"How long do you intend to stay a bystander? My death won’t benefit you in the least!" the Burning Flames Queen screamed towards the sky.

"You lost, Imran. No matter how proud she is, when death truly arrives, she will still open her mouth to beg for help!"

"I overestimated her!"

Two voices, like the friction of bone fragments, echoed in tandem.

"You two bastards! Just wait and see how I deal with you later!" the Burning Flames Queen cursed through gritted teeth.

"You now seek our help, yet dare to threaten us so. Aren’t you afraid we might actually abandon you to die?"

"Saying that now is not wise."

In the air were two usual archrivals, but when facing the Burning Flames Queen, they surprisingly stood united, because they had both suffered losses at her hands!

Claiming they’d leave her to die.

The moment the Burning Flames Queen opened her mouth, they had already begun to act.

To be more precise, even if she hadn’t spoken, they would still intervene.

Now, they were on the same front line; if the Burning Flames Queen were eliminated, it wouldn’t benefit them at all.

It wasn’t hard to see from their presence that they had accurately anticipated the possibility of the King of the Jackalweres launching a decapitation strike on the Burning Flames Queen.

When the army numbers reach the millions, especially with an undead force that lacks morale and will fight to the last man.

Destroying them entirely isn’t an easy task.

Especially when backed by the Undead Territory, allowing for endless recruitment.

The most feared scenario was one like that of the Corpse King.

As the High Tier Undead Lord of the Undead Territory was slain, the entire Undead Army became headless.

The Undead Army would be picked off one by one, which would be trivial; if usurped, the entire army would change its attack direction.

Amidst the fierce jet roar, three energy columns surged from behind the Skeleton Dragon King, his flight speed instantly reaching an extreme as he dove rapidly, and upon reaching a suitable position, he hurled the Giant Bone King hanging from his forelimbs.

Facing a terrifying opponent like the King of the Jackalweres, both the Giant Bone King and the Skeleton Dragon King had no choice but to collaborate.

This was a compromise in the absence of a desire to be ridden.

Boom!

Even while still in mid-air, the attack had already commenced.

Accompanied by a massive roar, a skeleton barrage blanketed the sky as it shot towards the King of the Jackalweres.

This attack was executed with extraordinary precision, timed perfectly as the King of the Jackalweres leapt into mid-air, neither on the ground nor high up in the sky, lacking any flight capability and thus having no leverage.

The only maneuver available was the freshly stolen energy surge for lateral evasion, yet its speed clearly couldn’t match the flying speed of the skeleton barrage.

As the roar of the Skeleton Cannon sounded, the skeleton barrage was already upon him, leaving no time for evasion.

"Awooo!"

The King of the Jackalweres howled madly, his Berserk Divine Power surged, converging in front of him to form a blood-red, semi-transparent semicircular shield, snugly protecting his front. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Accompanied by a series of crackling sounds, the Berserk Divine Power Shield lasted only for a moment before it was abruptly shattered.

Then, another semi-transparent magic shield emerged, lasting just as briefly; it was the King of the Jackalweres’ damage reduction ability.

After two layers of weakening, the number of skeleton fragments was reduced to less than one-fifth.

The King of the Jackalweres raised his left hand to guard his helmet-free head.

Subsequently, all around were the piercing sounds of drilling, with bone-chilling pain emanating from his exposed flesh.

The erupting skeleton fragments were not merely simple fragments, but cone-shaped drills, blood-red, rapidly spinning as they advanced.

Though made of bone, their hardness was beyond imagination, even drilling shallow pits into Abyssal Chainmail forged with Abyssal Fire, let alone tearing open the thick jackal fur and embedding themselves into the flesh.

"Slaughter Divinity! Slaughter God Chosen!" The King of the Jackalweres, once wounded, felt neither fear nor humiliation, but became more excited and more berserk. Looking up at the Giant Bone King with blood-red eyes, they showed undeniable greed.

Slaughter, among all, aligns most with his Berserk Priesthood, as the two have always been inseparable.

Only possessing Berserk without controlling Slaughter meant his spoils in battle were always halved.

Yet those holding this divine position were never easy targets, and he’d never had the chance.

Now that it was unexpectedly delivered to him, how could he possibly let it pass?

"You think only you have God’s Chosen? Come forth!" Cried out the King of the Jackalweres once more, as teleportation magic light flickered around him.

The next moment, three large Jackalweres appeared around him, bearing a striking resemblance to the King of the Jackalweres both in appearance and equipment.

At least, outsiders would find it difficult to distinguish them by appearance alone.

Their main difference from the King of the Jackalweres was probably in their choice of weaponry: they too wielded flails, but with double heads, which served both as a tribute to their god and as an acknowledgment of their own limitations.

Moreover, it was because they lacked the ability to replicate the tri-headed flail.

Each Divine Artifact is unique; even the True Gods couldn’t mass-produce them.

If lacking special magical properties, it wouldn’t matter if a flail had two heads or three; the extra head might even become a burden due to the increased difficulty in handling.