On the other side, in Kistav, the capital of the Puppet Kingdom.
Under a sky shrouded in dark clouds year-round, a tall and magnificent city was situated here.
Gloom was the main theme of this city.
The city was surrounded by thick fog, where withered trees and desolate ruins intertwined, seemingly a true reflection of this land.
The people of the city had long since grown accustomed to this and didn't take it to heart.
To the southeast of the city, a massive complex of buildings stood there, its shape resembling a crouching giant beast, exuding a powerful and mysterious pressure.
That was Clayman's Demon Lord Castle, where most of the elite warriors were stationed.
At this moment, one of Clayman's subordinates, "Pinky" Pironne, was in a room organizing intelligence collected from various places.
"Pinky" Pironne had a thin build, deep and bright eyes, wore a pointed hat and a black uniform, had a short sword at his waist, and held a document in his hand.
In this city, Pinky was a very low-profile and mysterious existence; aside from Clayman, almost no one knew his specific name.
"Rumble~~"
A faint vibration suddenly came from the ground, causing Pironne, who was organizing data, to pause for a second. Then, he quickly walked to the window and looked down.
He saw clouds of dust rising from the distant horizon, as if something heavy was rapidly approaching.
Pironne reacted immediately, his pupils shrinking suddenly, and then he shouted to the leaders of the various units in the castle.
"Everyone, attention! Enemy attack!"
In the next moment, bursts of commotion immediately broke out within the castle.
Pironne was anxious but did not lose his composure.
He quickly took out a communication crystal to contact Clayman, but it indicated that the connection could not be established.
The location of the Walpurgis was extremely special, and ordinary communication methods could not reach it at all; a connection could only be established through the mysterious "Soul Corridor."
Not everyone could grant names as freely as Rimuru; Clayman didn't have the ability to name his subordinates.
There was no other way; since he couldn't get in touch, he could only prepare for battle.
Thus, Pironne immediately contacted another person, "Index Finger" Adalman... Outside the Treacherous Mist Forest, Demiurge and the magic unit slowly descended from the sky.
"Lord Demiurge, there is an aura of the undead ahead."
Souei gazed at this land filled with the smell of evil and decay, speaking with a frown.
Demiurge looked around, "Undead? Hehe..."
"All orc legions, drink your recovery potions."
Demiurge gave a cold snort.
"Yes."
Everyone took out the recovery potions from their pockets and drank them in one gulp.
In an instant, the green light of recovery magic bloomed, and a warm current surged through their bodies.
The fatigue brought by the long journey vanished, and everyone was restored to a spirited state.
High-grade recovery potions, which cost ten gold coins a bottle outside, were consumed by the fifty thousand bottles at once; this was the charm of pay-to-win.
Nazarick didn't have much of anything else, but it had plenty of money and was willful.
"Continue forward!"
Demiurge waved his hand coldly.
"Understood!"
The orcs roared.
In the next moment, the orcs quickened their pace and charged into the dense forest.
The twenty-thousand-strong magic army followed closely behind... The Treacherous Mist Forest, which had been silent for a hundred years, suddenly became lively today.
Shia, Shier, and Shima, three identical Leopard-eared Girls, served as the leaders of the orc army; the three of them led the army, sweeping through several regions with unstoppable force.
Behind them, the orcish warriors followed, frantically attacking all life they encountered along the way.
Although only a large number of weak undead appeared along the way, it did not hinder the Shia sisters' slaughter in the slightest.
The army soon arrived at an open plain; they did not stop and continued to march forward.
But as time passed, everyone noticed something was wrong.
Although they had been running at full speed, they had not successfully left the plain.
"It seems to be a trap."
Shuna suddenly looked up, squinting her pink eyes to observe the sky.
"Something is blocking our detection; it seems the opponent deliberately lured us here."
Just as Shuna finished speaking, countless undead monsters suddenly appeared all around.
The appearances of these monsters were varied and strange, but the only thing they had in common was that they all possessed a hideous and ugly skull head.
The tide of the undead has arrived!
The expressions of the three Shia sisters changed slightly.
The three of them glanced at each other, then nodded and immediately changed their formation, surrounding the mages in the center to form a protective shield.
"Hehe, it seems the enemy won't be that easy to deal with."
Demiurge adjusted his round-framed glasses, an excited expression appearing at the corners of his mouth.
It wouldn't be fun if it were too simple.
The undead army slowly surrounded everyone, but did not launch an attack.
Suddenly, a massive wave of magic power spread out, causing all the undead to tremble.
"Awoo..."
A panicked howl resounded throughout the Treacherous Mist Forest.
A skeleton wearing holy white priest robes, a silver crown, a white mage's cloak, and with eerie blue soul fire flickering in its eyes, slowly stepped out from the army.
"This must be 'Index Finger' Adalman, one of the Five Fingers under Clayman's command."
Demiurge looked at the skeleton before him with great interest.
"Indeed, I am Adalman."
"The Lord of the Undead who commands the many ranks of the unliving."
"The one who guards this place by the order of the great Demon Lord Clayman."
Adalman's indifferent voice floated in the air, sounding like cold machinery, making one's skin crawl.
"Those who trespass here, are you prepared for death!"
His voice grew even colder, and a terrifying pressure swept out.
Demiurge's smile widened.
"Then, let us show you the terrifying strength of Nazarick!"
At Demiurge's command, the twenty thousand mages immediately began chanting their most powerful magic.
The radiance of magic enveloped the earth.
In an instant, the world shrouded in dark clouds was illuminated by brilliant magical light, and a torrent of magic raged in the sky, as if to tear the heavens asunder.
Under these dazzling spells, Adalman's figure appeared exceptionally small, but he stood rooted to the spot, his expression not changing in the slightest.
The terrifying magic swept toward the surrounding undead army, crushing everything like a tsunami with unstoppable force.
Beneath this cataclysmic scene, countless bones and rotting flesh were completely devoured.
This scene of destruction lasted for several minutes before gradually calming down.
As the residual power of the magic slowly faded, the original white ocean on the plain was swept clean.
Little Shuna, hehe.
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