In the darkness of the Abyss, where the any form of light or life would be devoured instantly, two powerful ego's were conversing. They weren't conversing using speech and hearing as one normally does. Their conversation was being done through powerful soul signals, and the the fact that they were able to transmit through the darkness of Abyss, showed that they were above tier 50 at the very least, having crossed the mark of Enlightenment. And the contents of their discussion were grim,

"Are you sure that these new 'Soldiers' of yours, can do something about our situation?",

Boomed, one of the conscients.The sarcastic tone and heavy texture of his voice being clearly transmitted through the soul undulation. It seemed to be incensed at the other party, as the irritation in his tone was more than obvious. The other being kept quite, for it knew that the concient wasn't done yet, complaining was an old habit of his friend.

"I find them no different from usual golems, robot, or undead. Do you think I lack golem? Or undead? Then do tell, why have I paid such a huge price, to open the gates of Abyss for these pets of yours from the lower realms?"

He continued in his annoyed tone, his voice getting louder by the end of the sentence.

The other being, who had been listening patiently till now, spoke. And it's contained a slither, like the whisper of a ghost.

"The baptism of Abyss, is necce...Necessary for The Path of Asura."

The ghastly presence stammered as it whispered, but the cold slither in its voice was enough to scare the wits out of bravest of heroes. But, the other party only got more agitated with this statement.

"Of course, Asura. Asura this, Asura that. Wake up, my friend.", it yelled. " Asura's are beings of myths. They only exist in stories. The cultivation method that we found, was a dud. The Ruins of Pataal were only a trap. Get out of your dream, and come help me on the front lines. The Sect could use your help."

"Do not talk about the sect Vikraal. Abyssal Decay is my home too. You may be Patriarch Heavenly Demon now, but remember, that it was not only your effort that pushed you past tier 70, into the realm of laws. But, your greed didn't end there, you wanted the Everglades' Monarchs Origin too." The ghastly voice again hissed, this time without stammering, and there was harshness in its tone. The whisper became yell by the end, a ghastly yell that is. Then it continued,

"Moreover, the dream you talk about, faced the Dragon at that time, unscathed. Thus my friend, whether the Asuras were real or not, I do not know. But I know this, that my experiments with flexible souls and bodies from the inferior worlds, along with the cultivation method we found, is yielding great results. So give me time, I'll deliver you the victory you so eagerly desire."

"Very well my friend, I just hope you're on time. Farewell."

And with that, the ego projection of the Heavenly Demon withdrew from the dark plane.

The figure of the ghastly presence was now visible in green light, and he looked like an worn out dead body, with a pale face, and a skeleton for the right arm.

He turned around to face the darkness, and started chanting, with a green magic circle with tribal runes appearing behind him. Then the green circle gradually darkened till it was almost black, and started affecting the darkness of the Abyss. The darkness started moving, twisting. And then with the wave of his hand, spread in the area front of him like waves of ocean.

"Rise, my children. Bring me results."

With that sentence of his, countless dots of red lights appeared in the Abyss. If observed carefully one may observe, the lights were aligned in pairs, like eyes and closer observation would show that it was fire, a blood red fire that now had a little black flame burning in its core, like the pupil.

They were eyes indeed, and they belonged to countless black colored skeletons with dim red runes on them.

The man ghastly zombie turned around, and as if ripping apart the space, opened a portal in the darkness of Abyss, again displaying the prowess he possessed. And without turning back, he announced.

"Today is born th.. The Abbbb.... Abysal Bone Battalion. You shall all be the fiercest of warriors as you grow with slaughter. *Sigh* Alas, the procedure required your souls be dissipated. Else imagine, what one of you could have achieved had you sentienall Let's Go, I ha... have a schschsch..... Schedule to keep."

The man finished his stammering speech, and walked through the portal, followed by the numerous skeletons.

What he didn't notice though, was one pair of eyes flickering with agitation.

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In a vast plain with dark dried soil, in disciplined rows, were numerous pale blue colored ogres. They were thousands atop thousands in numbers, all seated on silver furred giant wolves, without any armor, topless, broadsword in hand. Their defined and bulging muscle, accompanied with tribal tattoo gave them the look of tribal hunters. Their aura was intimidating, and they had an air of slaughter around them.

They were not the only ones there, for accompanying them were elven archers with sleek bodies and green scaled leather armor, and bone tipped arrows.

Yet that was not the last of it, for with them were again beastment and lycanthrophes dressed in fur and metal armour with all sorts of assortments and accessories. And lined next to them were humans with a variety of their own, some battalions fully equipped in metal plated armour and some dressed in cloaks, while some wore daoist and martial artist robes as they stood tall, and in attention.

This was an intimidating force, as their total number exceeded ten million. But they still didn't feel very proud of themselves as the soil they stood on, the dark dried soil of the vast plane was also wet. Wet it was, with blood. The blood of bodies that equalled the number of soldiers in their army, half of which belonged to their comrades.

And facing them, was an equally large force, maybe greater, that consisted of people garbed in black. All having the symbol of a ghostly sword piercing a serpent, the symbol of Abyssal Decay Sect. The ranks of them consisted of humans, imps, goblins, spirits, ghosts, drakes and pythons. And all sorts of beings from nightmares. But the majority of their ranks were made of undead demons. Specters, zombies, wraiths, and other undead beasts.

The Abyssal Decay Sect had a fear inducing presence, yet the worry in their hearts was no less. They had spent huge amounts of resources to traverse continents for this invasion. They were the rulers of their continent, and of two major worlds which were only inferior to their home world in comparison, yet they'd abandoned it all, in their invasion of this foreign land.

Their Sect Head, the Heavenly Demon of Decay had mobilized all forces in his challenge to the Monarch of the Everglades, and while many elders were dissatisfied and disagreed, they could only keep mum, in front of his strength and cultivation base of tier 74. Thus, they had moved and here they were, in an invasion which they lost, would mean losing everything.

The leaders of the defending force, the Everglades were much calmer. Especially the council of humans.

They were the first ones to realize the threat of the invaders, as their kingdoms were mostly on the regions outside the forests under the protection of the Monarch. Thus they were alerted right when the invaders started making small bases and rebellious organizations in their territories. They had moved to gather forces, and unite all of Everglade continent, but were laughed of as being paranoid by the other races, with even many of their own dismissing their suspicions.

Regald, The Prince of Lyones recalled how difficult it had been for him and his father to convince the various sects and the beast men, who had reluctantly agreed to help. With the passage of time, even the men of desert were convinced of the eminent threat and convinced all races of desert to come help. Only the forest residents refused to take part in what they called 'tomfoolery'.

The Prince recalled how he was embarrassed and dismissed by the ogre tribes, who so vehemently believed in the protection of the forests under their Monarch.

A smirk crept on his face, as he also recalled the destruction and levelling of their forest, and the extermination of that tribe at the hands of the invaders, who had turned many such forests into scorched toxic lands. But, that was also the trigger for the unison of all forces in the continent, and with them becoming the most influential members of the council.

As for this battle, his father had left him for to lead the charge in this front, while he took to another. He eyed the other leaders of his side, present in this battle today. There was the First Warrior Syal of the Star Ogre tribe, Magician Allen of Scintia Academy and Priestess Garuda of the Beastmen. All of whom, were above his tier in strength, yet none could match him in leadership and strategy, thus the overall in charge of the army would be him today. And with the forces they'd accumulated after the unison, and his calculations, today's battle was right in the bag.

So, the proud prince eyed the battlefield, exciting about the upcoming glory, as he gave the first command.

"Archers, ready. Cannons, ready. Fire at will."

He shouted, his voice amplified by the Lion Roar technique, reaching all corners of the battlefield.

The archers drew their bows, elves, humans, beast men. The mages of all races prepared the magic cannons, blue energy filling the circuits carved on the metal bodies of these huge behemoths. Then they fired, the arrows enchanted by spell, making various elemental blasts, depending on the affinity of the archers, and the blue beam leaving the cannons did even greater damage, explosions of pure mana ripping the enemy lines.

The prince watched all of this with great vigor, more excitement budding up in his heart. But then he watched in confusion, for the enemy leaders were not taking any actions. He was a warrior of tier 48 and a mage of tier 39, thus his physique and skills were far better than ordinary men. And with his improved eyesight, he could see the enemy leaders cold eyes, and the mocking smile directed at him, as the enemy general ordered his confused troops to stay their hands.

They followed orders, the Abyssal Decay Sect didn't retaliate one bit as they stayed behind.

As Prince Regald saw this, he first become confused. Then a sense of foreboding rose in his heart, which he suppressed. But it was only strengthened, when he got a message on his transmission device, from the First Warrior Syal of the ogre tribe.

'Something bad us going to happen. Be prepared.'

He saw Syal, sitting on a wolf with horns and light blue silver fur. His face exceptionally grim as he eyed the sky. He then saw Magician Allen, fly in the air as he occupied a spot in the sky, tens of magic circles appearing around him. The priestess too, was busy casting blessings on the troops. He only got more confused, till he saw the sky tearing apart a great black space behind the tear, feeling omnious.

Then, he saw a small squad of ten thousand, incomparable to the number of soldiers gathered. A small squad, of only ten thousand black skeletons with red runes on their bones and blood burning eyes dropped like stones with few of them flying, on arrival of which the animals of their ranks grew restless and the Magician increased his magic circles ten fold.

He watched as half of the dropped skeletons who were walking went towards the enemy ranks, and half of them came towards them. The flying ones only heading towards his army.

Hus pupils constricted as he saw 3 flying skeletons, which meant 3 at Virtuoso rank. Above tier 40. It shouldn't have been difficult, with them having 4 at Virtuoso rank, the four young leaders of their groups. Him, Syal, Allen and Garuda should be enough to handle them. But what he saw next, made his pupils constrict.

The skeletons who were walking towards the enemy army were attacking their own side, with heavy casualties at enemies front line, yet the invaders did no more than watch, as suddenly a green force field sprung up around them, after which the skeletons attacking them stopped and started walking towards his own army.

Also, by this time few skeleton had reached their ranks, the Prince prepared himself and ordered the army to engage this small black squad. He would regret the action for his while life, for after that. It was Pandemonium.