The dragons of this world are overlords, and they will not be weak no matter how weak they are.
If ordinary adventurers saw this scene, they would probably have been so frightened that they had lost all their fighting spirit, right?
Thinking of his pride, Khajiit couldn't help laughing: "Did you see it? These are Skeletal Dragons with absolute magic resistance, powerful undead that are hard to find even throughout the entire plain! And I have two of them! Do you know? This is the power of the Orb of Death!"
Speaking of happiness, even Khajiit couldn't help dancing, his face showing a rampant smile, holding the orb in his right hand high, his eyes revealing a fierce infatuation and intoxication.
Khajiit pointed his hand far away and shouted loudly: "Tiny human, retire in my invincible undead army!"
"Kill him!"
Khajiit ordered sternly, and the numerous zombies and two Skeletal Dragons rushed towards Roa's location.
The zombies ran in groups, stirring up a messy and chaotic sound of footsteps. Their originally not very flexible bodies became unusually fast at this moment.
The Skeletal Dragons' thick limbs fell on the ground, causing the earth to tremble and dust to rise. Their roars turned into sound waves, sweeping the entire cemetery, exuding a faint majesty.
This cemetery was transformed into a battlefield at this moment, an undead army composed of a fearless undead.
They were charging with such a large momentum, but their target enemy was only one.
That was Roa, who was wearing an elegant blue shirt. The young man's eyes were calm, and the violent sound waves blew the young man's robe and made it rustle. In front of such a large number of undead, the young man's figure looked so thin.
It's just that the young man's back is still straight and his expression is still calm.
"High-level weapon manufacturing."
Roa stretched out his hand, and a black long knife appeared out of thin air in Roa's hand. The long knife was held in Roa's hand, exuding a dark luster.
Khajiit snorted coldly, his eyes staring at the young man in the distance. In Roa's opinion, the young man's behavior was undoubtedly like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
"Well, let you see what is the real gap in strength!"
Roa laughed loudly, holding the long knife horizontally at his waist, and the aura all over his body became thick and solid.
With a clear sword heart, Roa exuded an unparalleled powerful aura at this moment, which made Khajiit's heart tremble.
Roa's appearance made Khajiit feel a strong ominous premonition in his heart.
The young man took a step forward, just a simple step, and then drew his sword and slashed.
"Magic Sword!"
Thick magic power wrapped the long knife, and violent energy wantonly washed the long knife that had just been created.
Almost instantly, a dark black slash flashed away, and the violent black blade fell, covering half of the tomb.
The night became even more gloomy, and the black blade easily separated the atmosphere, spreading with an unparalleled momentum.
The entire cemetery fell into a deathly silence. The zombies who were originally charging towards Roa stopped, and then fell to the ground in unison. The upper half of their bodies disappeared under the power of this knife, leaving only some remnants lying on the ground, unable to move.
Compared to this group of zombies, the two Skeletal Dragons behind were even more miserable. The black knife light swept across, and the focus was on these two Skeletal Dragons. Before the Skeletal Dragons could react in time, they had been washed away by this majestic energy, turning into a pile of powder and dissipating into the world.
"What!"
Khajiit cried out in dismay at the sight, his face a mask of horror as he stared in disbelief at everything before him.
The impact of the scene was so great that Khajiit wondered if he was dreaming; if it was a dream, it was the most terrifying and vicious one imaginable.
The once vast and bustling army was now reduced to Khajiit, standing alone and trembling.
Roa had deliberately spared his life to see what he had to say.
Roa slowly approached Khajiit, but the latter was in a daze, muttering, "How… how is it possible? How could over one hundred and fifty zombies be annihilated in an instant?"
"How could a Skeletal Dragon be shattered with a single blow?"
"This is impossible!"
"Impossible!"
Khajiit, unable to accept the reality before him, began to scream hysterically in a hoarse voice, his spellcasting staff discarded on the ground, his expression twisted.
It was not his fault, really; anyone in this world would find the scene unbelievable and horrifying.
Leaving aside the shocking feat of wiping out one hundred and fifty zombies, the two Skeletal Dragons alone were enough to fill most adventurers in this world with despair.
The Skeletal Dragons created by Khajiit not only possessed absolute magic resistance, completely immune to spells of the sixth tier and below, but also, as skeletons, they were resistant to slashing and piercing attacks. The only way to inflict significant damage on such creatures was with blunt force.
This was the most effective attack against all undead, and almost all undead were vulnerable to it, including the Old Bone, as they were all skeletons.
Yet, such creatures were crushed into powder by Roa with a single strike. Roa's strike clearly carried magical attributes, allowing Khajiit to truly feel the difference in their strength.
This insurmountable gap filled Khajiit with despair.
Khajiit continued to mutter "impossible" until Roa stood before him, still unable to accept reality.
In Khajiit's plan, he intended to use his undead army to attack E-Rantel, turning it into a city of the dead to perform a ritual and transform himself into an immortal, high-ranking undead.
But now, everything was gone.
Roa looked at the seemingly insane man before him, and the thought of asking him anything vanished instantly.
Forget it, what could such a minor character know?
Roa raised the broken sword in his right hand. The crafted longsword had ultimately failed to withstand the infusion of magic, and the front half of the blade was shattered, leaving only half a hilt.
Even this half a hilt, if it were to surface, would cause quite a stir.
Without hesitation, the broken sword fell, piercing Khajiit's body. Purplish-black blood splattered on the ground, and Roa retreated discreetly, avoiding getting any blood on himself.