I Have Seven Dragon Souls In a cultivation world

Chapter 192: A smoky village 

There are no signs of refining or any copse strengthening taking place on this body.

If I didn't know better, I would think it's the regular body of a human male.

Do you know what that means Dante?" Asked Rebecca with a slight panic on her face.

"This corpse master, he doesn't need to refine corpses."

"he doesn't need to refine the corpses to control them!" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

As soon as Dante heard this, it was like thunder had gone off in his mind.

Now that he thought about it, the signs were all there.

The ridiculous number of cannon fodder.

The unnaturally weak level of the zombies.

At first Dante just took for the signs as a strange method of fighting chosen by the Corpse Master.

But now, now it all pointed to the lack of the proper refinement of corpses!

For people who didn't know, this might not seem like much But for the people in the know, this was game changing.

What was the major weakness of the corpse refining profession?

It was of course the resources and time needed to refine a corpse! Countless hours of perfect technique and conditions were needed to refine some controllable zombies.

These zombies would often have strong combat power and a useful tool to use in each realm.

But for most cultivators, such a path was not worth following.

Such resources would be better spent being put into yourself to focus on your own path of cultivation.

This overwhelming difficulty and the overall dark nature of corpse refining led to the decline of the corpse master profession until it became a rather niche sight amongst cultivators.

But if Rebecca was saying was true, then everything had changed.

Gone were the times where a single cultivator would have to spend months or even years refining a corpse.

All that was needed was a dead corpse and then zombies will rise.

Dante could already picture it.

One crazed man, brutally slaughtering and raising all those he killed, steam rolling into a large army of undead creatures.

In the Martial Spirit world, strength was everything, but numbers couldn't be overlooked.

If a whole province of people were against you rushing with no regard for their lives, even a martial adept would fall!

Clay couldn't understand the cultivator jargon that was being thrown around whilst Rebecca and Dante talked, but from the tone of their voice it definitely wasn't a good thing.

"Dante simply put, the techniques used by this corpse master are not from this world.

Dante, the techniques he used….are not from this world ."

There was a strange silence as Dante took in the severity of these words "So what does it mean for the corpse Master" asked Clay nervously "Does that mean he's too strong?"

"Does that mean you're going to abandon the mission?" As Clay spoke, his voice grew higher and higher as he nervously considered his worst possible outcome As Rebecca heard Clay's question, she said nothing.

In the end, she just looked towards Dante He was leading the mission So despite everything she'd said before, he was truly the one leading this entire operation.

If they stayed, it would be because of him and if they left, it would also be because of him…

Dante heard Clay's question and paused before patting him on the head "You don't have to worry so much," said Dante to the boy

"It's bad, but it's not got to that point yet.

He uses a few mysterious techniques, but that's it . It's still not enough of a threat to force us to pull back."

As Dante finished speaking, he turned to look at Rebecca

"Are you done with the corpse," asked Dante "I'm finished. I've gotten all the information I need."

Getting confirmation, Dante didn't hesitate and incinerated the mangled body, burning it until all that was left to prove its existence was a pile of ashes.

"We're done here." Said Dante coldly.

No more information could be gained from here and He had accomplished what he had set out to do.

Now he had to go back to the city to plan around this new discovery.

Calling Clay and Rebecca to his side once more, Dante brought out his wings and soared into the sky.

As Dante started heading back to the city, he turned he suddenly turned around.

It was in that moment that he spotted something strange.

A short distance away, in the complete opposite direction of the city, something strange was happening.

If it wasn't for Dante's unnatural eyesight, then there was a high chance that he could have missed it,

A faint pillar of smoke

...

in the middle of a northern village, Smoke. Smoke.

That's all Zayd Could see.

His day had been normal.

Just a monotonous day in his small, secluded village.

The men had come back from hunting in the forest or their daily logging and were now home.

The village was at peace and things were looking like they would be like every other day Zayd Could remember.. that was until they attacked.

Before Zayd could realise what happened, a swarm of corpses had broken past the village walls.

Zayd himself was only in his house And It was only the screams of the village militia that had alerted in to this situation and causing him to come outside and Zayd Had regretted a decision more in his life.

As he came out, he could only describe what he saw as hell.

Decaying, decrepit bodies mauling at his neighbours The screams and roars of the village militia echoing Zayd saw men fall rise again to attack their families Brothers killed brothers, fathers killed sons

The people of the village were in a hopeless situation.

Realising there was no hope, many began to crumble, to fall to their knees and in their desperation did something man had always done. They cried to the Gods for help.

They cried to the skies for salvation!

And that's when it answered, the sky answerd with fire.