The Death Lords moved as one.

The front line locked their massive shields together, forming a solid wall of black metal reinforced by raw death-forged strength. There were no spells, no magic barriers—only overwhelming Aura force. Frost and abyssal energy crashed into the shields as the serpent struck, but the Death Lords held their ground, boots carving deep grooves into the ice.

Behind them, the second line shifted with perfect timing.

Heavy chains of blackened steel shot forward, wrapped in heavy black Death Aura. They wrapped around the Abyssal Serpent's massive body, biting into its scales and anchoring it to the frozen ground. The monster roared, muscles bulging as it tried to tear free, but the restraint slowed its movements just enough.

"Now," Mike said calmly.

The rear formation responded instantly.

Towering Death Lords hurled oversized spears and cleaver-like blades with terrifying force. Each weapon struck like a siege projectile, slamming into the serpent's body and cracking its abyssal scales. Shards of frozen scale scattered across the ice as the creature screamed in pain.

The serpent lashed its tail.

The impact shattered the ice as the tail smashed into the shield wall, sending shockwaves outward. Two Death Lords were hurled back several meters—but before the line could break, others stepped in immediately, bracing their shields and restoring the formation in a heartbeat.

The unit adapted.

One Death Lord broke from the flank, charging low and fast, deliberately drawing the serpent's focus. The moment the monster lunged, another Death Lord rushed in from behind, swinging a massive death-Aura infused greatblade into the serpent's side.

The blade tore through flesh and scale.

Thick black blood sprayed across the ground, freezing the instant it touched the abyssal ice.

The Abyssal Serpent screamed and thrashed, its enormous body trying to coil around its attackers—but every movement was met with brutal coordination. Shields slammed into its head, chains tightened around its body, and heavy weapons struck sides, spine, and exposed wounds with merciless precision.

They weren't fighting as individuals.

They were a perfectly synchronized execution unit.

Mike watched closely, his eyes wide in awe. "Last time I didn't saw them fight properly but they are really one fucking army of of Commanders"

"Good," he muttered. "Keep the pressure. Don't give it room to breathe."

The Death Lords closed in further, compressing the battlefield. With every impact, the serpent's movements slowed—bones cracked, muscles tore, and its strength steadily bled away under relentless physical assault.

Soon, the Abyssal Serpent collapsed, its massive body covered in deep, brutal wounds.

"Sigh… we won, but it's useless now," Mike sighed as he looked at the battered corpse. There wasn't a single part left intact.

Its enormous jaw, once filled with jagged fangs, was shattered—every tooth broken, not even one remaining whole.

"Hm… let's turn it into an undead," Mike said.

He activated his Mythical Lich skill.

A Lich emerged in a swirl of dark energy, letting out its familiar kekeke laugh.

"Kekeke… what new prey have you found for me, my lord?" it asked excitedly, like a child about to receive candy.

"Well, we're in a peak-grade Rank 4 dungeon, so everything here is prey," Mike replied calmly. "But for now, turn this into an undead."

The Lich floated closer, inspecting the serpent's ruined body carefully.

"Hmm… I can only turn this into either a Skeletal-type or a Shadow-type undead," the Lich said. "Its body is too badly damaged for a Lifeless-type."

"What's the difference?" Mike asked, curious.

The Lich explained,"Skeletal-type means stripping away all flesh and creating an undead purely from the bones. In this state, the undead gains increased physical strength, but its defense is slightly reduced."

"Shadow-type preserves the corpse in a compressed, shadow-infused form. Its speed and defense increase, but its raw attack power is lower."

"And Lifeless-type," the Lich continued, "is the perfect conversion. The undead retains its peak power, abilities, and structure—but it requires at least 80% of the body to remain intact."

Mike nodded slowly, understanding the trade-offs as he looked at the ruined serpent.

"Then Lifeless is impossible…" he muttered, eyes narrowing in thought.

"Choose wisely, my lord," the Lich said with a grin.

"What do you think?" Mike asked instead.

The Lich looked at him and chuckled. "Kekekeke… you're truly interesting. Most would let their pride get in the way and never think of asking an expert."

Mike noticed the Lich was wearing shades—somehow. He wondered where it had even pulled them from.

This Lich is truly eccentric… but at least it's powerful, Mike thought.

The Lich adjusted its specs with a bony finger and continued,"In my opinion, we should turn this into a Shadow-type. Serpents are natural assassins, and in shadow form, its assassination capabilities will be much stronger."

Mike nodded thoughtfully.

The Lich frowned, clearly confused, but it still obeyed.

"Kekeke… very well," it muttered.

It extended a bony finger and pointed it toward the serpent's corpse. Dark chants flowed from its mouth—ancient, sharp words that made the surrounding ice tremble.

Mike tried to focus, but he couldn't understand a single word.

Then the Lich stopped chanting.

A thick black liquid formed at the tip of its finger. It dripped down slowly and fell onto the serpent's shattered body.

The moment it touched the corpse, everything changed.

The black liquid spread unnaturally fast, crawling across the broken scales, flowing into cracks, soaking into flesh and bone. In seconds, the entire corpse was covered.

The ice around it darkened.

The serpent's body sank into its own shadow, as if the light itself was being swallowed. The black liquid vanished, replaced by pure darkness.

Then—

Purple eyes opened.

A cold, violent aura burst out, forcing the Death Lords nearby to step back.

The serpent's body rose silently, no longer solid like before. Its form was half-real, half-shadow, constantly shifting. The broken wounds were gone—not healed, but erased, replaced by flowing darkness.

The serpent lowered its head and bowed toward the Lich.

"He is born," the Lich said with a sharp laugh. "Now show me, my lord—how do you plan to subdue it? Kekekeke."

Mike nodded calmly and stepped closer.

As he reached out, his hand passed straight into the serpent's body. It felt like thick mist—shadowy and insubstantial, offering no resistance at all.

"It feels thick gas instead of an body" Mike muttered.

He activated Midas Touch.

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