Chapter 178

In the distant lava, rolling like seawater, the scorching red light emitted reflected this large area into a fiery red color.

The surrounding rock walls had long been eroded by this scorching heat wave, all becoming extremely hot, with faint crimson light.

Over the years, the stones on these rock walls were no longer inferior to some metal ores.

At this moment!

In a huge cave at the very top of the rock wall,

A fire dragon with a huge body and a body covered in crimson scales was comfortably lying on various treasures of red-based gems and ores.

The other party was sleeping.

Without needing to get close, just the aura emitted invisibly was far beyond that of a powerhouse in the Hero-level domain.

Huff—

The sleeping fire dragon would occasionally exhale a scorching heat wave from its nasal cavity.

However, the originally sleeping and stretched body suddenly shook, as if it had sensed something.

Hum!

The fire dragon suddenly opened its eyes, lifted its long neck covered in crimson scales, and revealed a pair of crimson pupils that looked like burning flames.

Arrogant, fierce, and wise expressions flashed in its eyes, followed by being replaced by a sense of doubt.

Clatter!

The sudden movement caused a large amount of gems under its body to roll off, making a dense sound.

"There seems to be a powerful magic fluctuation." The fire dragon tilted its head, and a vicissitudinous and majestic voice echoed throughout the cave.

That powerful magic fluctuation just now disappeared the moment it appeared, so much so that the great perception of the dragon race woke it up from its dream.

As for whether it was an illusion?

Clatter—

The wide and thick fire-red wings flapped slightly, and two huge flames vibrated within the cave, and even the temperature increased by a few degrees.

The great Teol-Una!

How could there be an illusion!

In the dark cave, a pair of fierce crimson eyes flickered slightly.

The land of "Terror."

The aura of the dead permeated this land unscrupulously; this is a huge dilapidated city located in the red land.

The day is the world of the living, while the night belongs to the dead, especially in this land filled with the aura of the undead, it has completely turned into a paradise for the dead.

"Hiss—"

The eerie cry made by the rotten vocal cords of the undead vulture sounded in the air.

Skeletons and low-level dead-moving zombies wandered on this land and throughout the city.

Step—step—

The sound of footsteps, different from the undead, sounded from the dilapidated streets.

Khajiit carried various precious magic materials rarely seen in the outside world in his arms, carefully bypassed these undead, and headed toward a three-story hotel-style building in the center of the dilapidated city.

Although he is a living person now, as a necromancer, he naturally has ways to make these undead ignore him.

While Khajiit walked quickly, he would occasionally look up at a towering black tower in the very center and most conspicuous area of the entire city.

This is a special building that has no windows at all and looks like it was built as one piece; even in the middle of the night, this black tower is still very clear.

The pitch-black exterior seems even deeper than the night.

That is where the true master of this dilapidated land lives, and he and the Alliance Leader are just visitors.

The closer to the central area, the more one can feel the negative energy permeating the air.

A flash of heat and fear flickered in Khajiit's eyes; relying on the negative energy here, if he performed the "Spiral of Death" ritual, he might succeed.

This thought had just flashed through when it was quickly extinguished by Khajiit.

Although several months had passed since the resurrection, his strength had not fully recovered, especially the loss of the "Orb of Death," which made him lack confidence.

Damn bastard!

Don't let me find you!

Khajiit cursed through gritted teeth, then shrank his neck and quickly withdrew his gaze from the black tower.

The rich negative energy here is not something he can use, but rather the master here wants to rely on the gathering of a large number of undead to spawn stronger undead.

Several months.

Khajiit had also roughly guessed who the master of this dilapidated land, who could make their Alliance Leader visit and occupy a large area of land, was.

In this world, there exist terrifying beings who transcend the Great Magic Caster of the dead; they possess powerful strength that can easily destroy a kingdom.

According to the secret records of various countries, there are only three recorded.

Dragon of Dark Night Death Magic Caster — Kufangtala Angulus.

Giant God-kin Dark Night Death Magic Caster — Xiyueen,

And the most mysterious Dark Night Death Magic Caster known as the Shadow King, dubbed "Terror."

These three are clearly recorded in various countries, but even top nobles and some royal family members may not know of their existence.

Because for the living, not knowing is a kind of happiness.

And here!

Is the territory ruled by that most mysterious and terrifying existence.

Khajiit lowered his head, walked quickly into the three-story hotel building, and after arriving at the top floor, knocked gently on a room door.

Click!

The door opened automatically.

The "Zuranon" Alliance Leader, shrouded in pitch-black fog, appeared before Khajiit's eyes. "Levitate."

The "Zuranon" Alliance Leader extended a staff from his body and waved it toward Khajiit's direction.

The large amount of magic materials brought by Khajiit flew up out of thin air and began to be placed in various positions according to the complex ritual already set up in the room.

"After preparing for so long, did it still fail? It was within expectations; that insidious blond kid is not easy to deal with." The "Zuranon" Alliance Leader laughed in a low voice while setting up:

"That's fine, only failure can spawn a more fanatical yearning for power."

Khajiit stood respectfully to one side, his gaunt face and sunken eye sockets staring at the ground, carefully sweeping his peripheral vision toward the complex magic ritual.

As for what happened?

Khajiit already had some guesses; it was highly likely that he would not be the only one staying here.

Crack!

With the last magic material placed, the magic concentration in the entire room began to rise sharply.

The "Zuranon" Alliance Leader threw a blood-red potion bottle from the black fog wrapping his body into the magic ritual room.

Even though the blood-red potion bottle was sealed with a stopper, Khajiit could still smell the rich, foul, bloody smell that suddenly appeared in the air.

"Resurrection of the Dead!" A hoarse and low voice sounded.

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Great Wetland Lake, deep in the dense forest.

Tang Zheng held a pocket watch in one hand, checking the time on it, while occasionally sweeping toward the gray-robed mage's corpse.

"The time is even longer than the last time Khajiit was resurrected; are they preparing a resurrection ritual?"

Tang Zheng muttered to himself softly, without any impatience, still waiting quietly.

Time passed bit by bit.

Suddenly.

The gray-robed mage's body shook imperceptibly, and his whole body began to show signs of melting like snow under the sun.

Tang Zheng, who had been paying attention, naturally noticed this change at the first moment, and without any hesitation, chanted in a low voice: "Resurrection of the Dead!"

Hum—

The magic power fluctuation spread!

The melting phenomenon of the gray-robed mage's whole body stopped.

Unlike the previous resurrection using "Resurrection Magic" directly, Tang Zheng could clearly feel that the magic power fluctuation in the air had become manic.

Boom!

A sound like muffled thunder appeared out of thin air, as if two different forces were colliding!

The restless fluctuation formed an invisible heat wave, sweeping the surroundings, and the branches and leaves on the large number of twisted, strange trees around were blown to rustle by this strong wind!

"Hmph!"

Tang Zheng let out a cold snort; he could feel that in this invisible confrontation, he held the advantage.

Swish—

Tang Zheng directly increased the output of magic power, making the "Resurrection of the Dead" magic more condensed.

After a brief stalemate, the invisible shock dissipated. The gray-robed mage screamed and sat up from the ground, gasping for breath.

"Success."

"It seems the backup plan doesn't need to be used."

Tang Zheng looked at the gray-robed mage who had been resurrected in front of him, a smile appearing on his face, and he recalled the state of the magic confrontation just now, thoughtful:

"In the case of having a complete corpse, is releasing magic at close range far better than the effect of long-distance magic?"

After obtaining this experimental result.

Tang Zheng felt slightly relieved in his heart; next, he knew how to deal with Quine-Aise.

Bang!

Another muffled sound, and the gray-robed mage fainted again without any ability to resist.

The land of "Terror."

In the room.

The various precious magic materials set up had all turned into powder and scattered on the ground, and the entire room was as messy as if it had suffered a level 7 or 8 gale.

"Theocracy!"

The "Zuranon" Alliance Leader, shrouded in thick fog, let out an angry low roar.

The next day.

As the sunlight covered the wetland again.

Tang Zheng swept toward the profession skill of 【Mad Mage】 on the attribute panel, which showed it could be used again.

He killed the gray-robed mage, released the "Resurrection of the Dead" magic again, and dealt with the other party.

Only after using up all three times of the "Mad Meditation" profession skill was the gray-robed mage completely unable to be resurrected by resurrection magic.

Clatter!

A scorching fireball transformed from a lightning ball flew out from Tang Zheng's palm, landed on the gray-robed mage's corpse, and burned the other party to ashes.

"Was I being overly cautious?"

Tang Zheng looked at the gray-robed mage who had turned into ashes, raised his hands to rub his temples, and muttered to himself softly.

(End of chapter)