Kapitel 817: Obelisk's Feed

"Damn it! What was that dragon? Such an eldritch power, my magic all but crumbled without offering any resistance." Boronos growled, smacking his bony fist on the ground right after his body reformed around his phylactery.

"I'll need to prepare a large army of powerful undead, high death knights, no, death paladins. I need to find victims to corrupt." He walked across the hallways of his dark layer, mumbling and growling as his bones rattled. Upon reaching his alter, he lifted his hands, "Let's get to work immediately!" A lich and a death knight appeared before him. "Start preparing corpses immediately."

ZON!

"Get some from the slaves below. I need their souls to turn dark before death…give them a fake escape route and kill them right as their hope reaches its peak." He waved his arm.

"My slaves, did you happen to mean the people in the cells below?" A voice came from behind him.