Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

A Giant Shield Skeleton Warrior attempted to protect itself with its Giant Shield, but a silver light pierced through both shield and warrior. The runes on the shield flickered a few times before growing dim.

Whether it was a Zombie or a Skeleton, as soon as it was struck by a silver arrow, it would emit an ear-piercing wail and collapse to the ground, motionless.

"These are... Alchemy-Breaking Magic Arrows!"

Vladimir shook his skull, his teeth chattering from shock.

A second wave of arrow rain followed immediately from the city walls, then a third.

Every time the arrows rained down, huge gaps would appear in the formations of Skeletons and Zombies, as if they were instantly devoured by an invisible force.

Although a few hundred losses were insignificant compared to the entire Undead Army, this relentless onslaught placed unprecedented pressure on Vladimir.

If this continued, their sheer numbers would not be enough to make up for their disadvantage in quality.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and flicked his fingers.

The Ghosts, who had been waiting, immediately let out shrill cries, stirring up a pale torrent in the air mixed with countless motes of ghastly green fire.

These Ghosts were like phantoms in the night wind. Their forms were semi-transparent, as if they could merge into the darkness at any moment.

The remaining dozens of Vampires quickly transformed into bats, following the numerous semi-transparent figures. They swooped toward the white castle, forming a terrifying black cloud that swept toward the city walls.

Another rain of arrows flew to meet them.

This time, however, the attack was far less effective.

Only about a third of the arrows successfully struck the Ghosts, causing them to burst into clusters of ghost fire in midair.

The rest of the arrows passed harmlessly through the Ghosts’ semi-transparent bodies as if they were nothing but air.

Faced with such a dense yet ineffective barrage, Vladimir let out a cackling laugh.

"That’s it! Charge!"

He spurred his Skeleton Giant Dragon, which coiled upward, preparing to launch an even more fatal Undead Magic strike on the castle from the air.

Four Corpse Witches, enveloped in a black glow, floated up after him like shadows in the night.

The Ghosts’ flight speed was considerable.

After enduring three volleys of arrows, the Ghosts—their numbers reduced to a third—and the vast majority of the Vampires finally managed to reach the top of the walls.

As the twisted, ghastly, semi-transparent faces drew near, Fang Zhou gently waved the Legendary Magic Staff that had materialized in his hand.

"Archers, fall back! Champion Swordsmen, attack!"

Clad in iron-gray Heavy Armor and wielding Giant Shields, the Champion Swordsmen let out a unified roar. They advanced in unison, their heavy footfalls seeming to make even the solid city walls tremble.

The Ghosts shrieked and lunged, their icy touch leaving frosty marks on the swordsmen.

But the swordsmen silently endured it, responding with fierce slashes of their own.

Each swing of their Greatswords carried boundless power, cleaving Ghosts in two or smashing them into nothingness.

A few Ghosts were lucky enough to evade the counterattack thanks to their incorporeal forms.

They drifted in midair like invisible phantoms, silently weaving between the falling arrows.

Others were not so fortunate. Cleaved in two by Silver Alloy Greatswords imbued with Demon-Breaking power, they let out shrill screams and turned into wisps of smoke in the sunlight, vanishing as if they had never existed.

Though agile as bats, the Vampires’ Defense Power and Attack Power were vastly inferior to their humanoid forms.

Under the cover of the Ghosts, these undead nobles successfully reached the top of the walls. They immediately transformed back into tall men wielding Greatswords, cloaked in black and red.

Their eyes glimmered ominously, like hunters of the night ready to begin a bloody massacre.

However, they were met with another volley of arrows. A few unlucky Vampires were pierced through the moment they returned to their humanoid forms.

The breastplates engraved with Undead Magic script proved as fragile as stiff paper against the Triangular Armor-Piercing Arrowheads, offering no defense whatsoever.

The faint puffing sound of arrows penetrating breastplates was like a final mockery for these once-arrogant Vampires.

The remaining Vampires immediately dispersed, trying to find a weak point to break through.

Some engaged the Champion Swordsmen, who also wielded Greatswords, and their blades clashed loudly. Others used their agility to dodge arrows and rush the Archers’ formation, intending to wreak havoc.

The dying wails of the Vampires were a funeral dirge for the undead forces on the wall.

With withered hands, the Ghosts clawed futilely at the Champion Swordsmen’s armor and shields, doing nothing more than making the metal even colder.

The Vampires’ Greatswords were more effective.

But before they could defeat the Champion Swordsmen in front of them, they were pierced by several Armor-Piercing Arrows fired from the side. Their dark blood splattered across the pristine city walls, creating a ghastly sight.

High in the sky, Vladimir watched with his jaw agape, an expression of pure disbelief on his skeletal face.

He wondered if his eyes were deceiving him.

Why is the undefeated Undead Army suffering such heavy losses against this castle?