Chapter 194: Resurrection

【Descent of the Tree Realm】 is a spiritual technique with explosive power.

Once the Tree Spirit activates this skill, all nature-related spiritual techniques enter a state of no cooldown and no consumption.

This is also the reason why unlimited bombardment is possible.

Of course, at that time, the Tree Spirit's entire spiritual energy would be needed to maintain the Tree Realm projection, making it impossible to use spiritual techniques outside the nature system, and the consumption would be massive.

Judging by Vivian's current spiritual accumulation, twenty minutes is already her limit.

At this moment, after the ground was furiously carpet-bombed by countless skills, a large amount of dust rose from the surface.

Kali narrowed her eyes slightly: "The dust carries 【Sensing Isolation】; perception cannot penetrate it. That guy wants to split the battlefield."

Having said that, her body surged with mana, 【Flight Technique】 was quickly cast, and her aerial view was fully expanded.

Rod, of course, already knew this; he drew 【Sword of Dedication】 and rushed toward Vivian's position.

For now, Vivian under 【Descent of the Tree Realm】 poses the greatest threat.

Moreover, there is the drawback of massive spiritual energy consumption; under such a bombardment, Amel absolutely cannot escape unscathed, so whether he wants to flee or defeat everyone, he must prioritize eliminating Vivian.

Rod maximized his perception, but within the powder of 【Sensing Isolation】, he saw nothing.

Hoo—

A gust of mana hurricane appeared just in time, blowing the dust completely clean.

The elf Kali, in the distant half-sky, unleashed white wind-type mana from her hands.

【Sensing Isolation】 can block mana and spiritual sensing, but it cannot block vision.

"Well done, Kali."

Rod looked around and immediately found Amel, who was missing an arm, not far away.

He saw him holding his staff high, the incantation already finished, about to cast a spell.

How could Rod let him have his way.

Voom!

The rapidly moving body created violent friction with the air.

In the next instant, he appeared beside Amel.

The golden-gradient long sword shone with brilliant spiritual light.

【Eight Flashes】!

Eight sword shadows struck in an instant!

Rod's expression changed slightly.

It wasn't an ordinary spell shield; the feel was like cutting into thick mud.

He saw a pale green spherical shield outside Amel explode as the sword shadows passed through, simultaneously bursting forth eight greasy 【Corrosion Claws】 that collided head-on with him.

Relying on 【Dragon Scale Technique】, Rod didn't dodge at all, hard-blocking and delivering another 【Eight Flashes】.

Facing the plague mage's shocked expression, these eight swords struck him solidly in an instant.

The sound of the sword blade cutting through the wind ended almost in an instant.

Among them were a few strange 'clang-clang' sounds, like metal striking metal.

The bodies of most mages are extremely frail; without casting protective spells, even an ordinary child could sneak-attack and stab them to death with a knife.

Let alone someone like Rod.

Yet Amel was still not cut into several pieces by the sword blade; the eight sword wounds had almost severed his torso and limbs.

The fierce spiritual energy on the sword severed all the muscle touched by the blade; visibly, his entire body was like a broken tree chopped into pieces.

But not a single body part was cut off.

The sword struck solidly; besides that, there was a layer of mana net on his body surface and protection within his body.

Amel struggled to move his broken body.

A large-area 【Repulsion Technique】 pushed Rod and him apart.

Rod looked at the golden sword in his hand; no chipped edge, no cracks.

But he did feel the powerful resistance inside Amel's body.

"【Impact Resistance】 and 【Iron Bones】, both are protective spells specifically designed to counter melee attacks; the fact that he could hard-tank your move without being split in half is enough to prove his cultivation is quite impressive."

Kali, not far away, explained.

"Heh, you know... once a limb is severed, the mana pathways find it very difficult to return to their original smoothness."

Amel said with difficulty.

He stumbled, barely propping himself up with his staff, then spat out a large mouthful of blood.

All eight sword wounds had devastated parts of his body into conical impact sword pits; blood trickled down, quickly gathering into a pool of blood-colored lake beneath his feet.

Amel looked weakly at Rod and sneered: "I originally thought you were a guy who lives off soft rice, but I didn't expect you to have some skills..."

Rod was not surprised that Amel knew him.

During this period, there were many bards in the Twilight Hills; when they couldn't dig out the secrets of Coral Bay, they were also willing to turn their gaze toward that remote border town.

And Rod's feat of gathering various non-human girls to successfully repel two seventh-rankers had naturally, through their ballads, spread to all parts of the Aethelorn Kingdom.

Not long ago, he was interviewed by a bard in Shi Ying Town, who asked him what his view on girls was.

Rod openly expressed his universal love and sincerity, having no intention of playing with girls.

Therefore, he earned the title of 'Universal Lover' in the local newspaper.

As for this plague mage Amel, he had no thought of talking to him.

Obviously, others didn't either.

As soon as Rod created distance from him, Selena and Vivian in the half-sky launched another round of continuous spell bombardment.

Rod retreated continuously, leaving the bombardment range.

At this moment, Pan Ni appeared on the side, her face a picture of sorrow.

Only then did he remember: why was there no assault from the ghouls' undead army nearby?

Slacking off?

Impossible; Pan Ni was not the type.

Slacking off only happened with Tally, the pony girl, and the banshees.

"He used the 【Return to Death Array】 to return my undead servants to death again. Waaah!"

Oh, so that's how it is.

No wonder there was a pile of corpses on the ground.

Rod patted her head: "Go throw a few 【Shadow Balls】; you still have your ranged spell 【Rotten Flesh Bone】."

"But he is a Seventh-Tier; these spells probably won't do much."

"It's about participation, Pan Ni. You are a specialist in team battles; just participate in this battlefield where experts are being surrounded."

"Oh, alright."

Pan Ni was very dejected and was about to move forward dejectedly when Rod reached into her chest and secretly grabbed a handful.

She let out a soft moan and turned back to look at her master with a coquettish, resentful gaze.

Ever since 【Elibert's Secret Tome of Amorous Fun】, the ghouls had received abundant nourishment from vital essence, and her overall state had improved considerably.

Although she still looked corpse-like in her pallor and lack of elasticity, her rotting skin and withered hair had improved greatly.

At this moment, turning back resentfully with her hair partially obscuring her face, a delicate balance between coquettish charm and deathly aura was achieved, possessing a strange kind of allure.

In short, Rod's appetite was whetted.

But they were still in the midst of the battlefield; let's deal with that first.

He asked the elf in the sky: "Lady Kali, how is it?"

At this moment, Lady Kali glanced down at him, and on her characteristic elfish face was a look as if she were viewing trash.

"You won't even spare the ghouls, human?"

Rod coughed awkwardly and said solemnly: "The main matter is most important, Young Lady Kali; please report the situation."

The elf muttered two words under her breath; he did not hear them clearly.

"What?"

Lady Kali: "Nothing! An Arcane Mage cannot die so easily... Oh? Necromancy spells? What is this?"

"What's the situation?"

"He abandoned his body and resurrected by choosing a corpse from among the ghouls' undead servants."

(End of this chapter)