Although he had never heard of undead creatures that could fly, it didn't hinder his judgment. He was sure that these undead creatures were extraordinary. It was precisely because of this that he had to resist. He could tell from their words that they didn't have any resentment against the dragons and the Church of Light. They would never let light mages off.
As he thought of this, the light magician immediately shouted, " &Quot; don't be afraid of them. They're just lying. There's no level-nine undead creature. It's impossible. Everyone, attack! &Quot;
As soon as he finished shouting, he felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw the tip of a sword sticking out of his chest before slowly retracting back into his back. He turned his head with difficulty and saw an undead creature in black slowly retracting its sword. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt like the skeleton undead creature was grinning at him.
