Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game-Chapter 808 - 387 Moving Power Bank—Amos_3

His strength had long surpassed the Mythical Level and might have already touched the edge of the Mythical+ Level. Even if he were to cross over regions and go to the island of the mid-level disciples for a decisive battle, he would have a considerable chance of victory!

"You, you’re going to cross regions to take part in the war of the mid-level disciples?"

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Amos was suddenly filled with endless regret.

He felt like a clown, secretly planning everything and even considering killing his teammates for a chance to win.

If he had known how strong Cain was, so strong that he could effortlessly defeat all the lower-level disciples, and that they weren’t even his real targets, why would he bother with those plans?

Wouldn’t it have been better to cling to his coattails from the start?

Realizing this, Amos immediately activated the Shell skills as Cain had instructed, summoning undead skeleton warriors.

Even ants cherish their lives, let alone humans...

[You raise the ’Wraith Curse Staff,’ mutter the spell, and activate the Shell skills...]

[Soon, more than a dozen pale skeletal arms burst forth from the soil, the dead buried deep beneath the earth heeding your call to become skeleton warriors serving you.]

"That’s more like it."

Cain said with a faint smile that seemed to hold deeper meaning.

[’Apostle Cain the Twelfth’ brandished the Crimson Greatsword, and its bloody glow instantly chopped the dozen or so newly emerged ’skeleton warriors’ into countless Broken Bones.]

[Your temporary special summoned creatures, ’skeleton warriors,’ have died!]

[Your temporary special summoned creatures...] 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

[...]

[However, the Broken Bones scattered across the floor did not burst into a bloody light and merge into the Crimson Greatsword like last time.]

"These little skeletons are too trash, and there are too few of them. Aren’t you a necromancer? Where is your undead army?"

Those rampaging monsters were summoned by low-level necromancers, but I am a Catastrophe Witch, who values quality over quantity.

Amos could only retort in his mind, not daring to speak out loud, and continued to summon higher-level undead.

At first, he was puzzled by what Cain intended to do, but he quickly understood.

Cain was treating him as a battery...

Low-level undead were too weak to provide the crimson aura that Cain’s weapon required.

Mid-level undead could produce the crimson aura, but the amount was too little to satisfy Cain.

At this sluggish pace, Amos might run out of mana before he could fully ’charge’ it.

Amos couldn’t help but think of a skill he rarely used due to it being rather useless—’Door of the Abyss.’

The skill could continuously summon mid-level undead that provided ’charge,’ with no limit to the number, only a time restriction.

Mid-level undead could only survive for one minute after leaving the Door of the Abyss, intended for battle use.

The most useless aspect of the skill was that the ’Door of the Abyss’ was a physical object with its own health bar, and it could be destroyed if it sustained a certain level of damage.

Such a skill could only be used against brainless low-level monsters. It was not effective even against somewhat intelligent Elite Monsters, let alone against bosses.

However, this skill, which had always been almost worthless, was now proving highly useful.

Maintaining the Door of the Abyss consumed minimal magic, and Amos watched as a stream of undead emerged continuously, only to fall dead immediately afterward, their tiny streams of blood continuously flowing into the greatsword Cain held.

"That’s enough, Little Ya."

Finally, the Crimson Greatsword appeared to be fully charged, surrounded by a thick blood aura that it could not dissolve, no longer absorbing the bloodlight.

Hearing the change in how he was addressed from ’brother’ to ’Little Ya,’ Amos did not feel the slightest displeasure but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew this extremely powerful weapon must expend the recently absorbed energy to exert its unmatched might.

And as a mobile ’battery,’ he, Amos, still had value for the time being and did not have to worry about his life anymore.

Amos respectfully said, "Lord Cain, I am willing to serve you."

The law of the jungle was the rule of survival in the New World; those who couldn’t adapt were long buried under three meters of grass.

Amos had fought his way out from among countless Apostles to become the eleventh disciple; he naturally had a profound understanding of these rules.

Is it shameful to cling to coattails?

As long as you cling to thick enough coattails, there’s no shame in it!