I am the Demon King of the Dungeon!

Arthas shook his head slightly.

The flames in the necromancer's eye sockets flickered and trembled; it began to imagine the Demon King's intentions again—

Should we go all out and defeat those three adventurers? Would the Demon Lord think I have a problem with my work attitude, deliberately making things difficult for the adventurers? Or should I let them pass? But the Demon Lord just shook his head, clearly dissatisfied?!

My research funding!!!

The necromancer's mind was in complete chaos, and his casting movements became distorted. The Shadow Bolt, which should have hit Renn, deviated by half a meter, corroding a charred pit in the floor instead.

In truth, Arthas wasn't thinking anything; he just wanted the necromancer to not recognize him so he could focus on his work.

"It's really not playing well today!" Ryan shouted excitedly. "Give it your all, maybe we can take it down in one fell swoop!"

Arthas's offensive was clearly more ferocious; each strike of his longsword was accompanied by a dull whistling sound, forcing the necromancer to retreat step by step.

The necromancer's "performance" was too fake.

This can't go on.

Arthas thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke in Undead: "Fight normally! Treat me like an adventurer."

As the progenitor dragon god who was proficient in the languages ​​of all races, his Undead language was pronounced very accurately. However, the problem is that to human ears, Undead language is not a "language".

It was just a sharp, piercing screech, like fingernails scraping against an iron plate, mixed with the sound of bones cracking, and finally roared out in a hoarse voice.

"Gaga—Gaga gaga gaga—!!"

Although Oris heard the sound, she was busy kiting the baby bone dragon and couldn't concentrate on it.

"You...you..." Renn stammered, looking at Arthas. "What did you just say?!"

"I..." Arthas's mind raced, but he said calmly, "I just burped."

"A hiccup?!"

"Yes, I didn't digest the food I ate last night very well," Arthas said, making it up. "My burps have a rather distinctive sound."

"You, you..." Ryan's mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to ask more questions.

"careful!!"

Arthas roared and raised his longsword to block the Shadow Arrow that the necromancer had fired while taking the opportunity.

"Let's take down the boss first!"

The necromancer took a deep breath. Although it had no lungs and did not need to breathe, the habits it retained from its human days still existed even after becoming an undead.

Deep breathing can regulate emotions.

The necromancer gripped his bone staff again, the flames in his eye sockets stabilizing; he had come to a realization.

The Demon King said to "fight normally", so let's fight normally.

He saw himself as an ordinary necromancer and the three adventurers in front of him as ordinary challengers.

As for why the Demon King hit me?

Screw it! Just pretend he doesn't exist!

The necromancer's spellcasting rhythm instantly stabilized.

Each magical attack was timed to coincide with Arthas's counterattacks, forcing him to retreat and regroup.

Shadow Bolts were no longer fired randomly, but precisely interrupted Oris's shooting rhythm. The Bone Dragon Hatchlings were no longer being kited by her one-sidedly, and breath attacks came one after another.

"Holy crap!" Renn revealed himself in a disheveled state, rolling to dodge a sweeping wave of curses, and exclaimed in surprise, "How did it suddenly become so powerful?!"

"Shut up! Focus on the fight!" Arthas gritted his teeth and withstood the necromancer's Shadow Bolt once again.

This is the basic quality an actor should have!

Arthas nodded in satisfaction.

……

The battle reached its climax.

Arthas deflected Shadow Bolts several times, which didn't take much effort, but to make the performance realistic, he made his breathing heavy, his forehead veins bulging, and he never took a step back.

"Raine! Interrupt it!"

The soul gem at the top of the bone staff began to gather a pale blue light, a sign that the shield was about to be reforged. Once the shield was formed, all previous damage output would be wasted.

"I know!"

Raine appeared behind the necromancer, his short sword flashing in an arc as it precisely pierced the Soul Gem.

"Click—"

The light faded.

"pretty!"

Arthas charged forward, his longsword slashing down.

"Oliss!"

"I've been waiting for this for a long time."

Oris's bowstring was already fully drawn, the arrowhead coated with a silvery-white layer that gleamed coldly in the eerie green will-o'-the-wisp.

Demon-slaying arrows.

Specialized arrows for targeting undead monsters are more expensive and more effective than silver arrows.

The next second, the arrow shot through the air and precisely pierced the spine of the bone dragon cub.

"Awooo—!"

The skeletal dragon cub let out a sharp screech, its entire body frozen in place, dark green mist leaking wildly from the gaps in its skeleton like a punctured balloon.

"It's going to fall apart! Keep going! Keep going!"

"Don't worry! I'll handle it!"

Without hesitation, Oris fired a second magic-piercing arrow, which pierced the neck of the bone dragon cub.

The skeletal dragon cub collapsed with a crash, its pale bones scattered all over the ground. The dark green mist swirled around a few times before finally disappearing without a trace with a "poof".

Bone Dragon Hatchling, kill.

Under Arthas's command, the three's first collaboration proceeded smoothly and methodically.

"Damn humans!!!" The necromancer looked at the pile of bones on the ground, then turned around to face the three panting adventurers.

"Final stage! All done!"

"Go!" Renn's figure disappeared again.

The necromancer hovered in mid-air once more, his bone staff held horizontally in front of him, the flames in his eye sockets as calm as ever-burning lamps.

Shadow Bolt, Curse Wave, and Bone Spear – three spells were fired almost simultaneously, striking in three different directions.

Arthas blocked the Shadow Bolt with his longsword; Oris dodged the cursed wave and nocked an arrow; Renn was forced to break stealth by the bone spear spell, and a gash appeared on his shoulder.

But they didn't stop.

The arrow struck the necromancer in the chest.

The piercing arrow embedded itself between the ribs, and a corrosive light spread outward from the wound; Raine's short sword pierced the back, penetrating the necromancer's spine.

Finally, Arthas's longsword came crashing down head-on.

"Click!"

Cracks appeared in the shield.

The necromancer hurriedly channeled his magic to repair the shield, while simultaneously chanting in undead language, "My Lord, everything has been going smoothly lately. The kill distribution mechanism is functioning well, and the kill rate is in line with expectations..."

Its voice was very soft, but neither of the two humans present could understand the language of the dead.

Except for Alsace.

He heard the necromancer rambling on and on about his work, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Who asked you to report on your work?

"Crack—"

The shield shattered completely.

The necromancer was jolted back a few steps, his bone staff slipping from his grasp. He paused for a moment, then quickly made a judgment.

It's more natural to fall now!

"Ugh—"

The necromancer's body froze in mid-air, as if someone had pressed the pause button, and it slowly descended and sat on the ground.

"You guys... are alright..."

The BOSS room quieted down.

Renn stood there, stunned.

"...That's it?"