Darius Supreme-Novel

It didn't take long for someone to enter the tent and report to Darius that everything was ready. In fact, many factions that had long since formed their coalitions had already moved out to the battlefield. 

Darius nodded as he had expected this. Even though they had begun to respect him, he was neither their king nor their master. He could handle the general issues but as for when they moved and how they moved, it was still up to the faction heads. 

Darius turned to Lionel. "Consider your task complete. From here on out, anything can happen, so you can take it that this encampment is practically disbanded at this point." 

Lionel wore a bored look on his face as he scratched his head, shrugged, and casually exited without even looking back, leaving Darius smiling bitterly. 

The guy was truly one of the strangest Adept stage experts Darius had ever come into contact with. 

Darius turned to Gunner and smiled. "Well then, Gunner. Let's go and have a look at this mighty Bone Dragon everyone has been talking about, eh?" 

Gunner flashed a toothy grin. "The enemy this time will be extremely hard to beat. I look forward to the conflict that will ensue. We can move out whenever you're ready, Master." 

Darius nodded and checked everything before leaving the encampment with Gunner. Since the location of the battlefield was just 3 kilometers away, the duo casually walked there. 

By the time they arrived, so too had the other factions. They had lined themselves up according to the fighting strategy they had cooked up to deal with the Bone Dragon. 

A row of priests was standing at the back, almost 20 of them. 3 Adepts, 7 Journeymen, and 10 Amateurs all stood in a choir-like arrangement surrounded by other Journeymen and Adept fighters who boasted extreme resilience. 

The basic requirement to be part of this group had been to have the Fast Regeneration ability or be infinitely close to acquiring it. As such, the safety of the priests could be said to be in good hands. 

As for the rest, they were spread based on their specific combat categories and factions. The majority were deployed to deal damage and distract, while the priests would handle chipping the powers of the might Bone Dragon away. 

That was when the two undead would have a clear chance to engage the Bone Dragon. One could say that given their power and resilience, they were the main tanks and main DPS of this entire battle, and everyone else was just here to reinforce them. 

As such, when Darius appeared, many eyes landed on his person. They seemed to be surprised that the two undead were not present yet, some even displaying doubt and dubious expressions. 

Had something perhaps happened to the duo? 

Just as they were wondering whether to check-in with Darius, they saw a blood-red portal open up behind the fellow. From within came two silhouettes, Mikey and Joneson, the two undead vampires that send chills down everyone's spine. 

It couldn't be helped, they were simply far superiors to anyone else here, even the Adepts. However, this simultaneously gave them more confidence for today's encounter. 

In a matter of minutes, a dark mist emerged from the other side of the battlefield as the withered foliage obscuring the view of the horizon began to shake and stir. 

Right afterward, various shapes emerged from the mists, approximately 45 of them. These were all the remaining Adept undead in this sector of the third band that still existed. 

The rest had long since been turned into bonemeal by the factions when they had ventured forth, and a few more when the duo of undead had gone out to increase their power. 

They had gone from level 41 to level 49. 

In fact, over the past few days, he had found time to go through their various abilities and traits which had risen to the Advanced level, and their improvement was enough to leave Darius satisfied. 

As the undead on the other side assembled, there was a loud roar that shook the entire battlefield. The faces of many parties changed as they sensed that wild and primal aura that had been corrupted with Death Energy. 

Without having to wait further, the form of the Bone Dragon crashed down from the sky, leaving a small crater where it landed. The shockwave from this affected the camp of the living, knocking over many fellows and upsetting the rest. 

This had no effect on the Journeymen and Adepts, and likewise, the undead behind the Bone Dragon were also unbothered by this barbaric display of force. 

As both parties assessed the other over a distance, Darius was able to Analyze the various enemies laid out before him. Most of their stats were truly within reasonable levels, greatly comforting him about his chances of success later on. 

They would not be a problem for the Adepts here, much less Mikey and Joneson. Even the weakest Adept on the human side could kill one of these undead Adept stage experts due to their weakening per reanimation. 

It was only Supreme undead that could negate this racial penalty and rather have all their stats boosted to an insane degree rather than reduced. However, when Darius' eyes landed on the Bone Dragon, he grimaced. 

Its stats were truly monstrous, something he would never have the chance of beating even if he had 20 more lives. The only way would be with the Dagger of Death, and Darius guessed that one of the 'him' in the various possibilities had done just that. 

The Bone Dragon silently assessed them before expanding its swings and roaring loudly, spreading its majestic yet corrupted draconic aura around the entire battlefield. 

This acted as a trigger that started the battle as it immediately began flapping its wings to take to the sky while the melee undead on the other side rushed over to engage the foes here. 

As for the spellcaster undead, they quickly began chanting their first salvo.