Nevjuul thought for a moment. He did not want to kill innocents. Even though he was raised by burning shades, he did not resort to killing unless he was instructed to or for his own life.
He wanted to enslave them, to control them. But they were not the Dead, they were alive. How would he do this?
"I am the god Nejerain! The God of all Nine Realms of Doom! Bow down to me and cease fighting, or I will crush you beneath my foot!" the Scrab Skeleton roared.
Nevjuul was shocked and fell to his feet, he did not cause that creature to talk!
"Young Necromancer, your people still haven't ceased their unholy arts? Meddling with the dead... But I reward you! You have risen me to take control of Oddworld!" the beast roared.
The Scrab Riders bowed down, shaking in fear.
"Dydokons! Rally your Clans!" the beast roared.
"For tonight, we raid the Gul-Ama-Rachi's Forest!"
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