The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2584  Minos Takes Action

The battlefield around the Green Channel quickly changed, with Armhands' allies retreating while decomposing corpses piled up on the enemy side.

In less than three minutes after Minos arrived in the area, his corpses massacred the enemy forces, killing over 400 opponents as if it were nothing.

Most of the rulers in the area were mid-level Sovereigns. But there were dozens of high-level men, with nine level 114 individuals on the enemy side.

Four of the five level 114 corpses sent by Minos stood against these nine opponents, finally demonstrating their prowess at the same level as them.

'They are indeed very strong. The four of them hold off nine opponents, while the fifth of them exterminates the weakest enemies.'

Minos judged from afar, smiling with interest.

"But it doesn't seem to be enough for them to win," He muttered as he raised one of his hands slightly in the air.

As he moved his hand, the space in front of him ripped apart, spanning tens of kilometers, while the nine enemies holding the four corpses felt even worse than the corpses.

As they slowly tried to surround the four so that one of them could escape while they still had a chance, they felt the space above the area they were in tear apart.

Then, huge dragon claws appeared from those cracks in the space, slashing at the vital points of three of them.

"NOOO!"

One of those three felt his life go to the abyss, just before the dragon claw sent by Minos slashed at his neck.

The corpse closest to this individual smiled as he stuck out his tongue, just before drops of blood flew towards him, making him feel even more energized.

"The boss is really brutal," one of them said viciously as he licked his lips and watched as Minos helped them without giving their enemies a chance.

Even in front of the enemy and thirsting for the blood of their opponents, they could still feel a sudden fear because of Minos, who was superior to all of them.

Even without temporarily raising his cultivation to level 112, Minos could kill the strongest Sovereigns in the area with a single move.

Minos withdrew his powers by lowering his hands, letting the five corpses take care of the remaining enemies, enough for them to excel in a few more moments of fast-paced combat.

When hit, the corpses would take damage to their bodies, losing durability and power. However, the black liquid would work wonders, preserving most of their structures and keeping them strong for almost the entire battle.

Even when the opponents of the five corpses showed signs of exhaustion, the five would still be in good fighting condition.

Minos wrote everything he saw, saving their first uncontrolled combat experience.

'Good. They have higher resistances than enemies of the same level, can take more damage, and are extremely efficient at maintaining their fighting condition, even under adverse conditions.'

When the last of the enemies fell, the allies of the Armhands' forces stopped retreating and watched from afar as their battlefield, an area of mountains and rivers now ravaged by battle, was finally free of enemies.

Minos flapped his wings and, as if teleporting, crossed dozens of kilometers to appear exactly where the five corpses were.

Just as they were about to desecrate the corpses of their enemies, thirsting for the blood and flesh, Minos stopped them with a wave of his hand.

The five felt their bodies freeze under Minos' pressure, stopping where and how they were.

"These will be my future test subjects. You can have those over there." Minos pointed to a group of 50 high-level 11th stage corpses, allowing his dead to do as they pleased out of pure experimental curiosity.

But he wouldn't allow the most valuable bodies in the area to be destroyed by these corpses.

The corpses ran to the bodies Minos had indicated, taking advantage of the few last moments they had before being sent back to the black coffins.

Minos collected the bodies of the strongest men, leaving most of the dead behind, as they were too destroyed or didn't attract his attention.

At that moment, the strongest men of the Armhands' alliance in the area saw it was safe to move and flew to where Minos was.

"This senior..." One of the Armhands opened his mouth as he looked at Minos, eager to get to know this monster.

But when one of the Armhands' Senior Officers answered who the monster was, the five corpses suddenly approached Minos as he frowned.

"I didn't expect to be visited by a Supreme. Senior, why don't you stop hiding and let's get down to business?" Minos raised his voice as he took the form of a dragon, already showing his most powerful form.

Some of his strongest allies almost fainted when they felt Minos' transformation, pressed by his terrifying aura.

His wings, covered in golden and silver dragon scales, flapped as Minos' mountain-sized body finished forming.

"Dragon? No, that's not right." One man appeared from behind a tree 12 kilometers away from Minos, attracting the attention of everyone.

"Level 115 Supreme?!" One of the level 114 Sovereigns paled, not expecting such a powerful enemy to show up here when they had hoped to have won.

Minos ignored his allies while his five corpses were 100% focused on the opponent, now under the mental control of their leader to obey him without hesitation.

"Who are you?" asked the Supreme on the other side of the battlefield, while Minos stood in position to fight if necessary.

Despite his form and the situation he was in, Minos was calmer than anyone could have imagined.

"Minos Stuart, a Senior Officer of Armhands." The white-haired human opened his mouth, the surrounding stones crackling with his voice.

"This one is called Kyip," offered The Supreme. "Officer Minos, what do you say we have a little chat?"

As everyone on Minos' side trembled, their minds screamed 'no' in fear of what was about to unfold. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The air cooled as the smell of blood and corpses faded. Even Minos' corpses seemed to lose their negative aura amid this moment of decision.

"All right." Minos decided and lowered his aura a bit as he advanced halfway to the enemy.