"Do you know what dark meat is?"

"It's dead human flesh, right, mighty mage master. ”

......

The gargoyle butler of the Lich Snedder stood to the side, staring down at the ritual circle his master was preparing, but his ears kept on filling in the words of the lich master and the newly summoned Quasai pet.

To him, this Quart Demon Pet is a threat, a guy who may threaten his position as a steward.

Sometimes he really doesn't understand what his master thinks.

What could a weak Kwasai demon do? How would such a weak, non-demon-like creature do a powerful lich who could easily beat most spellcasters?

The kind of pet that only rookies who are just beginning to learn spells need, and even slightly better apprentices have better options.

"A hundred words are better than a silence", and if you want to be a lich steward, you must have this quality. Whoever talks a lot in front of the lich master doesn't live long.

The gargoyle butler cursed viciously in his heart, but the ear was not idle for a moment.

"It seems that you have quite a bit of knowledge, but it's rare to be a Tanari demon," the lich said nonchalantly as he flipped through the spell book.

"Thanks to your compliments, it is necessary to serve a wise and powerful spellcaster like you. Chirp," Quasem carefully flattered.

Fold and put away his spell book, Sneijder the Lich walked over to the ritual circle and examined the runes and materials.

Not far away, there was a huge pit exposed on the surface, and hundreds of undead creatures, under the supervision of the lich's living armor bodyguards, successively transported the stumps and severed arms of various creatures out of the pit and stacked them in the designated location of the ritual circle.

Most of the sources of these severed limbs came from the material plane soldiers in the fortress that was being attacked by an army of demons and undead creatures in the distance, and the rest belonged to the remnants of some demons and low-level demons after they were killed—these were the experimental materials that the lich was about to use.

"Remember what you just said about Dark Meat?" asked the lich without looking back, the small pet hovering behind him.

"Of course, mighty master, those things are the materials for the secret weapon you have prepared, right?" Kwassdemon, who had learned a little about spell casting from his former masters who had been lured into the abyss before, wanted to show his worth to this terrifying lich.

"Very clever little one, indeed a secret weapon, a very strong kind," the Lich Snead seemed to be in a good mood at this time.

The Lich is an expert at creating all kinds of undead creatures, and the ritual circle in front of him is the heart-shaped circle that Snead has developed on his own after combining the secret rituals of creating two undead monsters, the Soul Prisoner and the Corpse Demon.

The Soul Prisoner's ability to drain the souls of others and imprison them in his own body requires the creation of a large number of souls, while the Grave Demon's innate ability to strip other creatures of their flesh and blend them into their own bloated bodies made of filthy dirt and various corpse limbs requires a large amount of dark flesh to create it.

The demons of the lower realms, whether they are the Tanari demons or the Batzu demons, their flesh and soul are one, so finding their dead bodies can satisfy the need to make soul prisoners.

As for the Grave Demons, which require the dedication of the bodies of a large number of fresh dead people rather than their souls, they are mostly only found on the physical plane.

Luckily, the Devil's Fortress that descended here contained a large number of mercenaries from the Material Plane, and they died in battle as the best source of "precious" materials for the Lich Snead to be trapped in this Abyssal Plane and unable to obtain them.

It's just that in order to make these two undead monsters, you need a special guide before the ritual begins. An evil and helpless creature is needed as an introduction to awaken the monster.

"Poof".

The Activated Terror Armor Bodyguard under Sneid's control, after supervising the undead laborers to correctly stack the materials in the ritual circle, directly pulled out his bayonet sword and stabbed the Quasai Demon to the core.

"For the secret weapon, hahaha. ”

What creature is more evil than a demon, and what demon is weaker than a Quassay? This newly summoned pet is the perfect ritual primer.

With everything ready, ignoring the yet-dead Quasai Demon's struggles and begs for mercy or scolding, the Lich stabbed the sword skewering with its evil pet into the center of the ritual circle.

The ceremony begins!

At this time, all the undead creatures with a little wisdom began to try to stay away from this extremely evil ritual circle, and the initiator, Sneijder himself, stood upright in the center of the circle like an old monk.

He silently endured the pain of the ritual circle's deprivation of body and soul of the effects of the spell, a pain that not even the body of a lich that felt no pain was immune.

"Experiment 3452......" the lich muttered in his mind.

This was Snyder's real plan, and he wanted to use this way of depriving his soul and body at the same time to get rid of the acid mist worms that parasitized his body, no, the maggots born from the flesh and blood of the demon lord worm tyrant!

The Lich's immortality comes from its own life box, and as long as the life box that stores its true life is not destroyed, the Lich cannot be completely killed.

Whether the body was crushed to pieces by an axe, or its soul was torn to pieces, he could walk out of the life box intact after a few days.

Sneijder's consciousness faded, but the excitement in his heart became more and more irrepressible, the closest he had come to successfully escaping the cage that had imprisoned him for three hundred years.

The lich seemed to feel freedom waving at him, and the few intellects that were left of him because he had been deprived of his soul were now fantasizing about how he could make up for the lost time in the future.

"It's a hopeless lich. ”

"Why is there no cure for the lich?"

"What is incurable?"

......

Before Sneid's consciousness dissipated, the last thing he saw was this terrifying mob demon who was constantly babbling.

The Calamity Bugs, the highest-level beings among the descendants of the Worm Tyrant's bloodline, are monsters that have broken out of their bodies after completely devouring all the autonomous consciousness of the parasitic Tanari Demon.

Each of the Acid Mist Worms was shaped by the atrocities of the Material Plane and the blind followers of the Blind Mind who fell into the Abyss, and these creatures were brought together in the form of insect clusters in the 473rd Layer of the Abyss, the Acid Mist Canyon.

Parasitic on the defilement of demonic bodies, born from a destruction deeper than the destruction desires of the Tanaris.

These guys, who could only be regarded as evil followers, have finally achieved even more extreme evil!

A monster made up of a mass of acid mist worms that make up the shell of the body, driven by the common hunger of the worms in the body, like a walking calamity, to find the flesh of the creature that can fill this feeling.

Demons, acid mist worms, and other calamity bugs are all excellent materials that they want to turn into nutrients for their bodies.

"This guy is a lich, so what are we?"

"We're called the Worm Pack, because we're numerous, hahahaha!"

"We call it Calamity, because we do all kinds of evil, hahahaha!"

"We're called the Calamity Bugs because we're so numerous and do all kinds of evil, hahahaha!"

"Praise the great worm tyrant!hahahaha!"

......

There is this reason in the madness.

Although the young Tanari of the Calamity Bugs are always in a constant whisper, it cannot be denied that they know how to effectively carry out their evil deeds.

By devouring the flesh and mind of their victims, especially the demons of the lower realms, creatures whose souls and bodies are one, the Calamity Bugs have always been able to learn some unique abilities, such as the ability to use spells.

When the palm of a large wriggling cluster of worms was attached to the control node, the illager group single-handedly reactivated the ritual circle that the lich had set up to be laid solely to strip away parasites.

"Are we really creating monsters?"

"A whole new breed. ”

"Comparable to the feat of the Great Worm Tyrant!"

"Talking nonsense! Those who speak falsely must be punished......"

The punished portion is prioritized as the energy required to activate the circle.

As the large number of worms on the body of the Calamity Worm Mass turned into shriveled shells due to the depletion of their vitality, the circle used to awaken the new undead creatures that combined the characteristics of the Soul Prisoner and the Corpse Demon continued to operate.

The filthy soil of the abyss, covered in the ritual circle, shook as if it had a pulse, and the flesh and limbs of the sacrifice were pulled deep into the ground by the soil. The dark flesh that had been piled up on each node was concentrated in the center of the circle, like a mound of mound mound that formed spontaneously.

The severed limbs of the body wrapped in the mound of the mound were rapidly decaying under the effect of the negative energy field that was constantly filled with blasphemous power, and clusters of phosphorus fire lingered around the mound, as if the soul had been ignited and had been imprisoned and sworn to be bound here.

When all the sacrifices were piled up and corrupted, a mound of more than ten meters high suddenly formed.

It seems that even the abyssal plane, which is itself defilementous, is disgusted by the desecration created by this spell. The huge mound suddenly looked like a punctured cyst, and yellow-green corpse fluid poured out of the bottom of the mound like pus, spraying the entire mound.

A brand new undead monster has been awakened.

From a distance, the creature resembles a hulking giant made of dirt and stones, but upon closer inspection, one can discern the deceased's hands, head, or other stumps protruding from his body.

Large amounts of yellow-green pus poured out from the inside of his body's core, pooling into streams on the surface of his body, and then flowing to his feet, polluting the entire land. And the phosphorus fire that had originally lingered on the huge mound before was now gathered in the hollow like his facial features, exuding an even more demonic light.

"Your name is the Herald of Calamity!"

All the voices in the body of the Calamity Worm collectively shouted the same words rarely.

And the giant monster that received the name roared in the sky, as if celebrating its new life.

"Attack, target the camp of the Batzu Devil!"

"Tear up those cowardly devils!"

"For the glory of the Worm Tyrant!"

The Calamity Bugs reverted to their original chaotic whispers, but also gave the monster its first clear goal.