Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

(P.S.: I revised yesterday's two chapters because I felt the pacing was too slow, so I combined them into one chapter.)

wizard...

Lin Qi was startled, and the hairs on his body stood on end instantly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly retreated into the bushes behind him and immediately summoned a portal.

Seeing the portal appear just a step behind him, he felt a little more at ease and turned his gaze back to the battlefield in front of him.

The battle ahead is still ongoing.

Although this terrifying supernatural power frightened Lynch, it had no effect on the undead skeletons.

Several skeletons, led by Number 2, continued to fight the Asdokians.

The shaman's terrifying fireballs didn't seem to be unlimited either; after releasing one, he looked exhausted, leaning on his staff and panting heavily.

Seeing this, Lin Qi's eyes lit up, and he immediately quickened his pace of attack.

Under the relentless, death-defying attacks of the skeletons, the remaining Asdok people fell one after another in a rapid and swift manner.

The Asdok chieftain was also slit in the throat and fell to the ground amidst a roar.

Seeing all his companions fall, the last shaman stood in the center of the altar, trembling all over.

It's not fear.

It's anger.

The veins on his hand gripping the wooden staff bulged, and his bloodshot eyes beneath the mask were fixed on the direction where Lynch was—the young lord hiding in the shadows of the bushes.

"The undead..."

His voice was hoarse and low, as if it were squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"A dark wizard who controls the undead..."

"Hiding in the shadows...manipulating the dead to fight...despicable and insidious creatures!"

His eyes were filled with resentment, and his voice grew lower and deeper until it became a strange, chanting tone.

Lynch ignored him.

He simply stood at the edge of the bushes, continuing to control the skeletons as they moved forward, step by step, toward the altar.

The shaman stood in the center of the altar, watching the skeletons approaching, and the anger in his eyes gradually turned into something else.

It was resolute.

He seemed to have made up his mind.

Lin Qi's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

An inexplicable unease suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart.

"Kill him!" he roared immediately.

The skeletons quickened their pace.

But they were always a step too late.

The shaman suddenly drew a dagger from his waist, turned around, and strode to the nearest wooden stake—

A girl was tied to a wooden stake.

She hung her head, motionless, blood still seeping from the wound in her throat.

The shaman reached out, grabbed her hair, lifted her head up, and in the next instant, the dagger plunged into the girl's chest.

"puff--"

The sound of the blade slicing through flesh was clear and piercing.

The shaman released the dagger and plunged both hands directly into the wound.

Blood gushed out, splattering on his robes and his bone mask.

Then he suddenly pulled his hand out and pulled out a heart.

The heart was still beating, one beat after another, and bright red blood dripped through his fingers, onto the stone surface of the altar, and seeped into the twisted symbols.

The shaman raised the heart high above his head.

The syllables were faster, sharper, and more frantic than before.

"Hoo... Ha... Ooh... Ya—"

The dark red stone on the wooden staff shimmered violently, the light growing brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling.

The distorted symbols on the altar began to glow.

Dark red light.

Then--

The entire altar came to life.

A crimson light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire mountaintop. The light twisted and condensed in mid-air, transforming into tendril-like bands of blood-red light.

They extended from the altar, dancing wildly, and surged toward the shaman.

Tentacles wrapped around his legs, his waist, his arms, and his neck.

He was engulfed by those lights.

Like prey being devoured and dissolved bit by bit.

But his chanting did not stop.

Instead, it grew louder and louder, more and more frenzied.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

A piercing laugh exploded from the ball of light.

Then--

The laughter changed.

That wasn't the laughter of a shaman.

It was an eerie, crisp laugh, like that of a young girl.

"Hahaha."

"whee."

Lin Qi felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly looked at the wooden stakes.

Those girls tied to the wooden stakes—

They moved.

The girl on the far left, who had been hanging her head, slowly raised her head.

Her eyes opened, but instead of pupils, they were filled with two dark red orbs. A sinister smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

The second one also raised its head.

The third.

the fourth.

the fifth.

They stepped down from the wooden stakes one by one.

Their movements were incredibly light, as if they were walking on clouds, each step carrying an eerie rhythm.

Their naked bodies were still bleeding from horrific wounds, but they seemed oblivious to it.

Just laugh.

"whee."

"Ha ha."

They walked toward the skeletons.

Skull Number 2 raised his greatsword and slashed at the girl in front.

The blade sliced ​​across her body—

It was as if it had just passed through the air.

There was no resistance, no wound, no reaction. The girl's figure was like a phantom, sliced ​​open by the sword blade and then quickly closed again. She continued walking forward, a strange smile on her face.

She walked up to Skull 2.

He looked up at the tall, elite skeleton.

Then she tiptoed and took a step forward—

It's like dancing.

Like light, graceful dance steps.

She stepped straight into the plate armor of Skull 2.

I stepped into that cold steel.

I stepped into that skeleton.

Skull 2's body stiffened abruptly.

The two deep red flames in his eye sockets began to flicker violently, as if something was struggling and resisting.

But it only lasted for a moment.

The next second—

"Clang!"

The tall, elite skeleton, along with its plate armor and greatsword, instantly scattered to the ground.

Bones, armor plates, and sword blades were piled up haphazardly, like a disassembled toy.

The flame in his eyes went out.

The girl's figure emerged from the wreckage, her smile deepening.

"whee."

She then moved on to the next skeleton.

Skull 1 turned to run, but after taking only two steps, it was stopped by another girl. The girl reached out and gently touched its helmet.

"Clang!"

Another scene of devastation.

Skull No. 3.

Skull No. 4.

One body after another.

The figures of those girls were like illusory phantoms; the skeletons' swords could not cut them, their axes could not chop them, and their flails could not smash them.

With just a light touch, those powerful skeletons instantly collapsed, scattered, and died.

Lynch felt a chill run down his spine.

He stood at the edge of the bushes, watching the girls devour his skeleton one by one, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

Without the slightest hesitation—

run.

run.

He turned around abruptly and rushed towards the portal.

However, at that moment...

He caught something out of the corner of his eye.

Behind him.

It was less than a step behind him.

There was a person standing there.

A young girl.

Her naked body was blindingly white in the firelight, and blood was still seeping from the horrific wound on her chest.

She wore a strange smile, her eyes curved into two crescent moons, and there were no pupils in her eye sockets, only two dark red orbs of light.

She didn't know when she had gotten there.

She stood behind him.

She reached out and gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

Those hands were so cold they seemed lifeless, like two blocks of ice pressed against his body. But the way they embraced him was strangely gentle, like a lover's embrace, like the intimacy of a long-awaited reunion.

Lynch's body stiffened.

"whee."

The girl's clear laughter rang in his ears, so close it was as if she were speaking right next to his ear.

"Young master, where are you going?"

Her voice was delicate and sweet, with a hint of coquettishness.

"Wouldn't it be better to stay and have fun with Rose...?"

As the sound rang out, Lin Qi felt as if something had exploded in his mind.

A sharp, piercing pain surged from his temples, like countless tiny needles piercing his skull. His consciousness began to blur, his vision began to darken, and a buzzing sound began to ring in his ears.

Something was cutting into his body.

Something was slowly engulfing him.

He could feel the invasion—like a cold liquid surging in from behind, spreading down his spine, flowing to his limbs, and to his brain.

His thinking began to sluggish, his memory began to blur, and his consciousness seemed to be enveloped by something, sinking little by little.

Sinking into boundless darkness.

Do not……

No...

Lin Qi gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength.

He took a sudden step forward.

He stepped into the portal.

Behind him, the girl's soft laughter still echoed.

"whee--"

Black mist surged.

The next second, everything... fell silent.