Grey moved swifly between buildings, killing monsters he came across and reviving them.
He had already levelled up to level 7 on his way and was easily the strongest among all new system users.
Attack, he commanded as they walked towards a pack of level 4 goblins that numbered over 30.
As he said this, over 150 thralls rushed with savage looks.
Grey used the time to check his status window.
[Name: Grey Anderson]
[Class: Death sovereign]
[Level: 7(39%)]
[Hp: 2200/2200]
[Mana: 2800/2800]
[Class Skills:j
Devouring Thrall Call: Summons thralls from corpses that have a 0.1% chance of earning skills from slain enemies. They gain a skill from their first kill. (10 mana/1 meter)
Corpse Plague Eruption: Detonates a corpse, which releases death energy, corroding those it comes in contact with. Revives killed enemies as thralls. (250 mana)
Toxic Sovereign Grasp: Covers hand in toxic claws, can raise enemies on death. (10 mana/sec)
Rotting Thrall Command: Thralls gain poison effects, poisoning enemies on contact. (50 mana/sec)
Pestilent Veil: Surround yourself in a poisonous mist that slows enemies and drains their lifeforce. (5 mana/meter)
Death domain: Stores all undead in an infinite space.
]
[non-class skills:
none
]
No matter how many times he looked at the skills, he always found them amusing.
He lifted his head to see that the thralls had already defeated the group of over 30 goblins, pushing him to the peak of level 8.
He walked closer to the corpses and raised them as thralls, then he returned them all to the death domain.
He began heading towards the direction of the boss, until he heard the sound of battle coming from the other side.
Moving closer, he saw a woman fighting against 3 goblins.
Her clothes were battered, with several bruises on her body.
Seeing the woman's situation, Grey decided to help her when a knife suddenly pierced her from behind. There was a fourth goblin that hid behind her.
Seeing the gruesome fate of the woman, Grey sighed.
I guess this is how the world is now: you drop your guard, and the next moment you are killed. It is a pity I couldn't help the woman, but I will avenge you. As he said this, he activated toxic sovereign grip.
He dashed towards the first one and swung his claws, tearing the head of the goblin off its shoulders.
Without wasting time, he pierced the heart of the next one and ripped its heart off.
The remaining two, seeing that they were at a disadvantage, began to run.
But before they could move far, the two goblins Grey had killed earlier, now awakened as thralls, lunged at them and tore them apart before they could take another step.
Then a crystal orb fell to the floor.
[Skill orb: Magic missile]
[Magic Missile: shoots condensed mana(100 mana)]
He moved closer to the woman's corpse, his gaze unwavering. There is no use wasting her corpse, although she was human, in this world, only survival matters.
His fingers glowed with a sickly green hue as he pressed his hand against her chest. Devouring Thrall Call.
Slowly, her body rose. Her once vibrant body had become pale, her eyes devoid of any feelings.
With a flick of his wrist, he returned the four goblin thralls into his Death Domain, but left the woman out.