, these Legendary Monsters that soared through the skies with the Power of Heaven and Earth plummeted like dumplings.

This was merely the aftermath of the Death Punch.

The Ice Burial Duke, directly facing the punch, felt a strong premonition of death at this moment.

He was going to die.

Truly going to die!

Unable to dodge the punch, no matter what life-saving measures he had were meaningless; he was about to fall.

"Boom—!"

The massive body of the Ice Burial Duke shattered.

Like an iceberg breaking apart.

No, not like, but indeed an iceberg was being crushed, and the Ice Burial Duke reappeared a hundred miles away.

Fear still lingered in his pupils.

"I, the Grand Duke, almost got careless!"

"But this Death Concept..."

"This is not the original power of this loathsome creature."

"Who is it? That mysterious Undead?"

He felt it wasn't.

He had sparred with that mysterious Law Realm Undead hundreds of times. He admitted the Undead wasn't weak, but its Death Concept Power didn't compare to what he faced now, let alone being transferred to another.

But this Death Concept did feel familiar.

"I, the Grand Duke, understand now."

"That mysterious Undead and this loathsome one must originate from the same force, underlings of some unparalleled expert."

"The Country of Corpse... some hidden power within the Undead Clan?"

The Ice Burial Duke looked at the Loathsome General again, his expression extremely serious.

He would treat this loathsome one as an opponent of the same caliber.

Divine Speed!

Decline!

Freeze!

Many majestic Conceptual Powers were applied to technique after technique, continuously invoked by the Ice Burial Duke.

The Loathsome General wielded a hook-chain in one hand, while from his own gaping belly he drew a blood-dripping cleaver. Bathed in the glory of death, he kept slashing.

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!

From the beginning to the end, the Loathsome General only wielded the Death Concept; his techniques were not sophisticated but brutal and direct.

His Death Concept was unable to smash the Ice Burial Duke's Concepts.

Various strange and mysterious attacks fell.

Sometimes the Loathsome General's legs were frozen, then shattered the next moment;

at times, his flesh inexplicably rotted and sagged away;

or occasionally, he was sliced by a piercingly sharp blade of frost, with his insides tumbling out.

But no matter how disheveled, at the next moment, when the black fog of death descended, the Loathsome General was restored anew.

What more if he could resurrect on the spot from annihilation, let alone mere injury?

Even if ten, a hundred Loathsome Generals of such strength were to fall, Dead Bone would still be able to revive them all swiftly with Undead Resurrection and Death Aura.

This is the most fearsome aspect of the great tide of death.

Never dying!

Moreover...

The Ice Burial Duke's heart grew increasingly fearful.

This loathsome Undead was improving!

His skills were improving, his strength was improving, even his realm was advancing!

He couldn't let this continue!

"I, the Grand Duke, am not afraid; I'm just worried there might be other Undead Experts among the Undead Tide. This Country of Corpse is clearly no minor force."

He immediately sent out a signal.

Several other monster tides were attacking other Undead forces, some were just staying not far away.

Law Realm Dukes who dominated these tides looked on with a mixture of smirks and smiles as if watching a play.

However,

now that Old Ice Burial had requested aid, and they still had important matters to attend to, they truly couldn't afford to waste time here. Otherwise, if the Disaster Fear Dominator were to blame them, none of them would fare well.

Beings of the Law Realm began to emanate vast, surging, and sky-blocking might of Law.

Red flames filled the skies!

Purple lightning illuminated the heavens!

A Blood Sea surged!

The might of the Law Realm was fully unleashed, reaching hundreds, thousands of miles away, with those hundreds of thousands of miles away being able to sense those immense terrors.

Beings like the Fire Wing Duke walked on air, advancing to surround the area.

But in the next moment,

"Bang—!"

"Whoosh—!"

"Howl—!"

Another group of Undead Experts appeared.

The Shadow Dragon General emerged from the shadows;

the Corpse Witch General stood upon a dark green cloud;

the Headless Knight General rode his netherworld steed, pointing his long halberd forward;

at the same time, a mighty Undead Tide was approaching from afar.

The bad news, this Country of Corpse indeed had not just one top-tier expert;

the good news, he, the Ice Burial Duke, wouldn't be ridiculed as much now, for the other Dukes, like him, were tightly bound by these seemingly inconspicuous Undead, "of lower realms."

Everyone was embarrassing themselves together!

It wasn't his fault!