Chapter 291: Blood Vine Corpse Witch

When Ba Su's bone claw was about to crush the Uermu throat bone, the entire Crimson Spire suddenly sounded an alarm. The bronze wall on the east side of the laboratory, etched with runes, seemed to be gnawed by an invisible beast; the metal melted into golden‑red droplets that fell, revealing a figure behind it.

"Sai Er's red‑robe thief," Naimi Xisi stepped forward on the molten copper, his human‑shaped silver hair shimmering with rainbow light, "Haven't seen you in ten years, and you're still so filthy, like rats in a gutter."

When he raised his hand, seven beams of different colors erupted from his fingertips—crimson flame, indigo frost, emerald acid, bright yellow lightning, jet‑black eclipse, pallid sound wave, and finally a pure radiant torrent. This was the Seven‑ring Evocation pinnacle spell 【Rainbow Light Jet】, where seven destructive energies, under precise control, were woven into a chain that coiled around and surged toward Ba Su.

"Rainbow Light shaping? Why is the power so massive?" The red‑robe mage's pupils contracted to needle points. He instantly activated the six‑ring Conjuration spell 【Dimensional Exchange】 embedded in his magic ring, swapping his position with a flesh‑and‑blood golem thirty meters away. The golem vaporized instantly within the multicolored chain, and the three enchanted obsidian walls behind it melted into a glassy swamp.

Naimi Xisi strolled across the boiling glassy pool, the magma beneath his feet solidified by magic into a verse: "Knowledge is fire, the fool is a moth."

"Stop the pretentious act!" Ba Su roared, tearing open a dark‑gold scroll; the black‑purple vortex of the Nine‑ring Necromancy Forbidden Technique 【Energy Absorption Technique】 erupted between them. All the laboratory's light sources suddenly went out, leaving only countless pallid arms extending from the vortex to grasp the silver‑haired scholar—each finger etched with annihilation runes, death tendrils capable of draining even a dragon's lifespan.

However, the moment the tendrils touched Naimi Xisi, a chainmail of millions of microscopic runes materialized beneath his robe, those runes finer than a hair glimmering silver‑blue in the black mist.

Eight‑ring Abjuration Spell — 【Protective Spell】!

The spell's effect is simple and brutal: it grants the recipient a massive boost to anti‑magic resistance for a short period.

At this moment, with the aid of a power gem, the anti‑magic resistance provided by the spell had reached an exaggerated level.

"Hmm, the effect is still a bit lacking, makes me want to yawn," the scholar adjusted his crystal monocle, "By the way, the Energy Absorption Technique you're using seems to be a fragmentary ancient version, missing the crucial energy feedback nodes of modern spell models."

Ba Su stared in disbelief; he couldn't accept that one of his trump cards had failed so easily. That was the Nine‑ring Spell 【Energy Absorption Technique】! Even an ancient Golden Dragon would have at least a quarter of its power siphoned by that spell!

What on earth is this humanoid‑looking unknown creature, could its anti‑magic resistance be stronger than that of an ancient Golden Dragon?!

At this moment Ba Su fully realized that this seemingly gentle scholar was likely a monster cloaked in human skin; he didn't believe any human could physically withstand the power of the 【Energy Absorption Technique】!

Ba Su's left arm instantly withered into a mummy‑like state. The red‑robe mage shrieked as he tore off his arm, the severed limb turning to ash upon hitting the ground. "Did you think that's all I prepared?" his blood‑stained mouth twisted into a grimace, "Rise, my undead army!"

The laboratory floor thundered and collapsed, revealing a hundred‑meter‑deep tomb below. Thirty flesh‑and‑blood golems clambered up the rock wall, each sewn together from dozens of corpses, with bone spikes and iron hooks protruding at the joints; at the forefront of the horde stood a knight clad in rotted‑green heavy armor, whose corrupted spire on his chest resonated with Ba Su's severed arm, spewing ink‑green toxic mist.

"My servant, it's your turn to show yourself," Naimi Xisi snapped his fingers lightly, and a shadowy portal ripped open behind him.

The chill of the Eternal Winter Sword arrived before its sound. Before the blade could strike, all the pools of blood in the laboratory had frozen into a ruby‑crystal‑like ice surface. Vampire Marquis Alvas stepped out on the ice blossoms, his silver‑gray hair revealing half a handsome face covered in frost, the other half concealed by a mithril‑forged serpent‑head mask.

Alvas's eyelids flickered the instant he saw the knight, "Corroded‑armor knight—this is not inferior to my undead," he thought. Born from a corpse that had mastered both demonic and martial arts, fused with necrotic toxin, each corroded‑armor knight is an outright pseudo‑Legendary Level undead creature.

And on top of that, so many flesh‑and‑blood golems.

Naimi Xisi smiled, "Don't worry, I'll find you another assistant."

He cast again, and another 【High-level Undead Summoning】 conjured a portal.

This time, stepping out from within was a woman entirely pale, she twisted her waist as she emerged from the ground, countless vines writhing and blooming between her exposed spinal bones; her face lacked normal human features, replaced by a fully blossomed beautiful flower.

Alvas's eyelids flickered again at the sight of the woman, "Damn, is this a 【Blood Vine Corpse Witch】?" They are dead druids parasitized by blood‑vine, fallen and revived as monsters.

Another high‑tier undead rarely seen even in Ying Ying Ming Jie.

How terrifying are this dragon's necromantic arts? A pseudo‑Legendary Level undead can be summoned at will for forced enslavement.

Alvas glanced at the silent Blood Vine Corpse Witch, realizing she was probably as shocked as his former self by the soul‑binding summoning contract.

"I haven't tasted an Arcane Knight's soul in a hundred years," he shifted his focus to the corroded‑armor knight, lightly kissing the human‑faced sapphire on the sword hilt; the Eternal Winter Sword instantly exhaled azure frost, "The rotting armor toys are mine, and the flesh piles are yours to deal with."

The Blood Vine Witch remained silent for a moment, her thoughts unknown, then nodded as if nothing were amiss.

Since we're already here and can't resist, might as well find some fun for ourselves.

The woman looked at the monsters, the crimson rose on her face trembling, seeming excited.

"Leave it to me~" a coquettish giggle came from the flower. "Come, little cuties, water sister's vines with some fertilizer~"

!

The roars of thirty flesh‑and‑blood golems shattered ceiling debris. Selas, however, hummed a song and performed a ritual dance, vines shooting from her spine, each vine tip blooming with a carnivorous‑plant‑like crimson maw.

"Dinner's ready~" she snapped her fingers, launching three seeds that sprouted into giant venus flytraps upon landing. The foremost golem was clamped by the leaves, and vines immediately pierced its body. Amid the sour‑tinged sucking sounds, the golem withered at a visible pace, while the vines swelled into a massive serpent threaded with blood vessels.

"Don't waste it~" the Corpse Witch licked her lips, directing the vine python to sweep, cutting five golems at the waist. Yet Ba Su's corpse‑control was superior; the shattered flesh automatically reassembled into centipede‑like monsters, their mouths spouting acid.

"That's boring..." the Corpse Witch Selas stomped, summoning an underground vine net; the acid was channeled by the leaves to the laboratory corner, melting a huge hole in the bronze door. She seized the chance to fling vines to wrap the ceiling chandelier, swinging them into the air.

"Flesh is weak~" she giggled, unleashing her final killing move—vines thrust into her own chest, soaking up the corroded blood from her heart and mutating into a spiked bone‑club. Each shattered golem birthed new vines from the wreckage, ultimately weaving the corpse horde into a blood‑colored cocoon chamber.

(End of Chapter)