Everyone: Poor Ghost Mage, Tens of Thousands of Bones Become an Army

Everyone was saying the Necromancer was a sewer, until they saw me. Is the mage afraid of getting close? My backhand is an [Undead Armor]. Not enough mage blue? My backhand is a [Forbidden Curse Continuous Shot]. The gods descended to earth and were arrogant, saying that they would punish mortals. Me (raised head): Since he is a person who has died once, then he is also an undead after all, right? Entry trigger: [Concept given: Everything can be undead]. God: What are you doing? Don't come over here! Result: I organized the sky full of gods and Buddhas into a phalanx of the dead, and moved bricks neatly on the construction site. From then on, the age of mythology ended and the Age of White Eagle came. "This world doesn't need gods, it just needs an undead boss who can stack up endless entries."