Whoosh!
Thud!
A massive stinger spun through the air for several seconds before crashing heavily onto the blood-soaked ground with a sickening thud.
The undead Royalty Stonewall raised its deadly blade and swung downward without hesitation.
Bang!
The enormous blade cleaved through the Level 33 Lesser Dune Scorpion's carapace as though it were made of paper.
The beast's body split cleanly into two halves.
Dark blood sprayed across the battlefield.
Its mangled organs spilled onto the street, mixing with the growing rivers of crimson that flowed between shattered stones and broken corpses.
Without pause, the undead Royalty Stonewall continued forward in long, steady strides.
Humans and Mantis Beastmen might fear the overwhelming might of the Dune Scorpions and Bone Crushing Wyrms.
They might hesitate.
They might tremble.
They might despair.
The undead knew none of those emotions.
Fear meant nothing to them.
Pain meant nothing to them.
