Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

"Blustering words, just a demonic avatar, die!"

It didn't matter that the opponent was only a sixth-order demon at Level 125; even if it was Level 140, Dragon Dean did not fear in the slightest.

In truth, unless the true demon itself descended, even if an opponent was a whole order higher, he had plenty of ways to deal with them.

The reason why Dragon Dean was so furious was that the Coalition of Nations, those damn dogs, had actually led wolves into the house!

Exposing the coordinates of Blue Star had severe consequences, making it very easy for the Demon Race in the cosmos to invade.

The Blue Star Human Race could barely protect itself within the Sea of Realms; compared to the myriad of other races, they were only middle to lower tier at best.

But the Demon Race was among the top ten races of the Sea of Realms; their strength was not something the Blue Star Human Race could contend with.

For example, right now, just a mere demonic avatar could break free from the repression of the rules and unseal the power of the sixth order.

Dragon Dean himself, relying on special items brought back from the Sea of Realms, could temporarily break free from the suppression of the rules but could only unseal up to the fifth order.

If the Demon Race invaded Blue Star and the higher-ranking demons descended, all breaking free from the suppression of the rules to become sixth-order beings, then just a hundred of them would be enough to slaughter their way through the entire Blue Star!

At that time, the entire Blue Star would be enslaved by demons.

At this moment, rage burned in Dragon Dean's heart, and he wished he could immediately annihilate all the upper echelons of the Coalition of Nations!

However, before that, he needed to eliminate this demonic avatar.
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A golden dragon phantom rose from his back, and in the next moment a splendid set of dragon-shaped golden armor covered his body.

"Golden dragon possession, dragon's majestic pressure, die!"

The golden dragon phantom roared at Bill's demonic avatar, and the huge sound waves swept over the demon's body, instantly pinning him to the spot, immobilizing him.

Dragon Dean also flashed out amidst the dragon's mighty roar, almost instantaneously appearing behind Bill's demonic avatar.

His arms, covered in dragon-shaped golden armor, were like sharp dragon claws.

With one left and one right, his left hand clasped the fate-bearing nape of Bill's demonic avatar, while his right-hand fingertips pierced into Bill's skull as easily as if piercing tofu.

A simple twist and a forceful jerk upward and downward...

"Crack," came a crisp snap as demon blood gushed from the severed neck.

This brutally savage method of twisting off and pulling out the head in Dragon Dean's hands appeared effortless, as though it was done casually.

The commanders of the Coalition of Nations who witnessed this were stunned, even cursing inwardly.

What happened to the great strength of the demons you boasted about?

You blabbered in front of us about how incredibly powerful you were, and it ends like this?

Just like this?

You make a flashy entrance, unlock some rules, and that's it?

Damn it! Can you be any more unreliable?

So easily subdued by the throat and then have the head twisted off and pulled out.

What kind of joke is this demon?

Where is the top-ten ranking race of the Sea of Realms you bragged about?

Isn't this a swindler?

However, the next moment, this commander felt a shiver run through his body, cold sweat instantly streaming down from his forehead.

There was no choice; after dealing with that foolish demonic avatar, Dragon Dean flashed again, penetrating the ranks of the Coalition of Nations' elites, once again clutching the fateful nape of someone's neck.

"Tell me, when did you start colluding with the Demon Race? Have you exposed the coordinates of Blue Star?"

His voice was as cold as frost, his murderous intent boiling like an ocean, violently assailing his spirit.

Feeling the tightening grip and the sharp pain from his neck, the commander had no doubt that Dragon Dean would tear him to pieces.

"I, I don't know, I was just, following the instructions of my superiors, to activate the demon statue when necessary, to cut down all you Great Xia powerhouses..."

The commander felt his breathing grow restrictive, even hallucinations appeared in his eyes, those of his beloved grandmother smiling warmly at him.

"Crack," another crisp snap echoed as the commander's neck was easily broken, his head pulled off in one smooth motion, his body split in two and casually tossed aside as Dragon Dean then moved to slaughter the rest of the Coalition elites.

Killing them was as easy as slaughtering chickens; while strolling leisurely, the battlefield was strewn with countless dead and wounded.

This was unequivocally a battle of overwhelming force.

Forget about the top ten powerhouses of Blue Star; aside from Dragon Dean, the rest were all damn duds!

Each and every one of the ancient monsters from the Great Xia Empire were lordly powerhouses returned from the Sea of Realms, who usually did not show off but only concealed their might.

With the heritage and strength of these ancient monsters, they easily crushed any global top hundred powerhouses the Coalition of Nations could muster.

Without the patronage of great lords from the Sea of Realm, without the resources cultivated there, the so-called powerhouses the Coalition of Nations produced were nothing but a joke!

The Great Xia Empire, having resolved most of its legacy issues over a century, had negotiated terms with the thousand-year-old major clans and family lineages to abandon the lower noble houses.

It could be said that the current Great Xia Empire, due to the entanglements of interests and declarations from the four great ancient empires of the Sea of Realms, was united from top to bottom, ready to steamroll over Blue Star.

Therefore, it was time for the many hidden secret weapons to be fully showcased.

Like now, a group of ancient monsters were pressing Coalition elites to the ground, grinding them into dust, turning them into fragments.

Even though the number of Coalition elites was ten times that of the old monsters sent by Great Xia, they couldn't withstand the ravaging by these ancient beasts.