Reborn As An Evolving Monster

391 Ancient Commanders??

Mark had grown used to being wounded, cut, and lacerated.

But the pain of having his bones broken was different.

A snapping pain that he hadn't grown used to yet.

Still, he didn't scream. He didn't shout, growl, or roar.

Perhaps because the pain had come from using a Skill that was his own.

Perhaps because he had used that Skill despite knowing what it would cause.

It wouldn't be fair to shout when it was his fault, right? He did so willingly, and knowingly.

Or perhaps, it was because he had broken his fair share of bones.

Having some of his broken was only fair, right?

Mark's left hand quickly moved towards the skeletal arm between his jaws.

He hadn't used his "Sublime Body Restoration[A]" Magic Skill to restore his broken bones.

Because he wouldn't need such bones anymore.

The skeletal arm was spun around, and swallowed.

The Undead Lich watched, as its index finger drew multiple Signs in the air.

It was interested, but not enough to forget about the situation.

Mark's right arm started twitching.

[Your Title "Evolving Monster" nods.]

[Your Title "Devourer" nods.]

[Your Title "Little Giant" opens its eyes.]

[Your Title "Little Giant" looks at you.]

'Yeah...' Mark opened and closed his right fist multiple times. 'Let's do this.'

He spun his right arm around.

A strange feeling.

A definite imbalance.

A blueish Aura started rising from the Undead Lich's body.

Its attention was focused on that right arm.

That, could definitely hurt it.

"Let's run it back."

"No, I don't think so."

"...?!"

Seven Signs had been drawn in the air.

Five of them faded, and five Portals opened up.

From those five Portals-

Mark brought his hands together.

Purging Ray-

A sixth Sign disappeared, and a Portal opened up beyond the other five, swallowing Mark's attack.

"Tsk."

This bought just enough time for the tombstones that had exited the five Portals to open.

Those held inside... Fell to the ground.

'You yourself have Necromancer Abilities, but you are also the worst enemy a Necromancer could get. Just like those Ghouls, any weaker Monster will only aid in your healing and recovery of Mana or Endurance. Swarming you won't prove effective, especially when you have defeated so many Zombies and Ghouls. before getting to me. That limits my Necromancer Abilities considerably. Which is why I will have to...'

Mark jumped back to assess the situation.

One last Sign hung in the air.

'Should I attack to consume it? Is it even the same as the previous one? I can't tell!'

"Rise, Ancient Commanders."

Immediately, the bandages they had been wrapped in started unfurling and fading away.

"Ancient? You mean-"

"That's right. Let's see you deal with these." The Undead Lich scoffed. "Ancient Commanders of the Demon King Army, RISE!"

The Mummified Beings started moving.

Their fingers twitched.

Three seconds later, they were standing.

At a glance, it was obvious that their bodies had been dried up and preserved away from any moisture.

Each was different from the next.

Some were burly, while others were skinny.

Some had tails, others had wings.

Some had tails, and some had three eyes.

They opened their mouths, but no sound exited their dry throats.

A shiver went down Mark's spine as his left hand twitched.

A feeling that materialized in one thought.

Ominous.

Is this how she felt about me when I used-

Mark extended his left arm forward.

'I need to end them in one move!'

Spark of-

Before he could even activate the Skill, his wrist had been grabbed, and his arm was raised forcibly.

The enemy had already closed the distance.

Mark extended his claws, but before they could,

BAM-

An elbow hit landed on his sternum, launching him into the wall.

Cough- Cough-

Blood exited his mouth.

'I can't... Breathe...!'

Mark ducked as fast as he could, and the clenched fist missed him by a hair's breadth.

Sublime Body Restoration-

Dark Corrupting Spear-

In one swift movement, Mark rolled away from the enemy and pierced its heart with the Dark Corrupting Spear.

The Portal led to another room. A room where these tombstones had been kept. A hidden Inventory. They hadn't been summoned, which means that they won't disappear after a certain amount of time.

'He was hiding something like this??'

Mark jumped away, but a tail flick landed on the right side.

"Sons of bitches..." He gritted. "Targetting my right-"

Another enemy was coming. The one that,

"It had no effect...?"

"Haha! Of course it didn't! Corruption ails both Body and Soul, but their bodies have long ceased working, and they have no Souls! Puppets of carnage and destruction is what they are! Commanders of the True King's Army!!"

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!' Mark cursed internally. 'Dodging the attacks of just one of them is already tough, but-' A fist landed on his right side, launching Mark into the wall once more.

Opting on keeping his Mana to heal, Corruption Magic was all he could use, as it was stored inside his body, and, therefore, cost very little Mana to Cast. But if that is taken away, then...

No time to think!

Keep looking! Keep moving!

Fuck!

Their teamwork is-

From my blind spot again!

'The Corruption does weaken the Link between them and me. I won't tell you that though...' The Undead Lich thought, smiling internally.

A punch landed on Mark's stomach, sending him upwards.

Their strength was extraordinary.

And of course, it would be.

Commanders of the Demon King.

They must be weaker than they were then, but still.

Presently, the order goes: Demon Lord, General, Commander, Soldier.