Catastrophic necromancer

**Chapter 1281: Skeleton Army VS Skeleton Army**

Lin Moyu was slightly stunned when he saw the beings that jumped out of the coffins. They were skeletons.

If they had been buried in the coffins for billions of years, with their flesh rotting away and turning into skeletons, he wouldn’t have been surprised.

But these skeletons were different. They all looked exactly the same, with no differences in height, body shape, or the appearance of their skulls.

Even the bone-made war knives they held were identical.

There was only one possibility for such uniformity: like his own undead army, these skeletons were also summoned by someone.

Lin Moyu had seen a skeleton army in the mysterious manor before.

However, what he saw then was an image, not as shocking as seeing it with his own eyes now.

But Lin Moyu also noticed that these skeletons were different from his own.

They were about two meters tall, not very tall.

Their bones were not pure white but white mixed with gray.

Gray patterns formed on their bones, creating special designs.

Each skeleton had these patterns, and every pattern was identical.

The patterns looked like some kind of mysterious runes.

Lin Moyu knew that these patterns were not random but likely contained some function.

The skeletons that jumped out of the coffins stood opposite his own skeletons.

On one side were the gray-white skeletons with patterns, and on the other side were his jade-white skeletons.

The contrast was stark.

He had already counted the number of coffins in this cemetery, which was exactly one hundred thousand.

This meant there were now one hundred thousand gray-white skeletons.

Although he didn’t know their strength, considering that the god kings who had fallen here might have been killed by them, their power couldn’t be underestimated.

Ghostly flames floated above the cemetery, making the entire place even more eerie and terrifying.

The gray flame on the mountain flickered again, and an invisible force swept across the cemetery.

Lin Moyu’s soul trembled, and gray mist suddenly appeared outside his soul world.

The mist enveloped his soul world, almost severing the connection between his soul and body.

Lin Moyu finally understood that if he were killed by the skeletons and his body was dismembered, his soul, without the protection of his body, would be enveloped by the gray mist and turned into one of the cemetery cleaners.

This was likely how the god kings of the past had died.

Their souls were disturbed and suppressed, unable to exert even a tenth of their power.

One could imagine how frustrating their deaths must have been.

“If you want to kill me, then try it.”

Lin Moyu steeled himself, and the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal roared, dispersing a portion of the gray mist.

The branches of the Talent Tree extended from his soul world, wildly whipping the mist, completely dispersing it.

Purple light flowed over his soul, dyeing it purple.

A soul garment appeared outside his soul, protecting it.

The connection between his soul and body was restored, unobstructed.

At this moment, the gray-white skeletons moved, raising their war knives to attack the skeleton god generals.

Lin Moyu’s mind stirred, and the skeleton god generals immediately counterattacked.

For a time, sword energy and knife light crisscrossed.

A fierce battle erupted in the cemetery.

The gray-white skeletons were very strong, reaching the third level of god king, comparable to the skeleton god generals.

Moreover, their number was as high as one hundred thousand, overwhelming Lin Moyu.

Any god king, even at the fifth level, facing the suppression of the flame and the skeletons’ siege, would have no way out.

But Lin Moyu was unfazed. Such a scene didn’t scare him at all.

A large number of skeleton god generals appeared, and Lin Moyu directly released a million skeleton god generals, using a tenfold numerical advantage to fight the gray-white skeletons.

The battle between the undead armies was unique.

Sword light and knife light collided, laws roared, and the sound of clashes was deafening. The intense and vast energy constantly shook the cemetery.

Lin Moyu stood in the center, surrounded by the skeleton god generals, unmoving.

The power of the skeleton god generals was equal to that of the gray-white skeletons, but they had a numerical advantage.

Gradually, the balance of the battle began to tilt, with the skeleton god generals gaining the upper hand.

The gray-white skeletons were gradually suppressed. Although they hadn’t been defeated yet, it was only a matter of time.

One by one, the gray-white skeletons were cut down by the skeleton god generals, falling to the ground in pieces.

This outcome was within Lin Moyu’s expectations; the numerical advantage was irreplaceable.

But Lin Moyu didn’t let his guard down.

The cemetery wasn’t just one; there were eight.

If the skeletons from the other seven cemeteries came to support, the battle would continue.

He tried to lock onto the scattered gray-white skeletons, intending to use them for corpse explosion.

But he couldn’t lock onto them; the shattered skeletons couldn’t serve as materials for corpse explosion.

However, it wasn’t a big problem. He still had plenty of god king-level materials for corpse explosion.

After just an hour, the battle was nearing its end. The gray-white skeletons were completely surrounded and quickly eliminated, their numbers dwindling rapidly.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn’t occur.

The skeletons from the other seven cemeteries didn’t come to support.

Finally, when the last gray-white skeleton was cut into pieces, Lin Moyu breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the gray flame on the mountain flickered again.

A mysterious aura swept through the cemetery like a gust of wind.

The scattered skeleton fragments all flew into the sky, with the gray patterns on the fragments glowing.

The fragments combined and fused, forming a new skeleton.

This skeleton was five thousand meters tall, looking down at Lin Moyu like a god.

Lin Moyu raised his head, slightly surprised.

This skeleton resembled the Skeleton King.

A Skeleton King formed by the skeletons themselves…

The five-thousand-meter-tall giant skeleton exuded a powerful aura, at least at the sixth level of god king.

Lin Moyu showed respect.

With a thought, the Skeleton Throne appeared in the sky.

A ten-thousand-meter-tall Skeleton King slowly rose from the throne, wearing a blood-red cloak and a skeleton crown, exuding a rolling aura.

Compared to it, the five-thousand-meter-tall skeleton was insignificant.

The Skeleton King descended like a monarch, looking down at the opponent.

Then, it swung its sword.

Skill: God-Slaying Slash!

The five-thousand-meter-tall skeleton didn’t even have time to react before it was cut into pieces by the Skeleton King.

Countless skeleton fragments fell like raindrops.

Before they hit the ground, the gray light on the mountain flickered again.

In an instant, all the fragments reassembled into gray-white skeletons holding war knives, looking exactly as they did when they first appeared.

Just as Lin Moyu thought another battle was about to begin, the gray-white skeletons turned into gray light and returned to their coffins.

The coffin lids closed tightly with a screeching sound.

The gray flame continued to flicker, and a line of fire shot down from the sky, creating a bright path.

A path paved with black gravel.

Gray flames burned on both sides of the path, seemingly guiding Lin Moyu.

At this moment, the gray mist outside Lin Moyu’s soul world completely dissipated, as if indicating that the danger had passed.

Lin Moyu first had a skeleton god general step onto the gravel path. After carefully sensing for a while and confirming it was safe, he stepped onto it himself.

The scene before him suddenly shifted, the cemetery disappearing, and the distant mountain rapidly approaching, no longer far away.

Cheers echoed in his ears.