The strength of someone at the level 5 silver rank and the level 6 silver rank was completely different.

A single small level difference, yet the strength gap was like a ravine.

Whether it was strength, speed, mana, or defensive properties, they had all increased greatly. The moment Maxwell levelled up, he clenched his fists and became excited as he revelled in the power of the level 5 silver rank.

"Let's see how you show off in front of me now!"

During these past eight days, Maxwell would often think of the Walking Dead Lord. The gold shimmering glow of a boss was similar to a scratching post to a cat.

Kill it; I definitely have to kill it!

Maxwell had been desperately killing monsters these eight days to level up to level 5 silver rank.

His power increased, and his mana filled up. Right now, he should have enough strength to give the Walking Dead King a good fight.

That night, Maxwell set up a campfire and started roasting spawned beast meat.

The oil of the roasted meat dripped out and caused a sizzling sound in the fire, sounding like the beautiful tempo of a couple's waltz.

Constantine's hands were rubbing his stomach, which couldn't get any bigger, while revealing a content smile.

Who knows how much blood mana he had devoured in these past eight days?

The power and mana concentrated in the blood mana had allowed him to level up twice already. He was now at level 2 bronze rank, and his strength was almost double what it was a few days ago.

This cultivation speed is the definition of perverted.

Of course, Constantine was still lacking when compared to Maxwell.

So when we mention something being perverted, Maxwell would unanimously become the perverted king of levelling.

"Get a good night's rest because we're going to look for that guy tomorrow and pay him back for chasing after our lives." Said Maxwell as he handed some grilled meat to Constantine.

Constantine shook his head to show he couldn't eat anymore. "It's unfortunate that my blade has been destroyed, or else I would like to try again to see how strong its head is."

Recalling this made Constantine pissed.

That huge machete was something he really liked, so he never imagined it would actually break from the rebounding shock.

Maxwell smiled, "You'll get plenty of other blades in the future. Go get some rest and replenish your spirit; tomorrow will be destined to become a bitter fight."

"Humph!" Constantine nodded and immediately closed his eyes to replenish his energy.

Not much time had passed before Constantine's heaven-sundering snore was heard.

It was too tiring since they hadn't rested for the past eight days.

Maxwell smiled in understanding while he finished eating the grilled meat. He then took out the zero storage space that Constantine used to store the spawned beast bones and went to a more open area.

Maxwell took a deep breath before a blueprint of a creation puppet soldier appeared in his mind. He was then lost in thought before starting...

His right hand made a move, and a piece of spawned beast bone flew out.

Maxwell's actions were quick and resolute; each move he made would cause the spawned beast bone to land at specific locations.

Half an hour later, over a thousand pieces of spawned beast bones had been placed on the open ground, creating a certain design.

The image was ferocious looking, its four claws exceptionally sharp, and the two black, hole-like eyes emitted a terrifying aura.

Suddenly, Maxwell's mind roared out: "Level 2 Overdrive!"

A loud humming noise was heard while a huge wave of power surged out of Maxwell's body. His eyebrows formed a slight frown before his right hand slapped down.

"Bam!"

An ear-piercing sound was heard, and below Maxwell's right palm was a mass of mana that was roiling about.

Under the power of level 2 overdrive, the mana shot out of Maxwell's palm like crazy under his strict control.

When creating a creation puppet soldier, it was important to maintain a strong amount of mana.

Each piece of spawned beast bone required mana to act as an adhesive to connect. The more mana used, the better the connection and the stronger the creation puppet soldier.

It was due to this that Maxwell released his level 2 Overdrive.

In addition to releasing a robust amount of mana, Maxwell also added his own spirit into the mix. This was actually him utilising a bold experiment of his.

He was hoping that the creation puppet soldier would possess some basic intelligence.

This idea was rather daring because if it did succeed, the creation puppet soldier would no longer be a simple puppet anymore. The ability to think independently on its own means its fighting capability will increase by several levels.

This was merely Maxwell's theory, so whether it will succeed or not will be the question.

A full three minutes, Maxwell's palm had been condensing mana for a full three minutes. He almost couldn't control the powerful energy anymore, and his hand felt like it was going to be blown away any second.

His hand was shaking, and his entire arm felt numb.

Maxwell's eyes glared with strain as he roared out softly. His right palm slammed down heavily onto the ground before activating the Creator Technique!

"Bam!"

After the loud sound, the robust mana immediately shot off towards the prearranged beast bones.

Like mercury flowing rapidly through a mould, everywhere the mana went would cause the sound of bones rubbing against each other. The white light from the energy started shining brightly like crazy.

Maxwell then moved back and unconsciously clenched his fists a few times to show how anxious he was feeling.

The silver rank spawned beasts' bones were extremely hard. If he were able to successfully create a soldier out of them, their defence would definitely be at least one grade higher than his former Gundam series.

Since their defence is stronger, their attack power shouldn't be that bad either.

Time slowly went by, and the connecting bones also slowly progressed to the last stage.

"Success... It definitely has to be a success..."

Creating Gundams as his soldiers was a very ambitious idea, yet Maxwell managed to accomplish that dream. This time, his idea was even more ambitious than before.

Just thinking about it would make one's blood boil!

The mana and finished fusing, so Maxwell's mind shouted: "Arise!"

"Creak!"

A series of noises similar to a human bone cracking was heard.

The legs began to move, and the connecting bones of the soldier seemed to start coming alive. The soldier then started releasing an indescribable aura of death.

This aura seemed to originate from hell.

This was similar to a dead spawned beast's rage of unwillingness that was capable of stealing one's soul away.

In an instant, the soldier made of bones stood up.

It was four meters tall, six meters long, had four claws, a pair of wings, a horn, and long dragon whiskers.

Its image was exactly like the dragons one would watch in the movies!

That's right!

This was a dragon!

It was a Shadow Dragon that crawled out from the depths of hell! Its body was domineeringly strong, and it possessed an aura of death!

This was a dragon from Western culture. Maxwell had no other options...

Due to the lack of materials, he could only create such a dragon for now.

But, as long as he had enough materials, he would one day create an Eastern dragon. He would then sit on top of it and enjoy that awesome feeling, maybe chase some skirts, all while looking flashy as hell!

Although it wasn't as majestic looking as an Eastern dragon, this Western war dragon created from bones was not ordinary either.

Its eyes, which were similar to two black holes, looked like they were swirling with energy. Its entire body emanated an aura of death that could even cause lower-ranked spawned beasts to lose all resistance.

Oppression!

This type of aura should be considered another type of oppression.

Maxwell grinned while staring at the huge bone dragon. He didn't expect his creation to succeed, and the only thing that disappointed him was that his spirit didn't integrate with it.

The expression of this dragon was exactly like his Gundam Series. It was completely dull, just like a puppet.

Failure teaches people the true path to success!

Maxwell wasn't discouraged as he gently stroked the Shadow dragon. He then smiled and said, "From now on, your name will be Shadow!"

Suddenly, Shadow's head slightly nodded, but Maxwell didn't notice it.

"Good enough! Now let's earn back all the mana that I've used up to create you." Maxwell had a thought, and Shadow looked into a location before speeding off like a grim reaper.

Not long after...

The system inside Maxwell's mind started to crackle like crazy; his XP and mana points were increasing like mad!

The awesomeness of Shadow was a complete mess!

They now had a slightly higher chance of killing the Walking Dead Lord!

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