Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1433 - 403: Judgment Red Shadow and the Native Inhabitants of Hell (Double-length, Bonus for Alliance Hierarch)

A sense of helplessness flickered within Yingying as it muttered softly, its massive, elegant form coiling through the emptiness of the Nether Sky with a trace of dissatisfaction.

At this moment, every sharp, frigid scale covering its body was etched with a dense array of glowing runes.

A precise count would reveal exactly ninety-nine of these marks.

These runes were distributed with perfect symmetry across various sections of Yingying’s frame.

Each individual rune served as the anchor for a single blood-red undead.

Yingying’s frustration came from the sudden realization that it had hit a fundamental bottleneck.

No matter how much more undead energy it tried to consume, it couldn't manage to dominate a hundredth phantom.

This feeling of annoyance was fleeting, however, as Yingying quickly regained its composure.

Command over ninety-nine undead warriors was already an incredible windfall for its combat strength.

With a mere flicker of its will, the laws of Purgatory surged forth, cloaking the entire area.

Within this crimson, hellish landscape, the ninety-nine blood-red phantoms stood in orderly ranks, resembling a miniature legion of the damned.

Guided by Yingying’s intent, this ghostly battalion marched out from the depths of the Purgatory void.

Because of their vast numbers, Yingying could only provide enough Cultivation power for each undead to reach the leader tier.

Even so, as they mobilized as one, their combined aura resonated so fiercely that the nearby space began to ripple, drawing the shocked gazes of many Nether Soul Palace disciples.

These were its loyal subordinates!

A flash of pride crossed Yingying’s face as it surveyed the ninety-nine blood-red undead that had manifested.

But then, remembering the clumsy, instinctual way they had attacked during its first tests, Yingying’s expression suddenly stiffened.

They were ignorant of how to wield the Dao or rules, relying entirely on raw physical force.

If they continued to fight like that, even their combined efforts would barely pose a threat to an enemy at the same tier as Yingying.

How could this be fixed?

It felt quite conflicted.

"Are you facing a dilemma?"

A voice echoed from the void as the Soul Venerate materialized, his eyes shimmering with curiosity as he observed the ninety-nine blood-red phantoms flanking Yingying.

"Yo! ╚(ŏoŏ)╝" (Their strikes are far too weak!)

Yingying looked toward the Soul Venerate and immediately sought his counsel.

"The issue lies in their lack of spiritual intelligence," the Soul Venerate explained, instantly identifying the flaw. "Their minds are too hollow to channel the power of rules, which is why their combat style is so primitive."

"However, this is not an insurmountable obstacle."

"Yo? ╚(⊙o⊙)╝" (What is the solution?)

Yingying’s eyes sparkled with hope upon hearing that the Soul Venerate had a way to fix the problem.

If these ninety-nine undead could truly master the rules, they would become an invaluable asset.

"There are two paths you can take." Seeing Yingying’s eagerness, the Soul Venerate’s eyes crinkled with amusement. "The first path involves infusing them with greater spiritual essence, granting them the ability to think and reason."

"Once they possess wisdom, they will naturally learn to manipulate the power of rules."

Yingying nodded, considering the idea.

Giving them spiritual intelligence to make them like living creatures?

It seemed like a viable strategy.

"But..." the Soul Venerate’s tone grew serious, "there are downsides to this approach."

"Firstly, it is incredibly difficult, as creating true intelligence requires far more spiritual material than these undead currently possess."

"Secondly, they obey you now because they lack a will of their own; if they gain intelligence, there is a high risk they might try to defy your commands."

Yingying blinked.

It remembered how much effort it took to fully suppress and dominate the Ghost of the Seven Sins.

Trying to keep ninety-nine intelligent undead in line would be an exhausting nightmare.

"Yo? ╚(⊙o⊙)╝" (Then what about the second path?)

"The second path is much more straightforward." The Soul Venerate paused. "Their current essence is tied directly to your own understanding of the rules. Essentially, these phantoms have become an extension of your own power."

"I happen to possess a Secret Technique. It allows you to engrave your own Talent Skills directly onto the undead."

"That way, they can execute your Talent Skills, using those skills as a medium to trigger the rules."

They could use its own Talent Skills!

Yingying’s excitement peaked.

Its Talent Skills were incredibly potent. If these ninety-nine undead could use them, their combat effectiveness would skyrocket, making them dangerous even to opponents of Yingying's own level.

"There is a catch, however." Noticing Yingying’s joy, the Soul Venerate spoke calmly. "Because their spiritual capacity is limited, each undead can only hold one Talent Skill."

"This means each ghost can only perform one specific move of yours, and once the imprint is made, it can never be changed."

Yingying nodded to show it understood.

Despite the restriction, this method was still highly appealing.

But...

Yingying turned its crimson dragon eyes toward the Soul Venerate with a pleading look.

"Hahaha!" The Soul Venerate laughed loudly as a gray-black light emerged from the surrounding soul mist, carrying a ghostly glow toward Yingying. "Here, take it."

"Your Beast Tamer even shared the Guardian Beast Co-operation technique; giving you this small Secret Technique is the least I can do."

Yingying let out a cheerful cry of thanks and touched the spectral light. The glow vanished instantly, and a complex Secret Technique took root in Yingying’s mind.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Yingying turned its gaze back toward the blood-red undead, who stood waiting like statues for their next order.