Chapter 194: Rebirth

【Tree Realm Descends】 is a spell with tremendous burst power.

Once the Tree Spirit activates this skill, all nature-related spells enter a state of no cooldown and no mana cost.

This is also why unlimited barrages are possible.

Of course, at that time, the Tree Spirit's entire mana must be devoted to maintaining the Tree Realm projection, rendering it unable to use any non-nature spells, and consuming enormous amounts.

Based on Vivian's current mana reserves, twenty minutes is already her limit.

At this moment, after countless spells have violently swept the ground, dust rises thickly.

Kalistre squints her eyes: "The dust carries 【Sensory Isolation】—perception cannot penetrate it. That guy wants to split the battlefield."

Saying this, she surged her magical energy and swiftly cast 【Flight Spell】, fully expanding her aerial view.

Luo De already knew—he drew 【Sword of Devotion】 and charged toward Vivian's position.

At present, Vivian under 【Tree Realm Descends】 is the greatest threat.

And there's another drawback: massive mana consumption. After this barrage, Amel absolutely cannot escape unscathed, so whether he wants to flee or defeat everyone, he must prioritize eliminating Vivian.

Luo De maximized his perception, but in the 【Sensory Isolation】 dust, he saw nothing.

Huh—

A magical hurricane appeared precisely, blowing the dust clean away.

The elf Kalistre hovered mid-air at a distance, her hands erupting in white wind magic.

【Sensory Isolation】 blocks magical and spiritual perception, but it cannot block vision.

"Well done, Kalistre."

Luo De scanned the surroundings and immediately spotted Amel, missing one arm, not far away.

He raised his staff, the incantation already complete, about to cast his spell.

Luo De wouldn't let him succeed.

Zzzt!

His high-speed movement created violent friction with the air.

The next instant, he appeared beside Amel.

The golden-gradient longsword blazed with brilliant spiritual light.

【Eight Flash】!

Eight sword shadows struck simultaneously!

Luo De's expression changed slightly.

Not an ordinary spell barrier—his blade felt like cutting into thick sludge.

A pale green spherical shield around Amel exploded as the sword shadows passed through, releasing eight greasy green 【Corrosive Claws】 that lunged straight at him.

Luo De, relying on 【Dragon Scale Technique】, didn't dodge—he pressed forward and unleashed another 【Eight Flash】.

Amid Amel's stunned expression, those eight swords struck him solidly in an instant.

The sound of blades cutting through air ended almost instantly.

Interspersed were several strange "clank-clank" sounds, like metal striking metal.

Most mages have extremely frail bodies; without protective spells, even an ordinary child could stab them to death with a knife.

Especially someone like Luo De.

Yet Amel wasn't sliced into pieces—eight sword wounds nearly severed his limbs and torso.

The fierce spiritual energy on the blade severed every muscle it touched; visibly, his entire body looked like a tree hacked to pieces.

But not a single limb was severed.

The blades struck true, yet there was also a layer of magical netting on his surface and internal defenses.

Amel painfully shifted his mangled body.

He cast a wide-area 【Repulsion Spell】, pushing Luo De away.

Luo De looked at the golden sword in his hand—no chipped edge, no crack.

But he definitely felt immense resistance inside Amel's body.

"【Impact Resistance】 and 【Steel Bones】—both are specialized defensive spells against melee. The fact he can withstand your attack without being cut in half proves his mastery is quite impressive," said Kalistre from afar.

"Hmph, you know… once a limb is severed, the magical pathways can't easily return to their original flow," Amel gasped.

He staggered, barely leaning on his staff, then spat out another mouthful of blood.

Each of the eight sword wounds carved a cone-shaped impact crater into his body; blood trickled steadily, pooling rapidly beneath his feet into a crimson lake.

Amel weakly gazed at Luo De and sneered: "I thought you were a kept man, but you've got some guts after all."

Luo De wasn't surprised he recognized him.

Lately, many bards had flooded the Twilight Hills; in their idle moments when they couldn't uncover the secrets of Coral Bay, they were happy to turn their gaze toward this remote border town.

And Luo De's feat of gathering various non-human girls to repel two high-rankers had naturally spread across the Kingdom of Atheron through their ballads.

Not long ago, a bard interviewed him in Shiying Town, asking his views on girls.

Luo De openly expressed his universal love and sincerity—no intention of playing with girls.

As a result, the local newspaper gave him the title "The Lover of All."

But as for this plague mage Amel, he had no desire to speak with him.

Clearly, neither did anyone else.

As soon as Luo De pulled back, Selina and Vivian in midair unleashed another relentless barrage of spells.

Luo De retreated continuously, moving out of the blast range.

At that moment, Pan Ni appeared beside him, face pale with distress.

Only then did he realize—where were the undead legions of the ghoul?

Slacking off?

Impossible—Pan Ni wasn't that kind of person.

Slacking only happened with Tally, the mare-girl, and the banshee.

"He used 【Rite of Return to Death】—re-killed my undead servants… Wuwu," she whimpered.

Ah, so that's why.

No wonder the ground was littered with corpses.

Luo De patted her head: "Go toss a few 【Shadow Balls】—you still have your ranged spell 【Rotting Bone】."

"But he's high-rank seven—these spells probably won't do much."

"It's about participation, Pan Ni. You're a team-fight specialist—just join in this siege. That's enough."

But he is seventh-rank; these spells probably won't have much effect.

Pan Ni looked dejected, slumping forward—until Luo De slipped his hand inside her chest and grabbed firmly.

She let out a soft whimper, turning back with a sultry, resentful glance at her master.

Since 【Elbert's Secret Book of Pleasure】, the ghoul had been nourished with abundant essence—her overall condition improved greatly.

Though still corpse-pale and lacking elasticity, her decaying skin and dry hair had significantly improved.

Now, with her hair half-concealing her face as she turned back with a mournful, alluring gaze, a delicate balance of charm and death emerged—strangely captivating.

In short, Luo De's appetite was stirred.

But they were still on the battlefield—deal with this first.

He turned to the elf in the sky: "Kalistre, how's it going?"

Kalistre looked down at him sideways, her typical elfish scowl filled with a look of contempt, as if he were trash.

"You don't even spare the ghoul, human?"

Luo De cleared his throat awkwardly, speaking seriously: "Focus on the mission, Miss Kalistre. Report the situation."

The elf muttered two words under her breath—he didn't catch them.

Luo De cleared his throat awkwardly and said seriously, "Business comes first, Miss Kalist, report the situation."

Kalistre: "Nothing! An arcane mage can't die so easily… Oh? Necromantic spell? What's this?"

"What's happening?"

"He abandoned his body and reanimated one of the ghoul's undead servants."

(End of Chapter)

He abandoned his physical body and reanimated one of the ghoul's undead servants.

(End of Chapter)