Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

The surrounding undead legion, although they had made room, effectively still had them encircled.

Should there be the slightest disturbance, the other side would definitely unleash a thunderous strike, slaughtering them cleanly without exception.

Out of concern for its own life, Orochi resigned itself to its fate very straightforwardly and obediently accepted being conscripted.

Zi Liyuan wasted no words; his spirit wrapped around a drop of his own blood, which floated directly in front of Orochi.

Within this drop of blood was a blood-colored rune that faintly displayed the character "slave".

"Release your spirit protection!"

Sixteen vertical snake eyes stared intently at the blood droplet in front of them, the enormous snakehead showing a struggle but eventually calming down.

All eight enormous heads sighed simultaneously, slowly closing their snake eyes as they unwound their spirit protection and actively guided the droplet to fall upon the forehead of their central main head. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As the blood merged, Zi Liyuan instantly felt a surge of contract power.

Through the contract established between them, it would take but a moment for him to control the life or death of Orochi.

That type of death was clean and thorough, the kind where not even revival was to be thought of.

At the exact moment the servant contract was signed, Orochi’s body shimmered with light, and subsequently, its entire form began to shrink. When it had dwindled to the size of a normal human, its body twisted and transformed, then turned into a two-meter-tall muscular man.

"Orochi has seen the master; from now on, I shall obey the master’s commands!"

The voice was mighty but carried an undertone of despondence.

From ruling over eight million spirits to becoming someone else’s servant in an instant, Orochi’s psychological fall was frustrating, yet it had no choice but to accept reality.

After all, in order to stay alive, pride mattered little.

Not far from Orochi, the Yuki-onna, whose originally translucent and flawlessly white body was now covered in wounds, also knelt on the ground, forehead touching the earth, signifying her submission.

"I beseech my master to grant me a contract; Yuki-onna is willing to serve the master for life, becoming my master’s female servant!"

Yuki-onna, battered to near-death, did not think of resisting and was even eager to become Zi Liyuan’s servant.

As a special undead entity, even having become a Legendary BOSS, she harbored no resistance to subjugation by a stronger being.

Moreover, having barely escaped her seal, she certainly did not wish to die; besides, the master was valiant and extraordinary, a true paragon among people. Submitting to such a strong being would not disgrace her.

Looking at her body, which was covered by silvery-white hair except for the parts exposed to view, a glint of light appeared in Lord Zi’s eyes.

This Yuki-onna, like a fairy of snow, her whole body crystal clear and flawless; if not for the strong presence of death within her, she couldn’t be called a Phantom King.

When it came to beautiful things, Lord Zi’s heart was quite tolerant, and thus, a rune-wrapped droplet of blood from his spirit was sent to her.

As the droplet merged with Yuki-onna’s forehead, another force of contract emerged within his spirit.

Feeling the ability to control Yuki-onna’s life and death, Zi Liyuan’s gaze turned to a group of ghosts and goblins sprawled on the ground.

At this point in the battle, numerous ghosts and goblins were already dead or injured, and now, they obediently lined up according to their strengths, awaiting their contracts.

"Epic and Lord BOSSes, stand behind Orochi; the rest, wait on the side."

Unless it was a special ghost entity, signing a contract with those below the Lord BOSS template held little significance.

In the Castle of the Undead, there were tens of thousands among the eight undead species that fit the BOSS template; if he desired, Zi Liyuan could casually assemble an army of ten thousand Spectral BOSSes.

But if the legion’s quality was poor, a force of ten thousand might not even defeat a squad of a hundred Spectral Dragon Lord BOSSes.

Therefore, the significance of contracts was minimal, better to contract their leaders instead; for any task, simply notify the Phantom King to deploy its ghostly followers to take action.

Bleeding, contracting, bleeding, contracting...

Lord Zi was continuously repeating this tedious task, causing Ying Xueji and the others watching on the side to twitch in their eyes.

Damn it! They’d fought so hard, exhausted themselves to near death, and it all ended in mere conscription.

If they had known these ghosts and goblins were so spineless, why would they have prepared for two months?

And even pulled out various treasures from the family vault, just for dealing with these pitiful creatures?

After a flurry of activity contracting a group of Lords and Epic goblins, the remaining few hundred were directly commanded by Orochi.

It was only then that everyone relaxed a little and gathered together, resting while checking the situation outside of the micro-dimensional secret realm.

At this moment, the eight million spirits that had burst out of the seal had already survived the Magma Fire Dragon assault orchestrated by the flame lords using their ultimate abilities; with over a thousand Epic BOSSes constraining them, they started to battle desperately against the fire elementals.

They had to fight desperately—the fire elementals had turned Mount Fuji’s interior into a flame prison, blocking the exit.

If they couldn’t break through this huge flame prison, their only fate would be to be incinerated to ashes.

Thus, the eight million spirits united for a battle of survival.

Even though the fire elemental beings had the advantage of terrain, they couldn’t withstand the overwhelming number of ghostly creatures that had escaped the seal.

When eight million spirits combined their efforts for survival, the balance of the battlefield shifted almost instantly, tipping completely in favor of the eight million spirits.

The Magma Fire Dragons continued to roar within Mount Fuji, and all the spirits that had escaped the seal were devoured by it.