Chapter 391: Necronomicon

Damn it, I was still too careless.

Ye Bai clenched his fists secretly.

How could he have failed to think about the damage to Dahui's Soul?

He had only focused on whether Dahui's lifespan would have issues and whether the Death God's Curse had been lifted, but he had never once paid attention to whether Dahui's Soul had suffered any problems.

According to intelligence provided by the Yan Country, if a Pet Beast with a damaged Soul forcibly attempts to break through to the seventh rank, it is very likely to lead to the collapse of its Soul, followed by death and the dissipation of its cultivation.

As for the way to mend a Soul, the simplest and most effective method is to find heaven-sent treasures containing Souls.

Using a Soul to repair Dahui's Soul is best done with a treasure that shares the same origin as his own attributes.

Ye Bai did not want his old partner, who had been with him for so long, to die just like that because of an accident.

Whether a Soul is damaged or not, every city's Pet Beast Association has a palm-sized Soul Holy Stone.

As long as one gets close to the Soul Holy Stone, one can determine the state of the Soul based on the brightness of the light it emits.

He actually never went to do a Soul test; it was a miscalculation.

Fortunately, the Thunder God Crystal mended Dahui's Soul, otherwise Ye Bai would have felt guilty for the rest of his life.

Dahui was sitting cross-legged on the ground at this moment.

He was silently digesting the Thunder God consciousness within the Thunder God Crystal.

Even as wild thunder struck his body, Dahui was not affected in the slightest.

The thunder could be converted into Thunder Origin, filling Dahui's source.

It could be said that Dahui, having entered the seventh rank, already had the highest combat power among Ye Bai's Pet Beasts.

Thunder is inherently one of the most powerful laws in the world.

And with the Thunder God Axe and Thunder Armor in hand, Dahui is destined to become an existence like a Thunder Monarch in the future.

However, what surprised Ye Bai was that the Thunder Battle Ox had also followed Dahui to the mountain peak.

It let its body be riddled with holes by the thunder strikes, yet it still walked up step by step.

It seems the power of a role model is incomparably great.

It was precisely because it had a goal that acted like a needle to calm the sea that the Thunder Battle Ox persisted until the end.

And precisely because of this, the Kui Ox bloodline was thoroughly awakened, and the Thunder Battle Ox was constantly transforming in the direction of a Kui Ox.

But Ye Bai could not estimate how long this improvement would take; perhaps it would only take a few short minutes, or perhaps it would take ten days or half a month.

For Ye Bai now, all he had to do was wait, waiting for the final ripe fruit to appear.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Bai planned to organize several papers to publish on the platform.

For example, the evolution process of the Rose Empress and the origin of the Ice-Fire Rock.

These achievements had only been announced in the Beautiful Country, and Ye Bai had not yet had time to organize them into papers.

However, precisely because they were announced in the Beautiful Country, Ye Bai had no need for supporting materials; the Beautiful Country would naturally vindicate him.

Otherwise, the Global Youth Research Conference would become a naked joke.

This was a global live broadcast; only a fool would deny Ye Bai's research results on the spot.

Ye Bai could use these few papers to accumulate enough Imperial Capital University credits to quickly complete a doctoral fast-track.

To graduate with a doctorate, one only needs one hundred thousand Imperial Capital University credits to obtain a doctoral degree certificate.

As for wanting to be a lecturer, associate professor, or professor at the school, that is another price entirely.

On the other side, the news that Ye Bai was cloning a Kui Ox spread through secret channels.

Very quickly, other underground organizations learned of this news.

The Kui Ox also posed a great threat to these underground organizations, especially those that specialized in undead or dark magic.

The mere cry of a Kui Ox could shock the undead, causing them to break away from their decaying bodies and return to the embrace of the heavens.

Among them, the impact on the Necromancer was the greatest.

The advantage of the Necromancer lies in its undead army, and its disadvantage also lies in its undead army.

What's more, the Necromancer had consumed most of its accumulated wealth in order to break through to the eighth rank.

Now, it was nothing more than a pitiful pauper who was so poor that it only had money left.

Most of the troop types in the undead army it was so proud of had been sacrificed to the Monarch of Hell in exchange for a chance at its own breakthrough.

Once the Kui Ox was cloned, the death of the Necromancer would not be far off.

This was definitely aimed at it; it was currently at its weakest.

If its former undead army were still around, the Necromancer naturally would not be so afraid.

After all, no matter how much a Kui Ox suppresses them, it still fears the Undead Sea tactic.

However, with the small number of undead currently in its hands, it was quite passive.

The Necromancer was afraid.

If it wanted to survive, it had to rely on the power of its companions.

Thus, the Necromancer took this opportunity to summon everyone over.

In the underground base of the Gospel Society, the air was filled with cyan-blue Soul Fire, and mourning torches made of countless skulls emitted bursts of blue light.

The faint light barely illuminated the endless cold and dead silence of the underground cavern.

The air was permeated with a faint smell of sulfur, and from time to time, some viscous liquid dripped down from the stalactites piercing through skulls above.

Accompanied by the low and continuous sound of dripping water, a cluster of starlight appeared silently in the air.

"Every time I come to the Gospel Society's base, I always feel that this place is disgusting."

"However, this can be considered the lair that the Necromancer has painstakingly managed."

"The Necromancer has an absolute sense of security here."

Star Sage pinched his nose, accelerated the speed of his nebula, and left this place before the liquid could drip down.

In fact, the founder of the Gospel Society is the Necromancer; Bianda, the Demon Swordsman, and the Star Sage all joined the Gospel Society later, becoming its four giants.

The Necromancer does not know how long it has lived.

It has replaced its own skull with a skeleton crafted from Refined Gold, Mithril, and Red Copper.

In this secret lair, the Necromancer has also hidden a Ninth Rank forbidden spell.

It was only through the talent of omniscience and omnipotence that the Star Sage learned of this intelligence.

The Star Sage, that is, Chu Han, used Divinity to create a third talent.

At the same time, she also split herself into three Clones: the Sun Sage, the Moon Sage, and the Star Sage.

Each Clone's abilities have a different focus.

Moreover, the Clones can transform into one another.

Bianda is a follower of the Goddess of Whipping and Suffering; they take suffering as their doctrine and the thorn whip as the ritual implement of their sect.

They are the creators of misfortune and disaster, transforming victims into believers by creating one tragedy after another.

Behind the Demon Swordsman is a certain monarch of the Abyss, and all his power originates from the Demon Sword.

This Demon Sword, made from the spine of a demon, is what truly counts as the Demon Swordsman's true body.

The body hidden under the helmet is merely a puppet inhabited by the Demon Sword.

Complex magic runes are carved into the rock walls of the cave.

They flicker in and out of existence in the dim light, with wisps of black flowing light wandering across the rock walls.

Once an outside enemy invades, these magic runes will be activated instantly, blasting any rats that have snuck in to death on the spot.

The ground is covered with countless skeletons and dust.

In the corners, skeletons wearing armor crafted from steel stand like silent guards, arranged in an orderly fashion.

Their eye sockets are hollow, yet they are constantly watching every movement around them; behind them is a steel shield nearly two meters tall.

The weight of the shield and armor makes the skeletons' bones emit a teeth-gritting crunching sound.

The cyan-blue Soul Fire in their skulls is monitoring everything around them.

If an outside enemy invades, they will immediately revive, becoming a shield to block the enemy.

The Star Sage piloted the Nebula and arrived at the end.

It is not that she did not want to use space magic and adopt the method of Space Transfer to get here.

It is that the Necromancer had long since set up an anti-air magic array over the lair; anyone intending to use Space Transfer to teleport over would be directly transferred to the Ma Li Na Hai Gou ten thousand meters below.

The pressure ten thousand meters down could instantly crush a Seventh Rank powerhouse into a compressed biscuit.

The center of the base is a huge black altar, scattered with dried bloodstains, emitting an aura that makes one's hair stand on end.

Surrounding the altar are tall stone pillars, with magic veins like green vines entwined around them, flickering with a faint, ghostly green light.

In the one-by-one, error-free version!

This is the source of the Necromancer's power, and also the place where it summons and enslaves dead souls.

The skeleton mages have their robes fluttering; they are expressionless, gripping their Scepters tightly, and are focused on performing some kind of forbidden ritual.

Occasionally, from some bottomless dark corner, a slight tremor comes, as if a trapped Soul is struggling unwillingly.

The Star Sage finally appeared at a round table crafted from gold.

"Necromancer, can you grant us permission to use Space Transfer?"

"Every time I come to the Gospel Society's lair for a meeting, it's like exploring an underground demon cave."

"I've almost stepped into traps several times."

The Star Sage complained loudly.

The Necromancer clasped its hands together, the Soul Fire in its skull appearing exceptionally calm.

"Star Sage, please forgive me, my strength is not as great as the three of you."

"I must, of course, preserve myself; I don't want to be invaded because of this loophole."

"What if my head were to be made into a chamber pot by someone?"

The Necromancer's words made the Star Sage laugh in anger.

The dignified four giants of the Gospel Society are actually this 'steady'.

Her gaze fell upon the Golden Scepter gripped in the Necromancer's hand.

Having lost the Grave Whip, the Necromancer had found a new Golden Skeleton Scepter.

On the back of the Skeleton Scepter were actually the wings of an angel and a demon.

However, the magic patterns decorating it were full of the aura of Hell.

Even the blue flames burning on the Scepter were Hellfire.

It seems the Necromancer has hooked up with a monarch of Hell.

Bianda was using a Dementor to wipe her thorn whip.

The Dementor was pricked by the thorns, emitting miserable and desperate wails.

For it, a dignified Dementor feared by everyone, to be treated like a rag to wipe a thorn whip, that is a truly outrageous event.

The Demon Swordsman had his arms crossed, closing his eyes to rest, though he was leaning very close to Bianda; it was clear the two had formed an alliance.

However, the Demon Swordsman was wearing a demon helmet, and all his expressions were hidden beneath it.

A long blade crafted from a demon's spine was hanging at his waist, with countless eyes looking around in all directions.

The Star Sage calmly took in everyone's expressions.

The Necromancer's anxiety and unease.

Bianda's disdain.

The Demon Swordsman's indifference.

"Necromancer, what is it this time, summoning everyone here?"

The Star Sage said lazily.

This guy never visits the temple without a reason.

Every time the Necromancer summoned everyone for a meeting, it was never with good intentions; he was always hoodwinking others into charging into the fray.

Always spending his energy on scheming, his strength was naturally the lowest among them.

Aside from his truly poor talent, this guy's luck was also really nothing to write home about.

Like last time, when the inheritance of the Blood Saint Son was not obtained, causing the Necromancer to fall short at the final hurdle—this could be considered the only time the Necromancer had suffered a loss.

The internal division of the Gospel Society intensified: Bianda and the Demon Swordsman were one faction, the Necromancer was one faction, and the Clones of the Sun, Moon, and Star Sages were yet another.

However, this discord was only in the shadows; on the surface, everyone was still quite restrained.

After all, once rumors of discord broke out, the Gospel Society would be targeted by other forces and subsequently swallowed up by them.

"Necromancer, you still haven't given me the Undead Bible from last time."

"Could it be that you intend to go back on your word?"

The Star Sage knew how to pick at a scab.

The Necromancer felt as if he had taken an arrow to the knee.

He had the nerve to say that; back then, he had promised so much and borrowed wealth from them, and they had all agreed so nicely, yet at the final moment, each of them had their excuses.

Now they even dared to demand the Undead Bible from him; it was simply going too far!

The Soul Fire within his skull began to vibrate intensely, nearly splitting into several pieces.

It was clear that the Necromancer was angry to the point of going mad.

But very quickly, the Necromancer returned to calm.

"Star Sage, I will give that to you later."

The Star Sage sat on a nebula and continued to mock, "How long is 'later'? Give me a specific time."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind summoning a Xingjie Behemoth to completely shatter your body, leaving only a skull behind."

"I actually have my eye on your head; I want to make it into a cute and obedient ornament."

The Star Sage grinned, and the Necromancer could feel the Star Sage eyeing him with ill intent.

She was definitely not joking; she would do what she said.

After all, that was the Star Sage's style, and the Necromancer even regretted recruiting this crazy woman into the Gospel Society.

She looked calm and quiet, but in reality, she was crazier than anyone.

Facing the Star Sage, who was only one step away from the Ninth Rank, the Necromancer pretended to swallow, then obediently and helplessly picked up the Bone Staff and tapped it against the ground.

Two beams of black light shot out from the eye sockets of the staff, converging at a point in mid-air.

A pitch-black book made of white bone fell from within.

"This is the Undead Bible."

The Necromancer was somewhat reluctant as he held the book up.

He was only at the early stage of the Eighth Rank now, and the gap between him and the Star Sage was too great.

If a direct conflict were to occur, the Star Sage might suppress him on the spot.

Unless Bianda and the Demon Swordsman could support him.

"Truly worthy of being a girl with three talents; the progress of her cultivation is indeed terrifying."

(End of chapter)