Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

The attendant slipped to the side and drove a kick toward Uga’s knee, aiming to disrupt his base.

The kick struck, but it felt like hitting a stone pillar.

Uga’s leg did not buckle.

Instead, Uga’s arm swung across like a club.

The attendant leaned back just in time, the wind from the strike ripping dust off the ground as it passed.

Behind them, the summoning circle pulsed brighter.

The eight continued feeding it, but their faces tightened. Their breathing became uneven.

Prince Rui’s eyes narrowed.

He watched the fight for a single breath longer, then his voice cut through the tension.

”Take it elsewhere.”

The attendant’s expression tightened.

He understood immediately.

If this continued beside the formation, the turbulence would grow. If the circle destabilized at the final stage, everything would collapse. The bridge would tear. The price they had already paid would become meaningless.

He stepped back again, calculating.

Uga moved to follow, feet cracking the earth with every step.

The attendant’s hand dropped to his waist.

Metal rang softly.

A sword slid free from its sheath.

The blade caught the crimson glow of the runes and reflected it in a cold line along its edge.

The moment the weapon appeared, the air around the attendant changed.

His posture lowered.

His breathing steadied.

His mana gathered differently, no longer reinforcing just his fists and body, but flowing into the weapon like a second nervous system.

Uga paused for a brief moment.

His eyes locked onto the sword.

Then he stepped forward anyway.

The attendant shifted sideways, drawing Uga’s advance away from the formation. His feet moved in controlled patterns, each step light despite the cracked ground, guiding the battle outward.