The Vastness of Magical Destiny

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The Demon Scorpions quickly collapsed under the slaughter of Shatima and the mechanical puppets. Although they did not possess the intelligence of higher magical beasts, the innate fear of death still drove them to flee rapidly when they saw their comrades dying in large numbers. The vast and boundless depths of the Square immediately became the best hiding place, as neither Holy Light nor Light Balls could illuminate the deeper parts of the Square. The mechanical puppets received their master’s orders, and Shatima finally calmed down from her impulses, sheepishly returning to her place under Komer’s annoyed gaze.

The escape of the Demon Scorpions and Komola Pythons seemed to momentarily still the Battlefield. Aside from the piercing shrieks of the black magic bats sweeping over the Square, only two Black Warriors leading an army of Skeleton remained quietly on the fringes that the Holy Light Spell could reach, waiting for something. The Demon Ape group had also silently vanished; perhaps upon witnessing the sorry defeat of the Komola Pythons and the Demon Scorpion Group, they had beaten a retreat. Or maybe they were still lurking in the dark, watching for the next development in the battle to see if the Black Warriors and the Skeleton Warriors would provide an opportunity to loot amid the chaos.

Komer, who had gradually recovered from unleashing the Hammer of Thor, also noticed the strangeness of the situation. The skeleton warriors led by the two Black Warriors seemed to be waiting for something, their location just on the outskirts of the reach of the Holy Light Spell. It seemed they were particularly sensitive to the damage of the Holy Light and preferred to hide at the edge of the darkness, observing the changes on the Battlefield before deciding to officially join the battle.

"Mr. Rebry, what do you think they are waiting for?" Komer asked with interest, observing the distant group of Black Warriors and Skeleton Warriors waiting for something. The Dark Fire Skeletons had lost one in this war. It had been jointly attacked by several heads of Demon Scorpions and had its legs broken by the stings of two scorpions, losing its combat capability. Komer had to take it back into the Cosmic Bag. It would need to undergo reconsolidation trials before returning to the battlefield. Now, only two Dark Fire Skeletons remained standing dumbly outside the defense circle, watching ahead, as if observing why their own kind had not yet advanced into the battle.

"Not quite sure. However, they seem to be waiting for a command or an order, Lord. Remember our initial exploration? Weren’t we always wondering if there was anything special about this Underground World? Now, I can assert that there must be a creature with intelligence equal to ours hiding beneath this Bunker, either an undead or a high-intelligence Warcraft. But I tend to think it’s an intelligent undead. Warcraft, no matter how intelligent, seems unlikely to be on par with us humans. Only particular undead retain the intelligence they had in life, and these intelligent undead often become rulers of a Dark World."

Rebry’s voice became somewhat low, and even his expression seemed strangely peculiar in Komer’s eyes. His gaze held something secretive as if he were straining to recall something.

"Intelligent undead? Does such a thing exist?" Komer asked in confusion: "Humans lose some of their cognitive ability at the moment of death. Even if controlled by certain individuals, they seem only able to retain basic stress responses and habitual behaviors, such as combat instincts. If they could keep their thinking and memory, I can’t imagine how they could still be called undead. If the mind exists, what does the body matter?"