Clayton, his slaves, and even the Followers of Thaleena had done a good job at putting a dent on numbers of the enemy brigade. Clayton did half of the work, really, but their collective effort was noteworthy.
Fast-forward to now, there were still about eight hundred enemies remaining. According to his estimation, the enemy had marched up here with a brigade of twelve hundred people, so it was no surprise that eight hundred of them remained even after the great dent he had caused in their numbers.
Since so many of them remained, it didn't take a mathematician to know that Clayton and his clones could not overwhelm, or even challenge the enemy for long. After half of his clones got slaughtered, the odds weren't looking so good for him.
This was why he demanded the system's help. He needed the numbers if he was going to end this battle once and for all!
Thankfully, the system was cooperative to some extent. She started making clones, but then whispered a threshold in his ear.
[You're close to hitting the limit of how many of the Undead you can resurrect, and clone clone.]
[I should've probably told you that you need to gather Soul Points, which you can then spend on creating clones, etc.]
"What the hell are you talking about?!" He shouted, as he jumped around the battlefield, harvesting one man at a time. "Thaleena damn you! You're like those fruit merchants! You put the biggest apples in the front for dumb men to buy!"
[If you didn't spend five minutes talking about revenge, I could've given you a more thorough introduction of the rules, and what I can offer. The ninety slaves I initially gave you were for free, but from this point onwards, you have to earn the rest.]
"Damn you and those damn souls you want to reap, demon!" He yelled out. "Give me as many slaves as you can!"
Clayton was convinced that he had made a good arrangement with the system before, but now he truly believed that he was possessed by a demon. He had a hard time respecting her, and he even dreaded having his soul binded with her, but as for this moment, he knew that he needed every little bit of help that she could offer her. He wanted to win this battle under any means necessary!
To his satisfaction, the system did raise some of the dead.
Five skeletons, some broken, some not, put themselves together. Skin and bone materialized on the skeletons within seconds, with enough tendons to get their bodies moving without any external help.
As these undead slaves rose from the ground, the system then multiplied them within the blink of an eye!
What were five, were fifteen.
What was fifteen, turned to forty five!
Was this enough to win the battle? Perhaps not, but paired with the slaves he already had, Clayton now commanded a total of eighty undead slaves! Most of them were clones, yes, but they were indistinguishable from the original skeletons, and should help him control the battle at least a little bit.
As his slaves pushed back, swinging their weaponry against the enemy, crushing heads, breaking arms, Clayton took one look around the battlefield, and knew that he didn't have too much of an advantage against the enemy. Even though his slaves fought brutally, and with no remorse, they were outnumbered ten to one!
Clayton wanted to think of a plan, but through trial and error he learned that he wouldn't achieve much if he yelled his lungs out while he tried to fix his recent problems. The system certainly didn't care to grant his every wish.
For that matter, he took a deep breath, and tried to keep a cool head. He recalled the system talking about points, so as thunderbolts and fireballs flew around, he took a couple of steps back, and tried to reason with the system as to knit his next plan.
"How can I get more slaves, system?" He asked. "How can I earn them?"
[You were damning me a moment ago. I don't feel like telling you now.]
"Come on…" He tried not to yell. "You promised me to exact my vengeance, and this is a very good time to start. I apologize if I offended you, but you have to work with me here. How do I get more slaves?"
[Fine… You can get more clones, or slaves as you call them, by essentially purchasing them through Soul Points.]
[You can get Soul Points every time you kill a creature, with or without the help of your clones.]
[Right now, you have a total of fifty points, which your slaves helped you gather this past minute. Fifty points can get you five slaves, but you don't have enough points for me to clone them.]
"Hmm…" He stroked his chin.
Clayton had a bit of trouble processing this information, because he had little experience with the system, and was approaching the situation cold, but there was one sentence that stuck with him. One that didn't require him to do a lot of math.
"So I need to kill more people?" He asked.
Before the system could answer, he started rushing through the crowd, elbowing his way through his unit of slaves, up until he reached the thin line that divided his troops from the enemy.
He got electrocuted along the way, which he hated as it pushed him back a few feet, but he was too amped up to let that stop him. He didn't get knocked out, he kept moving as if he was twenty five years old again, which was quite impressive for a man his age, and he managed to ram through the enemy line, ignoring the shields and swords.
The enemy was confused when they saw a naked man running through their ranks. Some even laughed, but this worked to his advantage greatly, because no one saw him as enough of a threat to try and stop him.
Some swung at him, a skilled swordsman even cut Clayton's head clean off!
But, when some men saw him, the naked man, grow a new head after losing his prior one, without so much breaking his running speed, they started to understand that something was wrong!
By then, it was too late, as he had already pierced into the middle of the brigade! Very close to the middle, at least.
"Can't trample me now, you sons and daughters of the unwed!" He mumbled, and initiated step two of his plan.