Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

These figures wore ornately carved chest plates, and their black, red-lined cloaks billowed behind them as they moved with an indescribable elegance. There were only a dozen or so of them, but the sight made the Pseudo-Corpse Witch’s teeth click in satisfaction.

This was the Undead Calamity that Master Sandro had always been obsessed with. The Undead Calamity was an Undead Attribute blueprint skill he had discovered through archaeological digs in the ruins of the Naraku Civilization. In today’s Mythical World, no Undead Mage from Blue Star had the ability to unleash it. However, no one would deny the power of such a theoretical blueprint spell. Yet now, right here on the Soul Struggle Battlefield, Vladimir had successfully simulated its power by harnessing the energy from the souls he had killed and enslaved.

The Pseudo-Corpse Witch Vladimir was immersed in wonderful fantasies, his mind filled with anticipation for the impending power and glory. The emergence of so many Vampires means the simulation of this Undead Calamity is far more realistic than before.

However, just as he was indulging in these thoughts, a subtle detail caught his attention: the eerie green Undead Flame was still burning on the White Bone Altar.

When the Undead Calamity ends, the flames on the White Bone Altars should extinguish... right? Could it be...

His contemplation was interrupted by an unexpected sight. As four skeletal figures in black robes, each holding a Magic Staff, strode majestically out of the Undead Flame, Vladimir gritted his teeth in astonishment.

"Corpse Witches? They’re actually Corpse Witches!"

Even with his vast experience, he couldn’t help but feel a tremor of shock. In the Undead Realm or even the Naraku Civilization, Corpse Witches were exceedingly rare. Each one was a powerful Caster transformed, who had not only mastered a vast array of destructive dark magic, but also wielded power over death and souls.

Vladimir was naturally thrilled to have summoned such formidable Casters, yet this was not the end of the Undead Calamity.

A terrifying roar, even more fearsome than before, emanated from the still-condensing ball of eerie green fire, causing the entire space to tremble. The Skeletons and Zombies immediately prostrated themselves before the fireball, their bones making a grating sound as they scraped against the ground. In the air, the Ghosts huddled together, desperately stifling their cries. Their bodies trembled slightly, clearly terrified of whatever had made the roar. The Vampires placed their hands on their sword hilts and bowed gracefully toward the inferno. Even the Corpse Witches, masters of magic’s essence, were no exception. They placed a hand over their empty chests and slightly bowed their proud heads.

Vladimir’s eyes widened with wild joy as an exceptionally tall figure slowly emerged from the fireball.

The being stood a full five meters tall. Bands of deep purple light and eerie green Undead Flames wove together to form a magnificent robe around its body. A low-slung hood obscured its face, leaving only an invisible pressure to permeate the air. It gripped an extraordinarily terrifying greatscythe, the blade shimmering with a dark red light, as if congealed from countless drops of dried blood.

The moment its foot stepped clear of the fireball, the surrounding White Bone Altars emitted violent cracking sounds and collapsed. The Undead Flames upon them extinguished at once. As the last wisp of eerie green fire vanished, the Undead Calamity was finally over.

"It’s a Soul-Binding Scythe! A top-tier Undead Creature!"

A thrill of excitement shot uncontrollably up Vladimir’s spine; the Pseudo-Corpse Witch could barely contain himself.

Unimaginable! This is truly the most perfect Undead Calamity I have ever simulated! It will surely bring me the most perfect victory!

At that moment, the Skeleton Giant Dragon—an enormous creature woven from death and magic—suddenly spread its tattered wings and let out a roar that tore through the sky.

Vladimir strode boldly onto the dragon’s skull, gazing down at the Undead Army he had crafted with his own hands. This army was not composed of flesh and blood, but was an amalgam of countless shattered souls and bones.

Vladimir cried out, "Withered Staff!"

At his call, the Withered Staff appeared before him—a black Magic Staff that looked like charred, withered wood. As he pointed the staff toward the distant white castle, a dark power surged from the ground, transforming into a dense smoke that spread out in all directions.

"Conquer that castle! Eradicate all living beings within and seize victory in this Soul Struggle for me!"

Once the command was given, the Undead Army began to move, gradually unfurling like an evil rose. Eerie green ghost-fire burned on every "petal" as the army advanced on its target, accompanied by low roars and sharp howls.

However, unlike the living, these warriors marching on the brink of death did not shout for encouragement. A cold rot flowed through their bodies; they knew neither fear nor joy. They merely advanced in silence, their limbs moving mechanically, as if they had long since lost their free will and were bound solely to Vladimir’s command.

As a rising star among human Undead Mages, Fang Zhou understood this well. The undead Charge may have been soundless, but that didn’t mean it was quiet.