Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

A few hundred soldiers were already struggling desperately against a replicated entity of a Spectral Dragon Lord Boss.

This was mainly because the replica lacked any skills, possessing only the comprehensive attributes of its original body.

Meanwhile, the spectral dragons flying in the sky were single-mindedly breathing ghostly dragon breath, inflicting these soldiers with the [Aging Curse]!

As the Specter Dragon Lords who had signed the master-servant contract with Zi Liyuan and were summoned for battle, they naturally shared their master's luck attributes.

Therefore, what was originally a rare trigger, the [Aging Curse], became a one hundred percent guaranteed effect through these spectral dragons.

Anyone who even slightly touched it would immediately be entangled by the [Aging Curse].

As a result, a terrifying scene unfolded on the battlefield.

The soldiers who were just waving their weapons on the front lines suddenly felt their inner strength rapidly diminishing, while their bodies became withered.

Their rough skin, hardened by years of training, quickly became loose and wrinkled.

Premature aging, weakness, dizziness, nausea, and spiritual power malfunction... such adverse effects enveloped these soldiers, rendering them incapable of fighting.

Whole groups of soldiers lost their resistance and were effortlessly slaughtered by the attacking spectral dragons from the ground.

Although the battle to enter the city had just begun, several streets had already lost their defenders, the stationed troops slaughtered by the spectral dragons.

This situation was quickly spreading throughout the entire city.

Massacre, a frantic massacre, the human army could only retreat step by step.

Even the fifth-tier epic commanders, who had broken through the Oceanic Seal and released their powers, could only hold off a few Specter Dragon Lord Bosses at a time, unable to assist more people.

Meanwhile, the healers hidden in the rear frantically healed the frontline soldiers while desperately combining their spells to cast purification magic to dispel the curse.

Unfortunately, the [Aging Curse], being one of the ultimate skills on a Necromancer's skill tree, was extremely difficult to cleanse.

Especially in a time-sensitive battlefield like this?

The healers' purification and dispel spells could only slightly suppress the duration of the [Aging Curse]'s effect but could not eliminate the curse entirely.

Still, the suppression and slowing of the aging process had a significant effect on the soldiers.

Originally, their fourth-tier strength could rival rare monsters under normal conditions.

However, once entangled by the [Aging Curse], their strength couldn't even reach the peak of the third tier.

It can be said that the [Aging Curse] was indeed a powerful curse for the Undead Race.

To completely immunize against the curse's effect or quickly recover to the pre-curse state requires the use of extremely special Glory Scrolls to dispel it.

But where could one find these things on the battlefield now?

At that moment, Zi Liyuan flew directly above the imperial capital's palace, gazing at the protective army assembled below.

This was a corps of one hundred thousand soldiers, all in silver equipment, wielding golden-quality weapons.

At the center of this corps, they were protecting the highest rulers on the planet Beldum.

This protective team comprised a special corps of only one thousand soldiers, all equipped in gold, holding weapons of purple epic quality!

This fourth-tier team was absolutely elite among elites, capable of conquering a hundred Specter Dragon Lord Bosses without much trouble.

Yet, when facing Zi Liyuan in the skies, they only felt a shiver down their souls.

It was an innate biological soul suppression, a natural suppression of high-level beings over low-level ones.

Indeed, humans are considered a low-level race among the myriad worlds because they are born extremely average, with no extraordinary qualities.

Zi Liyuan, having reached this point, transcended through life levels multiple times, especially from the sixth-tier Legendary to the seventh-tier Sanctum, signifying a qualitative transformation of the Spirit.

The fourth tier is considered high-level life, and the seventh tier is almost transcendent and holy, as the Holy Domain could initially leverage the forces of law.

If Zi Liyuan and his wife were to give birth to offspring in the Sea of Realms, the baby would be born with a fourth-tier template, innately divine.

These humans, though possessing fourth-tier strength, had their spirits suppressed by three entire tiers; one can imagine the pressure their souls felt in front of Zi Liyuan.

However, they were the Personal Guard, the last line of defense for the planet's top leaders, each selected from the battle-hardened elite with unbreakable wills.

So, they withstood the soul pressure, uniting as one, their energies interconnected, forming a dense blood fiend force overhead that shielded them and their leaders.

This time, Zi Liyuan had come personally to kill.

Especially the executive heads of this planet; they had to die, and in a way that preserved their intact corpses.

Zi Liyuan planned to eliminate them, capture their souls into soul stones, and temporarily seal them with their bodies.