Chapter 599: New Undead
With so many evolution points at hand, Michael couldn’t help but wonder how many it would take to evolve his three-star extraordinary undead of Epic grade.
Of course, it was only curiosity—he had no intention of doing anything reckless. The last event alone had been enough to teach him what he needed to know: anything crossing into the realm of Epic grade was far from simple.
With that thought set aside, Michael’s body within the coffin space began testing its physical strength, attempting to control it well enough to return to the real world.
A strange unease gnawed at him. For some reason, he felt as though an unreasonable amount of time might have already passed since he had separated from everyone else.
In the Land of Origin, Michael did not immediately leave. There was still one last task he had been putting off, something that gnawed at the back of his mind since the battle’s end. The corpses of the three strongest monsters—the golden-maned lion, the serpent, and the crystalline beast—remained untouched.
Unlike the others, their bodies were intact. More importantly, Prince had not harvested their souls into puppets. They were still "whole," in a way that the other husks weren’t.
Michael extended his hand. Black-green light coiled from his palm as he invoked Undead Revival.
The air shuddered.
A while later.
The first to stir was the lion, molten cracks glowing faintly across its chest before being extinguished in the pale fire of undeath. Its once-proud mane lost its luster entirely, strands dulling to ash-gray as its eyes opened—no longer golden, but a chilling green. The serpent followed next, scales that once shimmered now carrying a dark sheen. Last came the crystal beast.
Three Rank 3 monsters—reborn.
Or so he thought.