Chapter 62: Harmael Rising
The Legion of Corpses was a force capable of thriving anywhere.
They had no armor or weapons. They carried no swords and wore no clothing. Yet, they were tough enough to march forward blindly, unfazed by pain even when their arms were severed. They advanced fearlessly, even when surrounded by fallen comrades.
Albatross might have believed his army had immense strategic value, but if it were that simple, the Flesh Underground Castle would have already formed a nation and unified the continent.
The dead cannot grow. Only the living have that privilege.
If the Empire suddenly went mad, it could conscript people from every corner of its lands and raise an army that was a million strong, but such a force would consume grain and money at an unsustainable rate while offering little practical utility.
With a fraction of that cost, they could just bribe a master-level powerhouse—a transcendent being to join them. Such methods were far more flexible, effective, and economical. While in practicality, the Empire could not completely disband its army, there was no need to invest that heavily in maintaining a million-strong military force.
“Who dares to set foot on the land where the goddess resides? Even a single wildflower blooming in the wasteland is a tribute to her, but there is not a single patch of ground for you vile beings to stand upon!”
Aridel erupted in anger upon seeing the army of corpses. Her divine power, unlike Kyle’s, did not instantly annihilate the army before her.
Instead, a sacred space enveloped the entire battlefield that swallowed all evil like water drowning mosquitoes. The Legion of Corpses did not get annihilated immediately, but it began to slowly weaken.
From afar, Albatross stomped his feet in frustration.
“Always a priest, even this time! Do the gods have nothing better to do than interfere with everything we attempt to do?”