"Even the Holy Light Resurrection Technique has failed?"
Klaus gazed at the Catastrophe Knights who rose from where they had fallen, a sense of impending doom engulfing his heart.
Originally, he believed.
The Holy Light Knights, blessed and protected by the Empire's ancestor Amon, were capable of facing any dark magic.
Therefore, when he saw the Imperial Sentinels and Royal Griffins being transformed into the undead, he remained unconcerned.
Compared to Amon.
A mere obscure Undead Lord, what could he possibly be?
But who knew.
The methods of that Undead Lord could be so treacherous?
Not only did he transform the Holy Light Knights into the undead, but he could also resist the power of the Empire's ancestor Amon!
In this moment, Klaus was filled with regret.
If he could have another chance, he would never be so complacent!
But there is no regret medicine in this world; he must pay the price for his arrogance and pride!
