Mummy Evolution

This was a C-tier Tomb.

And C-Tier Tombs, at most, had Tier 2 Guardians!

Unlike A-tier Tombs like the Kemet Tomb, they were not so hard or complex. If you were strong enough, you could just steamroll through it.

"All of you, destroy! Grow stronger or die trying!"

The Tomb Slaves rushed into his surroundings with him as the center.

Shining Gold, Shining White, Shining Silver, Shining Black—all moved like phantoms across the solitary island atop the sea.

Meanwhile, the Kemet Soldiers—the weakest in Sett's army—dove into the waters, clashing with the horrors lurking beneath. They weren't afraid of drowning. They were Crypt Walkers, able to breathe underwater, move like specters, and fight relentlessly.

Sett watched from atop Lord Burrhen, now both Zainah and Zarah flanking his two sides. In a Tomb, it was not safe for them to be away from him, if they were close, he could protect them.

"Big bro, the ones you sent into the sea are being killed!" Zarah said in alarm.

Sett's focus shifted to the sea.

In mere minutes, the Kemet Soldiers—mostly Tier 1 Tomb Slaves—were being slaughtered. The sea turned crimson.

Sett smiled casually. "Fighting Sea Monsters inside the sea is just too hard."

But that was fine.

Sett looked at a Kemet Soldier who was wrapped under an octopus monster's tentacles. He bit and tore at its flesh, but it was useless. The creature forced its tentacles into his mouth, ripping his organs apart from the inside.

As the soldier perished, three other soldiers swarmed the beast, tearing it to shreds.

Its corpse lifelessly floated to the surface.

Lord Burrhen carried Sett closer and he stared at the corpses calmly.

The soldier, who had died, crumbled into ashes. It was impossible for a dead Tomb Slave to revive itself again. All the Tomb Hearts that were used to train it became useless as well.

Sett extended his hand toward the octopus.

Limitless Evolution Art—Tomb Slave!

"Obey your emperor—wake up and slay our enemies!"

The octopus stirred soon enough and began attacking its own fellow sea monsters. The octopus itself had lost all of its Tomb Hearts to the Kemet Soldier that had killed it, but soon enough, it gained other Tomb Hearts from enemies it killed.

Sett smiled.

And from then on, this scene continued happening. If Sett found that his own soldiers had fallen, he would make the rest of his army storm the murderer.

When the murderer died, they will also become part of Sett's army.

Thus, Sett's army never weakened.

Meanwhile, the Tomb Slaves that successfully killed their foes began to roar as they grew stronger.

They could grow stronger by murder just as Sett could.

Tier 1 Tomb Slaves became Tier 2.

Tier 2s fought desperately against others of similar level.

The Shining members especially, were fighting a fierce Tier 2 humanoid fish-man.

Sett looked at them and smiled.

Silver, end him!

An invisible hand-blade thrusted into the fish-man's mouth, killing him in a single blow. Sett moved towards the fish-man and awakened him as part of his army as well.

Another Tier 2 combatant joined his ranks.

But none of this mattered. Only the true elites—those who could battle at Tier 3—held any significance. After all, one strong Tier 3 enemy could kill all the weak Tier 2s in Sett's army!

Just as Sett was thinking that, a coldness made him look upwards.

An old humanoid creature made out of tree bark floated in the air, two wooden wings with leafy feathers flapping on its back.

"How dare you cause chaos to the seas, you wretched outsiders!"

Sett laughed. A Tier 2 Sacred level Guardian!

123 tons of strength?

"You are not my opponent!" Sett shouted. "Submit or die!"

"If I don't let the Wyrm help you, you are nothing!"

In an instant, the creature blurred forward.

A single punch, with enough power to drill a hole into ships, slammed into Sett's gut.

That was half as strong as Lord Burrhen!

Sett's abdomen, as durable as diamond, began to crack from the inside. Yet, he didn't let himself get flung away and held onto the Guardian.

This was a powerful beast.

The creature's wooden tentacles moved towards Zainah and Zarah as well.

"Die!"

Yet, just as it tried to move, the wooden man's face changed.

A slick and dark thing moved and coiled around him—as if it had been waiting in hiding all this time. A snake. An anaconda.

Then…

Crunch.

His own body, as strong and durable as diamonds, cracked.

Blood oozed out of him, green and poisonous.

Sett said gently: "Don't kill him, Ana."

The snake loosened.

Sett moved in front of him and raised his palm.

Death's Call.

The Guardian's defenses weakened.

Crush.

He crushed its neck, nearly killing it. Then, he threw the dying man at a Tier 1 Tomb Slave. It killed the man and absorbed all of the man's Tomb Hearts.

Sett moved closer to the corpse.

Limitless Magic.

Tomb Slave!

"Wake up."

A weak version of the wood monster stood up, green eyes lighting up. It crawled up to Lord Burrhen's back.

Sett looked at the Tomb Slave who had just absorbed all of the creature's Tomb Hearts.

Then, he smiled gently.

The Kemet Soldier walked forward and placed its head in front of the Wooden Man. Sett used Death's Call to weaken the soldier's body. And the Wooden Man simply opened its jaw wide and swallowed the Kemet Soldier.

All its Tomb Hearts were back to it.

Tier 2 Sacred!

Stronger than most human Tier 3s!

Sett closed his eyes.

This creature was the sole Guardian of this C-tier Tomb, the moment it became part of his Tomb Slave army, Sett felt an innate connection.

A connection with the space around him.

Now this C-tier Tomb belonged to him.

Sett didn't immediately do anything and just waited calmly—his army was still fighting. He decided to wait till only the strongest 50 remained alive.

The strong will be kept, the weak will be discarded.

It was like a bottle of gu. Sett had no feelings for his tools. That was the philosophy of his army.

For now, he retrieved something from his Inner Tomb and turned to look at the innocent Zarah.

"Close your eyes," he said, stepping closer.

Zarah's expression turned wary. "No way, why?"

Sett was clearly up to something.

"Close your eyes. Don't you trust your big bro?"

"Um… It better not be anything weird, big bro, or I'll cry." She shut her eyes but left a tiny gap to peek through.

Would he do something weird like throwing an insect into her mouth?

Zainah watched curiously from the side.

Sett pressed his palm over Zarah's eyes, fully closing them.

She pouted.

"Now open your mouth," he said.

She hesitated but eventually parted her lips. Her small fangs glinted under the sunlight.