『Status』

[Name: Lucy]

[Race: Descendant of Quetzalcoatl]

[Level: 23/250] (200/250) XP Needed

[HP: 400/400  MP: 400/400  SP: 250/250] - Non Human

[Strength: 360] - Non Human

[Defense: 360] - Non Human

[Magic: 390] - Non Human

[Speed: 370] - Non Human

[Skills: [Necromancy] [Stolen Tundra Crown] [Aurora Borealis] [Snow Magic]

[Ice Reading] [Glacier Wall] [Ancient Sacrifice] [Tangible Bloodlust]

[Descendant of Quetzalcoatl's Fire] [Crown of Flames] [Gravity Press]

[Draconic Communion: [Draconification] [Sacred Power: Land of the Frozen Istikip]

[Sacred Power: Flame of the Sacrificed (Locked)] [Sacred Power: Necropolis (Locked)]

[Variant Skills: [Servant of Flames] [Servant of Ice] [Servant of Death]

[Passive: [Photographic Memory] [Black Drakes Blood] [All Language Perception]

[Acid Immunity] [Black Drakes Regeneration] [Fire and Lava Immunity] [Death Immunity]

[All Elemental Resistance]

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"ALRIGHT! SOLDIERS! DO NOT FEAR DEATH! DO NOT FEAR THE AFTERLIFE AS I AM HERE! IF YOU SO MUCH AS DIE, I WILL GO TO HELL ITSELF AND CRUSH YOUR SOUL! SO SOLDIERS! MY SOLDIERS! KILL EVERYTHING! ANYONE! ANYBODY THAT GET'S IN YOUR WAY! CHARGEEEEEEE!"

"ORAAAAAAA!"

The cries of my men erupted from the newly formed battlefield that had expanded to not only the backside of the monster army but the sides and front as well.

We had split my army amongst every side, pincering from each and every single corner that we could find.

If there was an advantage that was sought and we fought it, then we would take advantage of it as much as possible, whether that meant sacrificing a few more adventurers.

The demonic commander immediately noticed the shift in the air, but it was too late; as he attempted to react, but the adrenaline within his soldiers made it take time for his orders to get through.

Everybody was way too pumped… and that didn't exclude my own soldiers, as they were prepared to die for the war and die for me.

Cora and I had split the entire battlefield, allowing us to control multiple sections at once, allowing for the most optimal route towards victory.

Controlling so many soldiers and making sure they actually heard me was hoarse on my throat, but it was worth it as I saw the number of dark elves dwindle quickly.

There were definitely casualties on my side, but the fire giants weren't doing much as I continuously locked their ankles and feet to the ground with my own ice.

"You sure you can't help me?" I chuckled as the three maids standing beside my unicorn watched over the battlefield, sweat dripping from their foreheads.

"This is your task for you to complete. Maybe you should expect a reward from the system after this," The maid of death attempted to motivate me even more, but I was already fully prepared to take any challenge on.

After the periodic rest that I had after giving multiple orders had run dry, I attempted to move one more wing of my army around the front to help out the adventurers, but I suddenly caught a glimpse of an old friend… well, kinda.

It was Tiana, and she was looking much different than before as she had sprouted wings and little nubs poking from her forehead.

Not only had she grown a pair of dexterous wings made of icy feathers, but also a pair of horns that enhanced her draconic image.

She breathed icy blue fire, and her control over ice was much more powerful… but her foe was still somehow overwhelming her.

"Jake," I muttered before glancing over at the third strongest knight in my army, and after looking in the direction of where I was staring, he nodded silently before running in that direction.

Tiana's opponent had perfect control over necromancy as he used it to not only slow her down but also chip away at her massive amount of health points.

He looked as if he could summon an entire undead army, but it might interfere with the army that the general commands, forcing him to contain it to his little individual fight.

I had never seen somebody use necromancy like they were a warlock who debuffed people with their very own spells.

"The only reason he is able to have that good of a control is that he is not spreading his undead around. With the other undead, it takes a bit of his concentration, but when you focus all your concentration on the fight before you, you'll be able to do unimaginable things with your necromancy… just like the fight in front of us,"

My maid of death keenly explained everything that was happening, and once Jake had arrived, the fight slowly shifted in our favor.

"This quite tiring and stressful," I muttered to myself while occasionally eyeing the general who sat stern and prideful at the top of a single fire giant.

It was the tallest one out of the bunch, and he would even sometimes disappear above the clouds that formed above us due to how tall his ride was.

"Tsk… What is he doing? I can't figure out why he hasn't attempted to send that undead dragon towards me… does he think I'm not worth his time?" I muttered to myself, but all of a sudden, the ground under us rumbled, and the cracking of bones resounded through the air.

"Oh… shit," I muttered as even more undead crawled out of the ground… but I was confused.

How was he able to create more undead without any vessels that could actually crawl out of the ground?

With [Necromancy], I had a much easier time sensing corpses underground, but he was able to pull things that didn't exist out of it.

"He is too highly skilled. With such high proficiency, you can create undead out of thin air as long as you have the mana, but it seems the idea of resurrecting the already fallen corpses slipped through his mind. Raise them now before he remembers," My maid of death suggested, and I slapped myself for not even realizing.

Such an obvious piece of information, yet I didn't even think of using it… but, now that I was aware of it, I snapped my fingers and muttered,

"[Necromancy],"

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