...
Matthew calmly looked at the Netherworld Soldiers rushing towards the pumpkin lantern.
The Bone Nightmares beneath them were not low Level, but neither elite nor naturally formed undead, looking more like inferior mounts cultivated in some manner.
The Bone Nightmares were treading waves.
The circle of auras under their four legs resisted the corrosive and gravitational forces of the River Styx.
Matthew felt a power similar to that of an Emissary of the Underworld.
"Not the Vampire Viscounts."
"But these Ghost Riders should belong to the same Level or a secondary Level of Emissaries of the Underworld, or Death Lords..."
He made such a judgment in his heart.
In a breath.
The two Bone Nightmares that rushed the fastest had already arrived in front of them.
They didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, the massive bodies of the Ghost Riders and Bone Nightmares sharply contrasted with the pumpkin lantern and the two tiny little fairies on it.
"Crush them!"
