"Lord, the corpses of the lizardmen have been gathered."
Gunter's words from behind interrupted Richard's train of thought. He set aside the black magic mace that could cast a Beyond A-rank skill.
Richard turned his head to gaze at the mountain of lizardmen corpses behind him. He nodded.
"Those corpses are all yours. Go, and recruit them."
"As you wish."
Excitement tinged Gunter's voice.
The mummy hero, wrapped in blood-colored bandages, strode to the massive pile of corpses.
It stretched out its right hand.
In the next second, the mummy's body released endless crimson energy, and light instantly covered the corpse in front of it.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."
Its mouth chanted extremely obscure incantations.
Those refugees the lizardmen captured and were now in the care of the mummies looked panic-stricken.
They seemed afraid of being devoured alive.
