Chapter 222: The Vanished A Maiya

Boom!!

Again a fireball explodes among the Undead, the blast devouring a dozen Undead, turning them to ash, but soon more Undead fill the void left by the flames.

Naimi Xisi's face was as pale as paper; he knew the mana of his simulacrum was nearly exhausted.

"Haven't you given up yet? How many Spell Slots do you still have? To be honest, lasting this long already surprises me." In the sky, Waliwusi lowered his eyes and gazed at Naimi Xisi, who was about to be engulfed by a tide of Undead, and said lightly.

He was indeed surprised; the Mage before him was only a Seventh Ring Mage, and even with Mana's aid, logically his mana should have been exhausted long ago.

Naimi Xisi clicked his tongue, a bit annoyed. As a Mage, multitasking is normal, but now most of his true self's energy is spent on inscribing Artifact Runes, which also makes it impossible for him to monitor everything in battle.

Thousands of Undead already gave him a headache, and that Mage from the Dragon-Worship Cult kept using spells to ambush him, forcing him to constantly dodge with Mana.

This caused his entire body not only to have depleted Spell Slots, but even his Mana was nearly spent.

"The simulacrum's power is still insufficient."

Naimi Xisi sighed; simulacra are indeed stronger than same‑tier Mages, but against a Ninth Ring Mage they still fall short.

But Waliwusi also suffered losses; in the recent battle, his carefully crafted Undead army lost more than half, with only a little over a thousand Skeletons and Zombies remaining, and even the precious Soul‑Prison Demon he lost one.

Although gathering corpses on this new continent is very easy, creating Undead still costs.

Losing so many just to kill a Seventh Ring Mage left him extremely depressed.

Not only Naimi Xisi, but the thousand knights fighting the Kingdom Army were also overwhelmed, losing many men; although the Kingdom Army's strength and equipment are inferior to theirs, they win in numbers, and now they can no longer hold the ground.

Naimi Xisi shook his head, stopped casting, and simply stood still, watching Waliwusi.

Waliwusi ordered the Undead to restrain him, and it drifted down to the ground: "Swear to the gods, offer me your loyalty, and I may spare your life."

He looked at the Mage before him, a hint of expectation arising in his heart; so many Spell Slots indicated the opponent's intelligence talent was outstanding, and such a genius, if he submitted, would contribute to the Dragon-Worship Cult's cause.

But the one whose eyes were already in despair only gave a slight smile, did not grasp this last lifeline, and instead looked at him with a hint of mockery.

"We will meet again."

Naimi Xisi stared at him, saying word for word, and the next moment his body turned into a mass of ice and snow, melting into water that seeped into the ground.

"What?!"

Waliwusi was startled, hurriedly stepped forward, crouched on the ground, and touched the liquid the Mage had become.

"It's water. Is this a simulacrum?!"

Waliwusi felt a surge of turbulent waves in his heart, barely daring to believe his discovery.

That Mage could only cast Seventh Ring spells, could not exceed level 14; just that, Waliwusi would never have taken him seriously.

But everything before his eyes proved that the opponent he had been battling with his carefully crafted Undead army was merely a simulacrum?!

Regarding the extremely rare spell "Simulacrum Art", Waliwusi also had some knowledge; even though he is not adept at illusion, he knows the profession level of a simulacrum is only half that of a Spellcaster's true self.

In other words, the owner of this simulacrum was actually a 28th‑level Archmage?!

"No wonder. No wonder he has so many Spell Slots," Waliwusi muttered, feeling his mind in chaos; the Golden Legion actually has a 28‑level Legendary Mage? How could this be possible?

The Dragon-Worship Cult also has its own information sources in the Am Empire; regarding the Empire's strongest Legendary Mage—"Flowing Gate" Baolis, he has also heard of him, but that one is only a 24‑level Legendary Mage.

Where did this big boss come from? He even dared to brag to the opponent just now?!

Thinking of his own arrogance earlier, Waliwusi now felt a shiver, as if a terrifying Legendary spell could emerge from nowhere and crush him to dust.

The Dragon-Worship Cult's strength is not weak; not to mention the powerful Dragon Lich allies, even the Cult itself houses a Legendary Spellcaster.

But this is a new continent, and Waliwusi is alone; what power does he have to contend with the other side?

At this moment Waliwusi only wants to immediately summon the Ninth Ring spell "Gate to Another World", and flee the new continent back to Frelen.

"Find him"

In a daze, a faint ethereal female voice reached his ears, causing Waliwusi's expression to change.

"Great Dragon Mother"

Waliwusi knelt on the ground, full of respect; he cast aside everything that had just happened, because he knew that voice was a warning from the Dragon Mother.

He must complete his mission.

!

"Find that child. And the silver dragon"

The voice vanished, and Waliwusi was a little stunned.

The child is his mission, but the silver dragon? What is that?

The oracle gave new information, and since delving deeper might encounter that 28‑level Legendary Mage, Waliwusi thought for a while and decided to leave this land of trouble first.

The Golden Legion's power is so great, Nik Sa Lan's fall is already an unstoppable future; he must prepare for the Dragon Mother's oracle.

As for the Ku Er Ta Ka army?

They are just a group of doomed dead.

——

In front of Pan Ku Lu's pyramid, under the three gods' banners, An Lie Si Tong quietly awaited the arrival of the Kingdom Army.

Sai Fa Er and Xia Nai also stood on the high platform, gazing into the distance.

"Master, do we really have to stay here?" Xia Nai asked with some worry.

Sai Fa Er brushed his white beard, did not answer, but raised another topic: "What about A Maiya? Still not found?"

Xia Nai sighed; she truly did not want to stay here fighting for the Golden Legion's benefit: "Not yet. Since the accident when we teleported away that day, I have used divination to search the surroundings, but found nothing."

Sai Fa Er nodded, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes; these days he had also grown a few feelings for that poor little child, although he knew the child is protected by a god's lingering soul and should not encounter any danger he cannot handle, but recalling that day's scene still gave him some worry.

"Master, have you figured out what that sudden five‑color light was that appeared that day?" Xia Nai asked.

Sai Fa Er shook his head.

That day when they teleported away from the pyramid's underground chamber, the teleportation suddenly mutated, and the three of them were sent to an alternate space where five colors—red, green, black, blue, white—shone; although it lasted only an instant, Sai Fa Er, as an old Daoist Mage, knew this was definitely not a normal teleportation effect.

The five‑color light vanished in an instant, and the next moment they were teleported outside the city, but A Maiya, who had been with them, disappeared.

(End of chapter)