Chapter 89: Khajit Dies, the Orb of Death is Obtained!

Khajit’s shrill, incredulous voice rang through the graveyard, a look of terror surfacing on his face.

In the distance.

The dazzling light emitted by the six Flame Archangels seemed to be the only light in the graveyard.

A formless sense of pressure surged forth.

Khajit’s throat bobbed a few times, and a layer of dense sweat broke out on his bald forehead.

If the reality before his eyes were not staring him in the face, he would have surely thought he was dreaming; to think someone could summon six Flame Archangels in one breath!

"Do it!" Tang Zheng’s hoarse voice rang out, without any intention of wasting words.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The six Flame Archangels moved simultaneously; four of the Flame Archangels engaged the four Skeleton Warriors, while the other two charged toward Khajit, who was acting as the spellcaster.

Seeing this scene,

Panic appeared on Khajit’s face. The distance between him and Tang Zheng was about one hundred meters, which was a perfectly safe distance for a spellcaster.

Coupled with the large number of low-level undead between the two sides, it was an extra layer of insurance for Khajit, who was a necromancer.

Only!

The Flame Archangels could fly.

The large number of low-level undead in the middle could not act as any sort of obstruction at all. The bright figures swooped in, carrying an unpleasant holy aura.

"Damn it!"

Khajit’s first reaction was to call back the Skeleton Warriors, but he soon realized that the Skeleton Warriors were being held back by the other four Flame Archangels.

Even if he wanted to re-summon new Skeleton Warriors, he would have to wait until the current ones were destroyed or voluntarily dismissed; it was already too late now.

Swish!

The Flame Archangels had already charged over, their scorching flame swords swinging down.

"Skeleton Wall!"

Khajit shrieked.

Boom!

A loud noise erupted from the ground as a skeleton wall, composed of a large number of arm bones, stood horizontally between Khajit and the Flame Archangels, blocking the attack.

However, he did not have only one opponent!

Whoosh!

Another Flame Archangel flew in from the side, its sharp, scorching attack descending.

"Shield Wall!" Khajit retreated a step in panic, his Shadow Staff flashing.

A formless protective barrier wrapped around him, blocking the attack once more!

"Negative Burst!"

A hint of despair had already seeped into Khajit’s eyes as he roared in anger; he knew his previous decision had been a mistake.

Because he was worried about Tang Zheng’s hidden companions, he had committed all the Skeleton Warriors he could summon, intending to end the battle quickly.

This resulted in him having no defensive force of sufficient strength around him, other than the low-level undead!

Now.

Facing the arrival of death, Khajit’s mind suddenly became clear.

He realized that since Tang Zheng could summon multiple Flame Archangels, could he not also summon an equal number of Guardian Angels?

He had used the Guardian Angels to lure away the undead in this area first.

From beginning to end, there was only that one person!

It was just that he had subconsciously assumed Tang Zheng could only summon two angels, so he hadn't considered...

No!

The situation before him was the only thing that was truly unpredictable.

Boom!

A beam of pure black magic shot out, striking the Flame Archangel closest to Khajit.

Compared to the scene where the Guardian Angel was easily repelled, this magic attack only caused the Flame Archangel to pause for a moment.

Pfft—

A flame sword pierced in from the front; the blood-colored mage robe rippled with a circle of magic—that was the defensive magic cast upon the robe, but it only held for a moment.

The flame sword pierced through the mage robe and into Khajit’s chest.

"Ah, cough..."

The intense pain caused Khajit to let out a miserable scream, followed by a large amount of blood coughing from his mouth.

Khajit’s eyes were filled with unwillingness as he looked toward the direction of Tang Zheng, but his vision was already blurring, and he could only fixate on the "Orb of Death" gripped tightly in his right hand.

At this moment!

The Orb of Death began to emit a deep, black-iron luster. A flash of ruthlessness crossed the depths of Khajit’s eyes, and his blood-coughing mouth opened: "Terror of the sunken, absorb all of my..."

Swish!

Another Flame Archangel had already appeared at his side, the flame sword in its hand slashing down rapidly, severing the arm Khajit was using to hold the "Orb of Death."

"Ah!"

Khajit screamed again.

With a dull "thud."

The "Orb of Death" slammed onto the ground and rolled down the steps of the dilapidated temple, the black-iron luster it had been emitting dissipating once more.

Plop—

After severing the arm, the second Flame Archangel swung its sword backhand, sending blood spraying into the sky.

Khajit’s field of vision suddenly turned blood-red; he seemed to see his own headless body. All his unwillingness and anger seemed to vanish like his fading strength.

So unwilling...

Resurrection...

Magic... As his final consciousness dissipated,

Hum—

"Experience gained: 3251"

[Experience Bar: 3462/10000]

Tang Zheng saw the information displayed on the attribute panel, looked up at the executed Khajit and the rotten corpses that had collapsed in a heap after losing control, and raised a hand to press the monocle on his left eye.

"You really did pick a troublesome opponent."

Tang Zheng muttered to himself, "However, although I am curious what other means you had, I cannot let you unleash your ultimate move before you die."

Under the circumstance of being closed in on by two Flame Archangels, Khajit, as a spellcaster, had not only blocked two attacks in succession but even managed a counterattack.

Could such strength really only rank at the bottom in [Zuranon]?

Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!

The Skeleton Warriors, who were entangled with the four Flame Archangels, lost their caster and began to collapse and dissipate after holding on for only a moment.

=9+Shu_ba

The six Flame Archangels flew down from the sky and landed around Tang Zheng.

"The worst-case scenario did not occur; I still have four Flame Archangel scrolls on hand."

"Who says production classes have no combat power."

To be honest, if he were in the situation he had just faced, he would probably have felt his scalp tingle just like Khajit.

This could also be considered the power of "pay-to-win."

After an intense battle, relying on the method of dumping scrolls.

Tang Zheng’s own mana remained well-preserved, and his physical stamina had likewise not been consumed.

Which means!

Even if some accident occurred, Tang Zheng could fully launch another battle, or even depart with ease.

No wonder that after the Bone King first descended into the other world, his first reaction was to check the various items and objects in his item box.

He only felt at ease after discovering that all his items and props were present. He lamented to himself that even if all the Floor Guardians in the Great Tomb betrayed him,

he would still be able to make a safe withdrawal.

Step!

Tang Zheng took a step and walked toward the direction of Khajit’s corpse, soon noticing the object that had rolled onto the ground.

It seemed to have merged into the ruined ground, looking completely ordinary, like a black stone—the "Orb of Death."

Tang Zheng did not pick it up immediately, but instead controlled one of the Flame Archangels to pick up this "Orb of Death" from the ground.

He was very clear that this magic item could interfere with a person’s consciousness, even to the point of exerting influence.

Flap~

The Flame Archangel gently flapped its wings, holding the Orb of Death in its hands, hovering in front of Tang Zheng.

"It cannot exert influence on summoned creatures."

Tang Zheng sensed the Flame Archangel carefully and found that he could still easily manipulate it; there was no influence or obstruction in the process.

"Item Appraisal!"

A blue light enveloped the "Orb of Death."

Item: Magic Item · Special Craft · Orb of Death

Level: High-tier (lv 30–40)

Effect: Energy Gauge (75/300)

——Passive

Negative Energy Absorption: Can absorb negative-attribute energy to restore the energy gauge.

Negative Energy Corrosion: Prolonged contact can cause negative energy erosion, leading to transformation into an undead or death.

Natural Intelligence: Possesses independent consciousness.

Will Influence: Subject to "Natural Intelligence" judgment, it will continuously exert an influence on the holder's consciousness, with a more intense effect on human species.

——Active

Undead Creation · Low-tier Enhancement I: Can create one additional undead of the same rank.

Undead Summoning · Low-tier Enhancement I: Can summon one additional undead of the same rank.

Undead Control · Low-tier Enhancement I: Can increase the number of low-tier undead controlled, depending on the caster's strength.

Bone Dragon Summoning: Consumes 100 energy.

……

"Hiss."

Tang Zheng saw the information displayed by the item appraisal, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times.

This was simply a magic item tailor-made for necromancy-type casters, and the number of effects on it actually reached eight.

There were four passive abilities alone!

Even if these four abilities provided no buffs to the caster and were instead negative effects, one still could not deny that this magic item was already beyond specifications.

Damn it!

It wasn't that I didn't want to update that chapter yesterday; I just don't know what happened, I suddenly felt a bit sleepy, and originally I just lay on the bed to nap for a while, but when I opened my eyes, it was already dawn.

I'll post this chapter first at noon, and I'll post at least two chapters tonight!

(End of chapter)