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Ervas glanced from above the sky as he noticed the dozens of corpses of harpy men spread across the battlefield, he, and Veronica, alongside all of their group, had just reached the harpy tribe's whereabouts, but were a tad bit late.

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The dead spirits quickly gathered around him as they cried and wailed, but after receiving Ervas' charm, they calmed down.

"The Dead Spirits seem to be fine, as long as you guys stay with me, you will be able to revive in a bit. You worked very hard… sorry for getting here late," said Ervas.

"Ah, do not worry, my lord!"

"It is already a bliss to even put a glimpse in your presence!"

"Please, tell us what to do!"

"We'll do anything!"

"Anything for the lord!"

"Just stay with me and don't disperse, that's all," said Ervas with a smile.

"Very well!"

"We'll do it! We'll do it!"

"Yes, for the lord!"

"I am filled with determination!"

As Ervas easily convinced the dead spirits of the harpy warriors that died by the hands of the Undead, he glanced at the army of about thirty Bear-kin warriors who had jumped into the battle.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! Obliterate these accursed monsters!!!"

"This is round two!"

"We won't lose now!"

"Not with the help of our lords!"

"Fight!"

Led by Ragdaz, Gaius, Azra, and the rest of the bear-kin ran through the battlefield as they used their enormous paws to destroy the skeletons and giant armored undead. Their sole bites crushed their skulls as they used their strong teeth to crunch into their bones while devouring them.

After having received new equipment made by Veronica, Ervas, and Anna, alongside having changed Jobs recently, the bear-kin was powered up enough for round two!

After what had unfolded yesterday, all of them held a strong grudge against this Undead that took the life of many of their friends (even if they were revived later), fueling their rage and monstrous strength, which was incredibly admirable already without them even having changed Jobs once.

Now that they received the support of Ervas and Veronica, their strength had skyrocketed quite quickly, making them fearsome warriors that obliterated anything on their way.

Azra who had healed his soul wounds used his Limited Death Attribute Magic Spells to put a dent into the Undead one by one, while also finding out where the graves were located.

"Father, brother, below the ground! To your right and left!" said Azra, as Gaius and Azra's eyes flashed with crimson light, both of them enhanced their hands and bodies to almost their limits, jumping into the ground as many Undead showed up right before them, trying to stop them!

"Hah! So they're there! Get out of my way! Phantom Claws Barrage! Metallic Claws Onslaught!" roared Gaius as his Phantom emerged out of his body like dozens of phantasmagoric claws that began to tear into pieces the Undead, and as if that were not enough, his metallic claws grew three times their size, slashing and destroying anything that was to be left after his initial barrage of attacks.

Soon enough, his claws seeped into the purple dirt, as enormous pieces of stone flew into the air, the graves were instantly pulverized within seconds!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Suddenly, the Undead within the radius of twenty meters around Gaius stopped spawning, creating a clear empty area within the battlefield!

"Get off my path, you damned fiends!" roared Ragdaz. He was at least two times the size of Gaius, his enormous, log-like arms bulged with their muscles, as they began to tear everything apart, the gigantic Rank 6 Skeleton Knights did not stand a chance to his claws and arms covered in armor.

Thanks to the combination of Ervas and Veronica's Strengthen Followers Skills into Ragdaz, his stats almost doubled as he fought below their command, he felt completely anew, with a surging strength that seemed to have no end!

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

Ragdaz's enormous claws and feet destroyed the ground below him like pieces of graves exploded into the sky, falling like a rain of rubble.

Both he and Gaius kept rushing through the battlefield alongside many other bear-kin warriors, tearing apart the gigantic army of undead while they kept destroying the graves underground by Azra's commands.

The spawns of the Necromancer behind the battlefield quickly realized the sudden changes in the battle, as they gnashed their teeth in frustration.

"Tch! What the heck is happening there?!"

"Who is bothering us now?!"

"Since when did the Harpies made friends of the bear-kin?!"

"Wait! The bear-kin… No! Those annoying fiends that ruined our lord's first assault are here!"

"What?! That fast?! Impossible! Our Lord told us that they would take a lot of time to reach the peak of the mountain, even by flying!"

"Something must be wrong here, our lord can't possibly be-"

"Shut up! Don't dare say that, even if you don't intend to offend him, you're offending our lord!" roared a young harpy man, the one who desired Desephise's death the most.

Sevapheso was one of the most promising warriors in the Harpy Tribe, and long before Feroya's death, he had fallen in love with her through their relationship that forged itself through many years of friendship.

However, despite his talent, Feroya's mother did not approve of his love, and one day came to his family's tent and threatened Sevapheso's entire family of being exiled from the tribe if they did not stop him from getting involved with her daughter.

Having no other option than to obey the chief, Sevapheso was forced to end his relationship with Feroya, who learned about the truth of this a few days ago after hearing a few gossips between the harpies.

After Feroya attempted to escape the tribe on a rainy night, and her death afterward, Sevapheso was filled with a fiery rage, sadness, and frustration that could not appease itself with ease. He desired the death of Desephise the most and ended escaping the tribe alongside others that shared similar feelings of hate towards something in specific.

After having been encroached by the Necromancer, he was feed with new powers beyond what he had thought possible for a harpy, and he was now back to claim the life of the mother of his former lover, whose selfishness had brought her doom.

"I won't let her… I will not let her survive! …Not after she took away my Feroya!!!" roared Sevapheso, the other young necromancer apprentices around him trembled in fear as he released his Phantasmagoric Aura, of greater quality and power than most of them, which was a result of his already existing talents having merged perfectly with the Necromancer's gifted abilities.

He had also developed a Skill that feeds upon his negative emotions and enhanced all of his capabilities, which had been born from the frustration, hate, and sadness of what he had felt and gone through.

With such an amazing pack of powers, he flew towards Desephise's whereabouts, flashing like a storm of phantom darkness, raising his cursed axe as he roared.

"Desephise! You will not get away from this!!!"

CLASH!

An explosion was released as Sevapheso's attack reached Desephise's whereabouts, however, what meets the young harpy man's eyes was now the mushed corpse of the most hated person on his life, but two crimson eyes flashing with confidence within the smoke.

The figure of a young woman with transparent, pale-white skin wielding dark armor and an enormous shield emerged, startling the young harpy man in place.

"What the…!? You! Are you the one who has come to ruin my lord's plans?! If I have to kill you to get the opportunity to kill that damned wench, I will take you on!" he roared as his eyes suddenly turned crimson red, his Phantasmagoric Aura released black winds that began to pressure the armored lady in front of him, Veronica!

However.

Spark!

A spark of electricity began to emerge from within Veronica's shield, as it blasted a powerful flash of thunder towards the raging harpy man that had dared to swear to strike her down.

"Oh?! That is the spirit! Come at me, boy, let out some steam! I will make sure to beat the crap out of you as a lesson!" she laughed, as Sevapheso's eyes flashed with an even redder light, his teeth gnashed to the point that they were about to break, and his veins began to bulge in immense rage.

"How dare you laugh at my conviction?! You fiend! DIE! Phantasmal Gate! Purgatory Axe!" roared the young harpy man, as he coated himself on his Phantasmagoric Aura, the Aura began to convert itself into robes and armor, while covering his axe and making it immense.

Suddenly, the Phantasmagoric Aura of the boy opened as if it were the gates to hell, as many monstrous creatures made out of phantom emerged, laughing maniacally as they charged towards Veronica!

"GYAHAHAHA!"

"DIE!"

"DIIIEEE!"

"These pesky tricks won't get you anywhere! Show me some courage!" laughed Veronica, as her arms suddenly expanded, her fingers turned into sharp axes and spears, as she pounced towards the young harpy man with a flashing and thundering speed.

"Don't dare… LAUGH AT ME!"

CLASH!

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