The great battle was about to erupt.
The twenty to thirty high-tier corrupted corpses beside the Corpse Lord roared in unison as the immense power within their bodies exploded forth.
Rosalia showed no fear at all. She turned her head and, almost mischievously, winked at Phield. "For every one I kill, you'll be my mount for a day."
"A mount… what kind of imagination is that…"
Phield nearly coughed up blood. Just moments ago she looked gloomy, and he had even worried she might be affected by the scene.
Turns out her mind was still full of absurd ideas.
With a domineering swing of her blade, the first corpse did not even brush her clothes before being split cleanly in half from head to toe. At the same time, the Greatsword of Gluttony extended countless chains, preventing enemies from bypassing her and attacking Phield directly.
Even so, two second-tier corpses managed to slip through the chain defense and lunged straight at Phield.
"Don't get distracted. I'll handle these two."
