Although Michael had not summoned all of his undead, there were already around eight hundred Rank 3 undead floating silently behind him. Eight hundred. In terms of sheer numbers, Michael had actually surpassed them.
Not only were they fearful, they were also confused. What noble power was bold enough to openly oppose the empire, and how had a force of this level entered the capital undetected? Were the capital guards blind?
Then suddenly, Michael's mana erupted outward.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The skies trembled violently. The hundreds of undead floating behind him unleashed their auras simultaneously. Terrifying energy instantly flooded the surroundings.
Some weaker Rank 2 beings nearly lost control of their breathing entirely while ordinary soldiers turned pale from the pressure crushing down upon them.
At the center of it all, four especially terrifying auras slowly rose behind Michael. Five auras total, noticeably stronger than all the others.
