Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 38 Corpse Demon
"It's not necessarily a bad thing," the man in black chuckled.

"Ok?"

"Baldur's Gate has collapsed, subterranean creatures have invaded, and we've been hit by floods. Do you know how many people are dead in the city right now? How many die every day? Countless. Our chance has come, hahaha..." He became more and more excited as he spoke.

He had just spoken with the dead Amn and knew everything that had happened at Baldur's Gate.

His companion's mouth gaped open, his eyes wide, looking like a bear seeing honey: "Really?!"

"Heh, you can ask him yourself in a bit."

His companion smirked and narrowed his eyes: "Why not gather the believers and hold a grand ceremony? Perhaps we can get a response from our Lord..."
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Ten minutes passed.

Anser followed the group to a high hill, where Blatt and Finn were waiting for him.

"Why did you stop running?" he asked, puzzled.

"The undead didn't chase after them, and the Ammun broke through..." Finn quickly told him what the Greyhawk had found out.

Apart from a few zombies relentlessly pursuing the scent of humans, the main force of the undead was focused on dealing with the Anmu.

Those Ammunition weren't stupid; their breakout towards the camp was not only to create chaos, but also because there was a lake there.

They mustered their last strength for one last breakout attempt, and two of them managed to break through the encirclement and jump into the lake.

The undead did not let them go and continued to pursue them, but they could not swim. The skeletons sank to the bottom, and the zombies were too uncoordinated to drown or catch up.

In the end, the undead left one undead knight to hunt them down, while the main force, dragging a pile of corpses, moved eastward in large numbers, led by two men in black robes.

Judging from the direction they're heading, they're probably heading towards Baldur's Gate.

"What kind of undead knight? How fast is it?" Anser pressed.

“I didn’t dare get close; he’s probably not as good as Nornos,” Finn shook his head.

The gray eagle is a diurnal creature and cannot be seen clearly at night. Since the other side had bows and arrows, it dared not approach.

Anser stroked his chin, lost in thought.

The departure of the undead was within his expectations. This place had been exposed, and he was wearing the holy emblem; no matter how stubborn the opponent was, they wouldn't just wait to die here.

Undead are a nuisance to the ecosystem and businesses, and are disliked everywhere. The Lords' Alliance, various churches and guilds can easily find people willing to do this job if they offer a small bounty.

The origins and intentions of those Ammunition are unknown, but there are no good people in the evil camp.

Now that the biggest threat was gone, he decided to go to the lakeside to take a look, hoping to find something unexpected.

"Have Grayhawk take me there."

"it is good."

Anser mounted his horse and galloped off towards the southeast.

A moment later, a gray eagle flew over, circled above his head once, then changed direction slightly and led the way in the air.

Nornos understood immediately, changed direction in sync, and followed closely on the ground.

After more than ten minutes, a bright and clear lake came into view.

Under the moonlight, two figures were lingering in the center of the lake, one of them holding a dead tree stump, stirring the lake surface like a shattered silver mirror.

On the shore, a grey knight wandered around, bow and arrow in hand, eager to try his hand at it.

'Quite clever,' Anser thought to himself with a smirk.

The Ammun people, having apparently discovered that the undead had all retreated and that there were still cavalrymen on the shore, simply hid in the center of the lake and refused to come out.

The spirits of the dead will naturally leave once dawn breaks.

But their situation wasn't easy. The gray-white knight would occasionally fire a few arrows, and although the distance was far, his accuracy was good, keeping them constantly on edge.

Anser slowed his horse and approached from the other side. The slightly muffled sound of hooves immediately attracted the attention of the Ammun and the undead knights.

The Ammun people were delighted to see who it was when they recognized the person by the moonlight.

“Sir, do you remember me? We met during the day. That thing by the lake is a ghost. If you help me take it down, I’ll offer you a thousand gold coins as a reward…”

Anser sneered. At this moment, the other party was still playing tricks, trying to trick him into fighting a deadly undead of unknown strength right from the start.

He stopped by the lake, intently observing the two groups. [Amn Elite, Dragonborn, Level 3 Barbarian (Berserker)]

[Captain Am**, Human, Level 5 Warrior (Combat Master)]

[Skeleton Warhorse, Undead, Challenge Level 1/2]

[Corpse Demon, Undead, Challenge Level 3]

'Good heavens, even corpse demons have appeared.'

Skeleton warhorses are nothing to fear; the real troublemakers are the corpse demons.

Corpse demons are transformed from the corpses of cold-blooded soldiers and retain their memories from their previous lives. They are intelligent undead creatures. Humanoid creatures that die at the hands of corpse demons will be resurrected as zombies a day later and become its subordinates.

Necromancers and priests of Melkor have limited control over the number of undead. They particularly enjoy converting and controlling undead, using this as the basis for building undead legions.

At this moment, seeing that he had not responded for a long time, the two Ammonites swam towards him while holding onto the wooden stake, seemingly trying to force him to take the field.

The corpse demon immediately charged forward, its momentum menacing.

Anser patted the horse's back lightly, and Nornos turned and ran, circling around the lake.

You chase me, I run; you stop, I stop. Nornos runs even faster; the ghouls simply can't catch him.

The two Ammun people slunk back to the center of the lake. They had just entered the range of the ghouls and taken two arrows. If they hadn't used the wooden stakes to block the arrows, they would be corpses by now.

Anser was very patient, continuing to provoke the corpse demon, wasting a lot of its arrows over several rounds.

He secretly communicated with Nornos: 'Can you stop its arrow?'

"Of course!" Nornos said confidently.

Anser took a deep breath, his magic surged, and orange-red energy gathered in his chest and throat, giving him a feeling that he had to vent.

"It's up to you, go!" He patted the horse's back lightly and leaned down at the same time.

Nornos suddenly turned around and charged at the skeletal warhorse, the sound of its hooves like a rapid drumbeat, full of rhythm.

Seeing this, the corpse demon spurred its horse into a charge, its longbow fully drawn. As it drew nearer, a sharp whistle pierced the air with a loud bang.

Nornos's sword-like neck armor unfolded backwards layer by layer like petals or a folding fan, forming a semi-vertebra that firmly protected Anser and his torso, leaving no trace.

The next moment, the arrow struck the armor at a very small angle, and with a whoosh, it was bounced away, leaving a deep scratch.

The corpse demon paused for a moment, then fired again. With a snap, the arrow shattered several scales and bounced off somewhere.

It tried to shoot again, but found nothing; the arrow was gone.

Nornos was almost upon it, and it decisively drew its Necromancer's Sword, its signature move.

Just as it got into position, Nornos suddenly changed direction, avoiding its attack.

Just as the two were about to pass each other within a few meters, the warhorse's neck armor suddenly retracted, revealing Anser with his mouth open and spewing furious breath.

"call--"

A torrent of fiery dragon breath surged forth, instantly engulfing the corpse demon and the skeletal warhorse, striking them squarely.

The corpse demon was blasted away, and the skeletal warhorse lost its balance. After falling, it was tumbled several times by the powerful inertia, and its bones were scattered everywhere.

[...The skeletal warhorse was hit, taking 16 points of fire damage and 6 points of blunt damage. It was a critical hit, the target died, and the player gained 100 combat experience.]

[...The corpse demon was hit, taking 10 points of fire damage and 4 points of blunt damage. Its current health is 68/82...]

'Huh, blunt force damage?' Anser was surprised.

It seems that standing breath and charging breath are quite different, or perhaps the opponent was thrown too hard.

This was an experiment for him, and the results were surprisingly good. Casting spells while riding is too difficult, but Dragon Breath becomes much simpler. The downside is that it requires melee combat.

Nornos slowed down, turned around, and launched another charge.

This time, the corpse demon has no horse!

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