Chapter 46: I’m impressed
But even then, they didn’t seem particularly worried. They retreated a few steps back, and then, as Riven watched, two funeral undead stepped close to each other and combined into one.
Another two did the same thing, and another. All around, the funeral undead combined, reducing their numbers to sixteen in a blink.
Riven raised his brows. "Just what are you doing?" he muttered.
It became clear the next moment when Spartacus went after them. Each of their individual strengths had increased. When they ran now, they left behind shadows as their speed exploded.
Even Spartacus couldn’t keep up and was only able to cut down the one that hadn’t combined. His sword could only touch the shadows they left behind.
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Up above, the faceless man watched everything intently. The green gem on his forehead shone with abnormal light. "Old bird, do you see what I’m seeing? That undead of his—he shouldn’t be able to be like that. I’m actually feeling life force from it."
Old bird shuddered. Only powerful high-ranked necromancers could preserve undead in the way they were when alive, and even then, they could only do so with massive amounts of energy and skill.
Low-ranked necromancers would lose a lot of quality from the undead they turned, only improving as their rank increased.
To have a rank-two necromancer running around with an undead like that was... wrong and fascinating at the same time.