Chapter 35: Curse Removal

The Necromancer's pale, gaunt cheek bore an abnormal red flush, and the battlefield's scent of blood made him feel dizzy.

He sensed the Arcane fluctuations around him and felt a wave of reassurance; those were the protective spells he had spent half an hour casting on himself after waking up.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!

A handful of stray arrows fell from the sky toward him, but as they neared, a mysterious force immediately interfered.

The arrowheads hovered in midair, then veered back in the opposite direction, finally being thrust by an unknown force from nowhere back toward their origin.

On the city wall, an unlucky Gray Dwarf was pouring down a rain of arrows, but the next moment, a dark arrow of unknown origin pierced his head from above! That was the power of the Third Circle Abjuration Spell 【Reversed Arrow】.

Such protective spells are incantations he always casts at dawn each day.

"Kill him, kill that giant dragon; I swear in the name of the Di Fo Family, you shall gain a ladder of ascent!"

The Necromancer shouted, urging the nearby Shadow Sword Warriors with promises; he extended his pale finger toward the dragon, and the Shadow Sword Warriors immediately charged out.

He bared dark‑yellow teeth, a rotting aura exhaled from his mouth, obscure incantations tangled the Magic Net, and cold winds blew.

In a chilling voice he challenged the dragon: "I curse you! Proud dragon, I curse your scales to decay and rot, I curse your mind to become sluggish and dead, I curse your fate to be shrouded in endless misfortune!"

Third Circle Necromancy Spell — 【Curse Lowering】! The stacking of three curses consumed three Third Circle Spell Slots, malicious energy coalesced into a burst of dark light and shot toward the dragon.

Naimi Xisi frowned, making no attempt to dodge; the power of Curse Lowering cannot be evaded, only a priest's power can purify it.

Fortunately, Juan Ce Long's scales, bristling with strong anti‑magic resistance, reduced the dark light's power by at least seventy percent.

The triple‑curse's shroud merely coated his scales with a misty gray dust, and his mind became a bit sluggish.

Naimi Xisi shook his head, trying to shake off the sluggishness, but the power of Curse Lowering was not so easily dispelled.

Without a priest's aid, he must kill the Curse Lowerer to lift the curse.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, thinking everyone could just pretend to duel a couple of times, but they insisted on going all out.

The dragon licked its fangs: "You really are courting death."

He first glanced at the charging Shadow Swords around him; terrifying mana surged, and wave after wave of red energy enveloped all the Shadow Swords.

【Mana Shockburst】 immobilized them on the spot, and what followed was an energy torrent Naimi Xisi created by using mana to interfere with reality.

Third Circle Transmutation Spell 【Energy Cone】! Wave after wave of massive elemental surges transformed into gale, ice, thunder, lightning, and flame, devouring any mortal that dared to block them.

Centered on the dragon, every creature within a twenty‑meter radius of Naimi Xisi suffered a terrifying onslaught.

Some were frozen into blocks of ice, some had their innards shattered by raging sound waves, and others were turned to char by lightning and flame.

The Necromancer swallowed, muttering, "What the heck is this? Does Juan Ce Long even have Psychic Ability? This hit must be at least—"

Naimi Xisi crouched back to his spot, waiting for the weak‑energy spell's effect to fade, as if the terrifying power that had just erupted was not his usual self.

That earlier strike cost Naimi Xisi fifty mana, instantly repeating the 【Energy Cone】—which normally requires only five mana—ten times.

His already sluggish brain, under such rapid casting, felt a sharp sting.

The Mind Gem seemed to sense its master's plight; gentle Mind Power rose like a tide, soothing his brain, the cool‑gentle sensation bringing comfort. Naimi Xisi relaxed, the weak‑energy spell's effect dissipated, he spread his wings and rose again, while the surrounding Monsters and Shadow Swords could only watch the dragon's ascent in sighs.

He glanced at the Necromancer who had cast the curse; the Psychic Dragon bloodline's innate ability began to boil, a power engraved in his very flesh.

Third Circle Psychic Enchantment Ability — 【Breathing Disaster】! The Necromancer clutched his throat violently; he could not breathe!

The Psychic Ability, amplified with massive mana, pierced the protective spell, altering the Necromancer's brain perception; at this point he had forgotten how to breathe.

"I can't breathe—no! Wait, what is breathing? I'm dying; how am I supposed to know what this thing called breathing is, who will save me, how should I breathe?"

At the moment he was about to suffocate, the Necromancer's brain finally recalled what breathing was; he gasped like a drowning man, his severely oxygen‑deprived brain turning murky and sluggish, everything blurring.

But before he could recover, the chain of spell attacks had already arrived.

Thick lightning, like a laser, shot from the dragon's claws; a protective elemental shield formed around the Necromancer, battling the lightning fiercely.

The dragon releasing the lightning was suddenly blown off balance by a sudden gust of wild wind; the lightning flickered briefly, allowing the shield to linger for a second.

Naimi Xisi snorted coldly, chanting again; another 【Lightning Bolt】 spell amplified the lightning, the blue‑white energy serpent thickening, yet the shield's caster remained out of condition.

Finally, the shield could no longer hold; the lightning instantly pierced the Necromancer's chest, the massive wound stealing his life.

The Curse Lowerer died; Naimi Xisi felt his own curse vanish as well, and beside him Sgena had already shed the weak‑energy spell's effect.

She used her massive body to block another mage's curse attack, crushing it with a single claw; from start to finish, that Necromancer was powerless against her.

That is the weakness of Necromancy spells: they rely on curses to weaken foes, then dispatch undead armies to besiege them.

This combat style is actually strong against equal‑ranked mages and advantageous situations, since Spell Slots are precious; Necromancers often wear down opponents with cheap cannon fodder.

However, awkwardly, against physically strong Melee Combatants, Necromancers appear very weak.

Especially high‑rank Melee Combatants, who can crush necromantic toys with a single punch or kick; curses have far less effect on them.

As for the high‑rank Necromancers' gatekeepers, their powerful instant‑death spells still have a high chance of failing against physically robust foes.

Not to mention the myriad defensive instant‑death magic items littering the streets of the Feren Continent because of such spells.

Thus, dragons naturally counter all Necromancers.

Conversely, simple brute‑force Plastic Energy spells, and the ever‑effective Enchantment Spells, remain good choices against Warriors.

The sixth‑circle Necromancy Master, seeing both of his apprentices dead, erupted in fury; he could not wait to gather power against Sarufar, raising his hand to begin casting.

While rummaging through the Necromancer's corpse, Naimi Xisi spotted a Spellbook, his eyes brightened, and moments later his hair stood on end; he sensed danger.

He hurriedly shouted to Sgena, "Wind, tighten and howl!"

Without waiting to see if Sgena heard, he grabbed the Spellbook from the corpse, flapped his wings toward the city wall at speed while repeatedly teleporting, his Psychic Ability flickering continuously.

(End of Chapter)