The fame and infamy of the 7th Legion were both well-deserved, and their power was immense.
The dead that poured from the colossal pocket dimension launched a fierce assault on the undead soldiers of the 1st Legion.
Alaje was still analyzing the 1st Legion's special undead, so for now, there was no clear strategy.
However, one method was currently viable.
-Piercing the armor is inefficient.
It's more effective to focus attacks on the transparent visor covering the helmet's face, shatter it, then shove a claw inside and tear it apart.
At this, Simon also issued an Absolute Command.
[Aim for the head.]
All the undead were joining forces to attack the 1st Legion.
The surrounding tombs had all been laid to waste by Mirmizda’s dark blue breath, and any troublesome units were dealt with by Simon himself, who walked over and sliced them all down with a casual swing of the Greatsword of Ruin.
[Gooood! So I should aim here, right?]
Prince, the commander of the Zombie Corps, grabbed one of the armored undead of the 1st Legion and threw a punch.
The visor on its face shattered, and a tongue shot out from the grotesquely distorted face of the undead as it let out a shriek.
[Shut up!]
Pow! Ka-pow!
Prince pummeled it with his fists.