2030 The Rise of the Demon Race (Part 2)

'They might be undead, but they are not going to last long against a well-trained army without-' The colonel's train of thought derailed as a wave of Lith's hand conjured a wave of emerald fire.

All kinds of weapons and armor came out of the mystical blazes. A sea of silver, Orichalcum, and Adamant lay in front of the Demons, but it was far from enough for all of them.

"Those who are the strongest among you, pick one weapon and one armor each." Lith panted as he consumed two more uses of Invigoration to replenish the golems. "Yours is no privilege. Your duty is to slay the enemy and retrieve their equipment for your brethren."

A black light flashed through the chains, from each Demon to Lith and from him to the rest of their fellow undead, connecting them all in a mind link so powerful that for a moment their consciousnesses merged into a hive mind.