I'm The Only Necromancer In This Cultivation World-Chapter 129: Two Town Destroyed

Vermis said nothing.

The insects around her began to move.

His breathing grew heavier.

"I’m begging you," he said, the words coming out strained now. "Stop them. I don’t want to die like this."

Still nothing.

He took another step back, then stumbled as something brushed against his leg.

He looked down, and the insects are climbing on him.

His body reacted instantly, his muscles tightening as he shook them off, crushing dozens underfoot, but more replaced them immediately, crawling up his boots, his legs, his torso.

"No... no, get them off!"

He slammed his hands against his body, trying to crush them, trying to tear them away, his strength enough to kill hundreds in seconds, but it didn’t matter.

They kept coming.

"STOP THEM!"

"Please! I’ll do anything!"

Vermis met his gaze, with a cold eyes.

"You talk too much insect."

That was the last thing she said.

They covered him completely, a writhing mass that swallowed his form as he roared, his body shaking violently beneath them, his strength pushing back, tearing gaps through the swarm, but every gap was filled instantly, every space taken, every opening forced wider.

"AAAHH—!"

It didn’t last.

Not because he stopped fighting.

But because there was nothing left to fight with.

What remained of the Town Lord collapsed to the ground, unmoving.

Vermis stood there in silence as the insects returned to her, crawling back into place, forming the familiar, shifting armor around her body.

Around her, the town was quiet again.

She looked over it once.

Then turned.

"...Task complete."

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By the time Vermis returned, the sun had already dipped low, casting long shadows across the villa grounds as the air carried a faint metallic scent, one that didn’t belong there until now.

Aiden was already waiting.

He stood near the edge of the main gate, arms crossed, his expression calm, but his eyes sharpened the moment he saw her approaching.

And behind her.

Bodies.

Dozens at first glance.

Then more.

A slow, dragging procession of corpses being carried, pulled, and pushed forward by the swarm, their armor broken, their limbs twisted, their faces frozen in fear or pain, until the full number became clear.

Nearly two hundred.

Even Aiden paused for a second.

"...Damn," he muttered under his breath, looking over the pile as it grew closer. "She really wiped out a whole town on her own."

Vermis stopped a few steps away from him.

The insects began to settle, releasing the bodies one by one, letting them drop onto the ground in a heavy, uneven heap.

"I completed the task, my lord" she said simply.

Aiden let out a quiet breath, then nodded.

"Yeah, and you did it perfectly."

He stepped forward, boots pressing against the dirt as he approached the pile, his gaze sweeping over the corpses, taking in their condition, the damage, the remnants of struggle, and more importantly, the three bodies that stood out among the rest.

Even in death, they were different.

Their physiques, their presence.

Body Tempering practitioners.

Aiden immediately used the lord of the dead on the three, and he succeeded.

Aiden’s eyes lingered on them for a moment.

Then he smiled slightly.

"Good work."

Aiden turned his head slightly.

"Move all of them to the Flesh Reclamation Pit."

The swarm reacted immediately.

The insects surged forward again, lifting the bodies once more, dragging them across the ground toward the far end of the villa where the pit lay, a place that most avoided, a place that never stayed quiet for long.

Aiden followed.

Vermis walked behind him.

The pit came into view soon after, a wide, dark opening in the earth, its edges stained, its depths shifting faintly as if something below was always moving, always waiting.

The bodies were dumped in.

One after another.

Aiden stood at the edge, looking down as the last of them fell.

Then he raised his hand.

"Begin."

The pit responded.

Flesh broke down rapidly, bones cracking, reforming, merging with the dark mass below as the process accelerated, far faster than natural decay, turning two hundred corpses into skeleton warriors. Nearly two hundred dead soldiers rising from the pit in silence.

Aiden let out a quiet breath.

"Not bad."

He watched the last of the skeleton soldiers climb out of the pit, their hollow eyes fixed forward, their bodies standing in perfect stillness as they awaited orders, while the three Body Tempering undead stood apart from them, unmoving, yet far more imposing than the rest.

For a moment, the area fell silent.

Then Aiden spoke again.

"Carrion should be back soon."

Vermis remained where she stood, her swarm settling around her like a living cloak, while Aiden shifted his gaze toward the distance beyond the villa walls.

Time passed, and not long after.

Then figures appeared beyond the path leading back to the villa, a moving mass that slowly came into view, broken armor, dragging limbs, and at the front of it all...

Carrion.

He walked steadily, his posture straight, his presence firm, completely different from the chaos behind him, as if the slaughter he just led meant nothing at all.

Behind him followed what remained of the undead army, around there hundred, and four hundred dead bodies.

Aiden’s lips curved slightly.

"...Looks like he went through a bit more resistance."

Carrion stopped a few steps away and gave a short bow.

"My lord."

Aiden nodded once.

"What happened?"

Carrion didn’t react to the tone.

"The town had more cultivators than expected," he said calmly. "Five Body Tempering practitioners."

Aiden’s eyes sharpened slightly.

"Five?"

Carrion nodded.

"They fought together. The undead army took losses."

Aiden glanced past him again, counting without needing to actually count.

"Yeah, I can see that."

His gaze shifted to the bodies.

Then to the five that stood out.

Even among the dead, they carried weight.

"Bring them forward."

Carrion stepped aside immediately.

The five corpses were dragged to the front, laid out in a rough line before Aiden, their bodies damaged but still intact enough.

Aiden stepped closer.

No hesitation.

He raised his hand.

"Lord of the Dead."

After some time, Aiden exhaled.

"...Two."

His gaze shifted to the remaining three.