SSS Ranked Dragon King: My Innate Ability is Unbelievable.

Chapter 255 255: Face me like a man!

The stagnant, heavy air of the village square seemed to vibrate with the collective terror of the remaining Montgomery forces as they stared upward at the winged silhouette.

Henry, his face pale and slick with a cold sweat that made his grip on his sword hilt feel dangerously loose, forced himself to take a single, trembling step forward into the open space.

He was a man who had built his entire identity on his status and the power of his family name, and seeing his carefully constructed world crumbling around him provoked a desperate, frantic surge of bravado.

He looked up at the figure with the white hair and the dark, leathery wings, his eyes wide and bloodshot as he tried to find the voice that had once commanded so much respect.

"Just who on earth are you!" Henry shouted, his voice cracking and reaching a pitch that betrayed the bitter taste of fear coating his tongue.

He tried to project a sense of authority, but the way his knees knocked together beneath his expensive armor told a very different story to everyone watching.

"Do you have any idea who I am? Do you realize the magnitude of the mistake you are making by interfering with the affairs of the Montgomery family?"

The figure in the sky did not move, nor did he offer any immediate sign that he had even heard the frantic ramblings of the nobleman below.

Su Ping remained perfectly immobile, his massive wings beating only enough to keep him suspended in the gloomy twilight, appearing more like a statue carved from obsidian than a living being.

"If you're one of the McClain's dogs, sent here to do their dirty work in the dark, it's best if you leave right now before things get truly troublesome for you!" Henry continued, his tone becoming increasingly shrill as he tried to sound as composed and dignified as possible.

"My father is a man of immense power, and he will not take kindly to his heir being harassed by a nameless vagabond with a few parlor tricks! Turn back now, and perhaps I will consider showing you a shred of mercy when this is over!"

Su Ping, however, remained utterly unimpressed by the hollow threats being hurled his way.

Rather than deigning to reply to the man's desperate posturing, he slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the dark fog that had already devoured more than half of the village in its cold embrace.

To him, Henry was nothing more than a minor annoyance, a loud insect buzzing in the shadow of a much larger and more significant operation.

Henry squinted his eyes, trying to pierce through the gloom and the distance to see the figure's face. For a fleeting second, he felt as if he saw the figure up above move his lips, perhaps whispering a command or a final judgment that was swallowed by the high-altitude winds.

He couldn't be sure if it was a trick of the light or his own fraying sanity, but the uncertainty only served to deepen the pit of dread in his stomach.

His doubts were founded a second later when the thick, black fog surrounding the village began to tremble and churn violently.

It was as if the very air were boiling, the shadows swirling in a chaotic way that made the soldiers' heads swim as they tried to maintain their footing.

"What on earth is happening now?" one of the soldiers cried out, his voice thin with exhaustion.

"How is this even possible!" another screamed, pointing a shaking finger toward the shifting vapors or to be precise, what was stepping out of it.

Henry's attention was immediately ripped away from the sky and forced back toward the periphery of his camp.

His soldiers were all deeply disturbed, their formations breaking as they stumbled backward in a state of sheer panic.

As for the reason for their disturbance, it became clear the moment the first shapes began to emerge from the trembling fog.

The soldiers who had been stationed at the edge of the camp were the first to see them, and the screams they let out were filled with a level of horror that made the previous massacre look like a minor scuffle.

"W-What on earth is going on..." Henry muttered, unconsciously taking a long step back as his boots crunched on the gravel.

He felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he realized exactly what he was looking at.

Countless new figures were marching out of the dark fog, joining the ranks of the skeletons and the zombies that were already pressing the attack.

But these weren't ancient corpses or weathered bones from some forgotten grave. One only needed to take a single look to realize that all the men marching alongside the dead were the very same soldiers who had been killed just minutes ago.

They were the Montgomery scouts, the front-line infantry, and the men Henry had personally led across the border, now standing tall once again with empty, milky eyes and skin that had turned a sickly, translucent shade of grey.

"This is impossible!" Henry thought to himself, his heart hammering against his ribs so hard it felt as though it might crack a bone.

His fears were growing exponentially with every second that passed.

He had grown up hearing stories of necromancers, mages who lived in damp caves and could raise a handful of skeletons to do their bidding, but he had never heard of anyone in all the surrounding viscounties capable of controlling an army of this magnitude.

Even he himself was a necromancer, after all, he was the one who had been conducting those wicked experiments using captured adventurer's outside the city.

But in truth, he wasn't truly a necromancer, the real master of the dead in the breeding barracks was the zombie king he had summoned, he was merely bu

t a man who had gone to great lengths just to gather the materials needed to summon and bind such a being.