Chapter 388: Infinite Death
"Hmph! What gives you this much courage?" Mirabella scoffed, casually crossing her arms on her chest as she floated in the sky, utterly unmoved by the Princess’s grand declaration of war.
"Do you think you can simply achieve this goal? The other empires also have powerhouses. If the two joined forces, the sword empire will surely be at a disadvantage." She added. Even with the element of surprise, the combined might of the Eagle and Dragon empires was a geographical and martial nightmare to conquer.
"Not when we have these?!" Carolina smirked, gesturing grandly to the horde of unkillable red-skinned zombies swarming the cratered ruins below.
"40% of our soldiers are made up of these!! Do you think you can still win?!" She asked with a sickening smirk, confident that her immortal soldiers would simply outlast any mortal army of the current age.
Mirabella lightly shook her head, looking down at a deluded pawn. "Arrogance only lead to death. I won’t attack you, but my Vice guild leader will take care of you." She said, explicitly restructuring the hierarchy of the Ghost Guild right on the battlefield, and added:
"Carl, complete form... Use the golden Angel dagger."
"Huh? Big Sister, I can only use that form for ten minutes." Carl pointed out, a little stunned by his sudden, mid-battle promotion to the Ghost Guild’s Vice Leader.
"No worries, just go ahead... Ten minutes are more than enough. But wiped all these red-skinned monsters in five minutes." She added.
Carl moved his gaze around the one thousand snarling zombies below, then chuckled. Reaching into his spatial inventory, he brought out five extremely rare, legendary-grade skill scrolls, a display of wealth and power that completely stunned Carolina and the exhausted Guardians.
"Well, my Big sister said it, I have to obey." He clenched his fist, violently shattering the five ancient skill scrolls. The shattered parchment instantly dissolved into streams of pure energy as they flew towards him, aggressively merging with his core.