Chapter 515: Most Fond of Magic Blasts

The hearse flew through the air, trailing a long black wake, looking utterly deathly.

Lich King Alanbru stood atop the hearse, gazing down at the black earth with a sorrowful expression: "The Starburst Array is about to bombard the Nirvana Barrier any moment, yet we still cannot find a way to rescue Your Majesty. What shall we do? That damned Gust! Didn't he say he had already found a solution?"

The information Alanbru received stated that in four or five months, the Starburst Array would be fully charged and bombard the Nirvana Barrier in an attempt to destroy the Undead Monarch; now, four months were almost up.

Pity, if he knew Seeing Ange and had a good relationship with him, Seeing Ange might have told him that the Starburst Array showed no signs of charging.

The Life God's spores had already quietly spread through all the ventilation pipes and sewage pipes of the Starburst Array; if the array had a powerful energy reaction, it would be the first to know.

Alanbru was muttering to himself, naturally expecting no response, and continued whispering: "That old undead, Gust, claimed to have a secret source of information but refused to say what it was. With such a sneaky demeanor, could the information possibly be from the Tianshihe Sect? Otherwise, why be so secretive?"

"If the source were humans or the Sorcerer Alliance, he certainly wouldn't be sneaky. Obtaining information from the Sorcerer Alliance is a feat; only if the source offended everyone's taboos would he refuse to tell even me."

"Damn it, how did that old undead get involved with the Tianshihe Sect? Don't let me find evidence, or I'll have to clean up his mess." Alanbru muttered in frustration.

One of the Undead Knights ahead turned back and shouted: "Your Majesty, we are approaching the Undead Temple. Shall we go pay our respects?"

Alanbru shook his head and said: "No time. When we see that clever Great Xiao Gu, just toss it a Soul Crystal."

"Got it." The Undead Knight replied and turned back, but very soon, the Undead Knights shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, look!"

Following the Undead Knight's gesture, Alanbru saw a colossal statue of a dragon.

"Who carved a dragon statue and placed it here?" was Alanbru's first reaction, but he realized immediately after speaking:

"No, it's not a statue; it's a petrified dragon? Dalhan Diavara, the petrified dragon from the Hall of Knowledge! Who moved it out here? Is it Gust? Moving that guy without telling me? Let's go down and take a look."

Alanbru clearly recognized the petrified dragon, even the dragon before it was petrified, which led him to a huge misunderstanding, thinking Gust had had it brought back.

Because apart from them, no one else knew that deep within the main hall of the Hall of Knowledge lay a petrified dragon, and furthermore, this petrified dragon was key to many souls gaining wisdom.

The Undead Cavalry led the hearse down toward the ground; as the distance closed, Alanbru saw the situation on the ground clearly, and also saw the Reincarnation Altar covered by the petrified dragon.

"Huh, wait, how is the Reincarnation Altar repaired? Who fixed it?" Alanbru exclaimed, immediately sensing something was off.

Gust might move the petrified dragon back without telling him, but he wouldn't repair the Reincarnation Altar without telling him, because he himself had presided over its construction.

This was as absurd as Seeing Ange building a World Transfer Station without telling Du Luo Ken.

"Be careful, something is wrong." Alanbru shouted in warning.

The Undead Cavalry, however, seemed somewhat dismissive; where was this? The Plain of Rest. Further south lay the Undead Abyss. What could possibly be wrong?

Nevertheless, they put on a show and summoned their weapons, mostly lances, since lances could sometimes be used as javelins.

Just as they were about to touch down, a little girl suddenly jumped out from beneath the petrified dragon.

"Where did this little girl come from? Be careful, don't hurt... wait, Holy Light of the Light! Careful!" Alanbru was just about to tell everyone not to hurt anyone when the next moment he was startled by the Holy Light of the Light exploding from the Little Angel.

The Little Angel raised her hands to push... but before she could push, she remembered something, scratched her head, irritably braced her back, and with a swish, spread a pair of True Wings.

"Battle Bird? Why is there a Battle Bird here? How did she get here? Are the Patrollers blind?!" Alanbru was shocked.

After spreading her True Wings, the Little Angel leisurely spread a second pair of Light Wings; she had been warned repeatedly not to recklessly unleash Holy Light Radiance, but to proceed slowly to attract the enemy's attention.

The Little Angel hated this the most; nothing is more satisfying than unleashing a ultimate move immediately upon engaging, but there was no choice. Among so many people, she and Anthony had the most imposing Light presence; Anthony had other missions, so she had to be the one to attract the enemy's attention.

"Four-winged Battle Bird! Everyone be careful." An Undead Knight shouted, flinging his lance.

The long lance became a swift arrow, piercing toward the Little Angel.

The Little Angel tilted her body; her Light Wings blasted furiously, propelling her sideways for a significant distance. As the Light Wings kept blasting, a third pair of Light Wings also unfolded, and at the same time, she pulled out the Archangel's Staff.

"Deceived Kangxi"

"Supreme Spirit!? The one from North Wind City! Not good, two Supreme Spirits have appeared in North Wind City; everyone be careful for the other one!" Alanbru shouted in warning.

Dragon Lich Nosalo had long since reported to everyone about encountering two six-winged Archangels and the Pope in North Wind City. It had been many years since the Tianshihe Sect's six-winged Angels and the Pope had appeared, so this news drew everyone's attention; naturally, Alanbru knew as well.

Who would have thought that a six-winged Angel would appear so close to the Undead Abyss? Where are the other six-winged Archangel and that teleporting Pope?

The thought had barely arisen when Seeing Ange jumped out from the other side of the petrified dragon, flipped directly onto the dragon's back, and swept out rows of Holy Light Missiles.

The Little Angel was merely a prop to attract their attention; Seeing Ange was the true artillery suppressing the Undead Cavalry. In an instant, all the Undead Cavalry were swept by Holy Light Missiles, unable to raise their heads.

Alanbru slammed his staff, preparing to suppress Seeing Ange, but suddenly felt a premonition, turned his head to look in another direction, and saw a flash of light at the third corner of an equilateral triangle formed by Seeing Ange and the Little Angel.

Alanbru instantly shattered a bone artifact on his chest, and a bubble-like ring exploded outward.

Everything around slowed down, and with the exploding 'bubble', it rapidly expanded; anything caught within the ring became incredibly slow, including a Purple-Gold Skeleton.

Flash Flash Feiti was stunned by this 'slowing' effect; everything became incredibly slow, but his thoughts and reactions remained normal. He watched helplessly as Alanbru ahead quickly pulled out his staff, chanted a spell, and prepared to unleash.

Flash Flash Feiti felt as if he had passed through some invisible barrier; the slowing effect vanished instantly, his speed returned to normal, but he immediately plunged into another patch of invisible 'mud'.

"Super Strong Delay Spell?" Nag Li Si, who was peeking from below, said. If ordinary magic had levels, the Delay Spell belonged to the 'No Gate' tier; a Level 1 mage could cast it, and an Oathmaster could cast it too, only the effects differed.

Alanbru's Delay Spell effect was obviously super strong, even capable of delaying a Lord of Mourning like Flash Flash Feiti. He continuously cast the Delay Spell, and the hearse moved backward accordingly, increasing the distance from Flash Flash Feiti.

At the same time, he summoned ghost after ghost, which fiercely lunged at Flash Flash Feiti, entangling him, circling him, and dragging him.

Naturally, these ghosts could not harm a Lord of Mourning, but combined with the Delay Spell, they forcibly slowed Flash Flash Feiti's speed, finally forcing him to a stop.

"This... Flash Flash Feiti was actually forced to a stop? This Lich is incredibly powerful." Nag Li Si said in shock.

Xierba, who was also peeking from the side, said: "That's normal. Lich King Alanbru, a Truth Mage, is very powerful. If his followers hadn't been restrained and delayed by my lord, the lance might have been thrown past... wait, where are the Undead Cavalry?"

Everyone's attention was drawn to the clash between Flash Flash Feiti and Alanbru, completely ignoring Seeing Ange's side. Now, turning to look, they discovered that the twelve Undead Cavalry were gone; Seeing Ange was wielding a great Holy Light Scythe, with twelve flames of souls hanging from the blade.

"This... so fast? These Undead Cavalry are too weak. What is that? A Holy Light Scythe? Why does it look just like the Scythe of Death?" Xierba said in shock.

Nag Li Si awkwardly scratched the scales at his waist: "That is the Scythe of Death. We used it back then to trick people into harvesting wheat."

With Flash Flash Feiti forced to a stop, the 'Flash' naturally ceased, and he had to descend toward the ground. His Flash could only be cast where there was solid support; he could not cast it while stepping on air. So although he possessed the ability to walk on air, he still needed to find something solid to step on to activate Flash.

Alanbru glanced toward Seeing Ange's direction, and his expression changed drastically: "Where are my people!?"

Seeing Ange instantly spread his True Wings; Light Wings blasted out furiously, propelling him at high speed toward Alanbru.

"What exactly are you? You are not a Supreme Spirit! Let go of my people!" Alanbru roared, waving his staff. A green wind blade slashed down, aiming at Seeing Ange, who was locked in his gaze.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh... Seeing Ange loved nothing more than exchanging magic blasts with people. Twenty Holy Light Missiles were blasted out in one second, and Alanbru's wind blade was exploded mid-air.

"Elemental Javelin!"

"Wind Loss!"

"Delay!"

"Tornado Blade!"

"Soul Shock!"

Against the magic coming at him, Seeing Ange had been dealing with it all using Holy Light Missiles; at this extreme rate of fire, none of Alanbruh's spells could get a foothold, and he was forcibly drowned beneath the Holy Light Missiles. Desperate enough to bail out of the fight, Alanbruh brazenly brought out the soul shock — the specialty of undead creatures.

Seeing Ange tilted his head back, then casually righted it, and held up a finger toward Alanbruh: Soul Shock — beam!

————Author's Note————

Thank you, Ban Que Qing Ci, fellow reader, for the tip.