"Oh my! He truly always is right, huh?" commented Narik aloud as he saw Oath Breaker with his mind back together.
"Who the hell are talking about?" weakly questionned the lesser sin as he slid against a nearby wall, scraping against the surface.
"You'll meet him soon enough, he has an idea to make you able to approach that group again, honestly, it's like he predicted the future! Ahah!" the necromancer laughed as grabbed the sin beneath the shoulders and easily lifted him up.
"Anyhow, you should just head back to the headquarters for now and regain your strength, things are going to get awry real quick!" he informed Oath Breaker, placing him in the arms of a rather strong undead he had gotten and ordering him to carry him until he was able to move on his own again.
Just a few moments after the undead in question disappeared in the horizon, a few undeads at the very front of the horde were sent flying, legs and arms spinning in the air as they still tried to reach out to whatever was that attacked them.
"Good lord, I didn't really mean it when I said that it would be quick..." Narik lifted himself up in the air using some metal that emerged from the ground to get a better look at the ones indiscriminately attacking his peaceful undeads.
"Seems like you didn't hide yourself that well..." he remarked to the sin that was no longer here.
Oath Breaker had told him who it was that he managed to get away from and surprise, surprise, they were right here, seems like they managed to find his track back.
"I should have asked him to duplicate me before sending him off..." lamented the necromancer as he called forth the DSU-PRO-1 or the assassin guy as he called him.
The undead assassin was the one currently holding onto Lukewarmness, they had gotten quite close to their objective, so Narik wanted to at least secure that before his whole undead army was chipped into fertilizer.
He gave his orders to the assassin, it cloaked itself up with some sort of death magic alongside the sin in the jar and headed off to place him inside of Mylhart's office.
From what he gathered, the general of the interior should currently be having a discussion with the king in the royal castle, leaving the passage completely clear, he wasn't certain that the undead assassin was good enough at stealth to go unnoticed by him.
He then ordered the other two special undeads under his command to join the frontline before he himself, instead headed the other way.
There was no reason from him to get involved directly for now, the lich wanted to take her time, those heroes and whatever could wait before tasting his metal.
He still took a glance before going and noticed that there were only two now, only that woman with a club that seemed to be laughing as she turned the undeads skulls and brains into fine mist and that blond man that definitely went far and beyond to keep his hair in such great shape.
Horn-Shatterer was fairly certain that there had been three of them a moment ago...
"Were is that amazonian-sized on-" his question was answered when he felt a burst of wind coming from behind accompanied by the loud sound of the earth breaking.
"Ah" he exclaimed without much exclamation as he turned around to see exactly who he had been talking about.
"Now, now..."
"I know leading an army of undead looks bad but I can explain everyth-" he blocked an incoming punch that had been aimed directly for his face.
The shock reverberated throughout his whole body as the slits of his mask squinted.
"You're a bit rude, aren't you? You think you can allow yourself to act like that when you don't even have horns? You fucking bitch?" he spat before raising a wall of metal between himself and her, rushing back and grabbing an undead by the nape, handling it like a ragdoll as he threw to the ground before opening its body up with his own hands and literally squishing himself up inside of it.
Instead of pushing the guts out and puncturing things that shouldn't be punctured, he vanished as if the inside of the undead was the portal to another space.
He may not be as skilled in what most other necromancers specialised but he knew a few things still, such as this little spell, inspired from the druids 'tree movement' that allowed them to teleport from tree to tree, he could do the same using undeads or corpses and he always made sure to keep a few corpses ready in calm places.
Molarine seeing the last bit of him vanishing though the undead tried to stick her own hand inside but instead of being transported away, she only got a handfull of rotten guts.
She crushed the skull of the undead, who was still moving even after that and instead made her way back to the others by rampaging through the compact mass of undeads.
The special undeads Narik had sent forward were quite a bother to the two heroes, they surprisingly managed to somewhat together or rather, the mage knew how to use the other one as a meatshield.
The UMU-PRO-1 avoided using fire magic as it was a bit too destructive and the undeads were an advantages, especially as it could just hover above them or pick some up using wind magic and just toss undeads at them.
Still, it seemed like its casting speed and overall spell velocity wasn't enough to take the heroes by surprise, even wind slashes or bullets weren't fast enough and the undead couldn't hide its mana well enough to not signal that he was preparing a spell of some kind.
Meanwhile, the TVU-PRO-1 was pretty much just a savage with only one thing on his mind, he had locked onto the hero with the snake and wouldn't change target no matter what, it was it's specialty afterall, brute strength and a single target to push it back and separate it from the group.
It was powerful and needed no sleep or rest, it wasn't using anything like mana or the likes either, only its raw power and perhaps a few skills sometimes, it would only stop once it was truly dead.
Attacks from others apart from the one it had locked onto would deal reduced damage, allowing the undead to truly focus, it's dark coat was ripped apart, revealing the skinless body beneath and the clearly visible bones.
The rot that covered him resembled mold and its skull had no flesh left on it nor did it have any eyes at all, only two empty sockets.
Still, the muscles were still in good shape and could put to shame many warriors but even if it was somewhat protected from outside intervention, it wasn't immune to it and Ilmna was able to trip it by smashing its ankle into powder.
The moment that it took to gather itself back up wasn't wasted as Millerial turned the snake into some sort of hook, stabbing it through the undead's back and pulling out its spine a slight bit, enough to make his skull hang around without much support.
Not being an undead created through the lich's orb, the moment Ilmna sent its head flying into the distance as if she was some sort of morbid golfer, it stopped moving altogether, this undead had been made to still make use of its muscles after all, so it would only make sense that its head would also be neccessary.
The undead mage saw all of that happen in a few moments but wasn't able to do much as he got struck in the back, being nearly snapped in half under the strength of the punch and completely shattered once he struck the floor.
With that done, the undead horde would soon be no more.