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「Half an hour later.」
In a hidden clearing in the woods.
Lynch was inspecting his Undead Army.
Around him, a vast Skeleton Army stood as still as a forest of bone. Their numbers had broken the four-hundred mark, and the deathly aura they exuded coalesced into an invisible, sinister field that had frightened away every insect, bird, and beast in the area.
Looking at this formidable force, Lynch felt a mix of joy and concern.
The joy came from his army's renewed strength.
His gaze swept over the "elite units" clustered around him.
There were four goblin Warrior Skeletons in total. Their bones were thick, and they wielded the steel scimitars or bone clubs they had used in life. Their stances were steady, and they radiated an aura far superior to that of ordinary grunts.
