Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

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The two Blazing Inferno Ghosts rushed inside the Bandit Hideout with the Undead I just summoned, invading the place stealthily as I conjured the [Shadow Veil] Spell on them, enhancing their stealth and agility.

I watched things through the small and undetectable Phantom Familiars I spread around the entire hideout of the bandits. Like cameras.

Right in front of the Undead's path, there was a group of around a dozen Bandits. Probably the night watch, who were drinking booze and eating what looked like some stew.

"Fuck its cold today as well…"

"Man I wish we could get some better booze than this shit."

"Maybe we could buy some at the dwarves' country?"

"We are being chased everywhere, getting there is suicide. Don't mess with those bastards they've got golems everywhere."

"Well, one day we might be able to mess with them, right?"

The bandits continued to talk as Silvio and Francesco got closer, I grew intrigued about what they were walking.

"Yeah, that mysterious miss, she's probably part of the Nobles, right?"

"I think she was a Vampire. I've heard the Vampires are going around now even contracting bandits, they're desperate after what happened in Affnaria."

Vampires? So that woman that came to contact them and gave them all these resources and even weird magic items… was a Vampire. I see. Are they targeting me? Perhaps they finally found out where I live… or its pure coincidence?

No, if they're scouting the surroundings of my village, they probably were coming for me… But really? Contacting bandits is all they can do? At least they could had done something better.

Well, it is not as if they might not be slowly preparing for that.

"Losing that city was really shit, isn't it?"

"Yeah, rumors about that Adventurer named "Mary" and her party is going everywhere. When people researched for her they found she was only an F Rank Adventurer. Many were surprised…"

"She might be a Necromancer and all but Undead are super frail you just smack them and they fall apart…"

"Those are just the low level undead from dungeons dumbass, those raised from Necromancers are several times stronger!"

"Yeah, yeah. At the end of the day she still relies in undead, if we could capture her and tie her up I bet she would be a weak piece of shit. I would rape the shit out of her until she became my submissive bitch."

"Hahaha, same. Chicks with magic always think they're the shit until they get caught and suddenly can't use magic any longer."

"Man been a while since I've done the deed, we really need some women here."

"It's a pity we had to kill the slaves we had because we couldn't really maintain them anymore, they would had all died in the way here anyways."

"Yeah, killing people always gives nice EXP anyways, I just hit Level 31."

"Ain't your level cap Level 35? You're not getting much stronger buddy."

"Aye shut your trap!"

"More importantly, maybe after we pillage that place we can grab as many chicks as we want and-"

"Gentlemen, I am sorry for interrupting your very important conversation." Francesco appeared right in front of the two bandits, as they looked back at him while raising an eyebrow, without being able to properly process what they were seeing.

A mass of phantasmal red and orange flames twisting into the shape of a tall man with an eccentric tone of voice. The bandits were just eating and drinking booze, enjoying the humble bandit life, until evil undead from the depths of hell came out of the blue!

"What the fuck?!"

"G-Ghost?! A fire ghost?!"

The other bandits quickly jumped out of their seats, growing alert, as from within the shadows of their surroundings, monstrous figures appeared everywhere. Zombies, skeletons, slimes, and even chimeric monsters, roaring furiously at them with sharp red eyes.

"GGRRRR!"

"GRAAOHH…!"

"AAAHHH…!"

"OOOOGH…"

"Wait… what the fuck? Is this a dream? Did I drink too much booze?!"

"This ain't a dream you retard, we are getting attacked by UNDEA-"

That one bandit that was fixated into talking about how much he liked to rape women was suddenly engulfed in flames. His Level 30 ass wasn't even able to resist a tiny fire from Francesco, as he started crying in agony.

FLUOOOSSSHHH!

"GRYYYAAAAEEEEGGH…!"

His skin was quickly carbonized and his flesh started letting out a delicious grilled smell, his eyes melted and his soul began withering in utter suffering. Don't worry, I am not eating your soul buddy.

Sigh! Though, isn't it cruel? Killing these innocent bandits with fire, burning them alive… how sad, I wish I could do anything about them!

CLASH!

Some of the bandits quickly tried to fight back, using their weapons or even conjuring magic, attacking the zombies or skeletons.

"Undead are frail, just smack them hard! Swordsmanship Technique: Cutting Edge!"

One of the ran forward, rushing towards a skeleton that was almost completely naked while holding a rusty sword. His attack was a powerful vertical swing that could easily slice through stone.

SLAASH!

CLANK!

However, in front of this humble skeleton, he was nothing much.

"E-Eh?"

"Crackle…"

The Skeleton in question was one I had since the beginning of my journey, one of the few that had stayed for so long. It has evolved two times, and its total level was around 80 if we count all the level resets it gets when evolving. It had no equipment because it evolved into a rare Master Swordsman Skeleton, which wears nothing but a sword to fight.

SLAAASH!

The skeleton moved carefreely, swinging his sword as the bandit in front of him was suddenly cut into little pieces in mere seconds, falling into a pile of flesh and blood. Damn.

"R-Run!

"RUN AWAY!"

"We have to alert the rest!"

Screams of bandits being burned alive and cut into pieces quickly echoed outside the hideout, as the Undead I brought, my strongest 20 quickly started smacking everything. Kuro was brought of course, alongside Darkbound, Mercury, Pyro, and their retainers. Their opening attack was an inferno of flames conjured by the two fire ghosts.

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