This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

Looking at Abyss beside him, he showed absolutely no sign of tension, and was still chatting casually with the enemy.

"Hehehe..." Dalan shrugged, laughing hysterically. "Do you know what you're saying?"

“I know perfectly well.” Abyss opened his arms, looking at the enemy opposite him. “Do you find it incredible? It’s just stealing the power of the gods… If necessary, we might even use force. It’s just a small target, isn’t it?”

“You know nothing of the power of the Fallen Lord.” Dalan took two steps back, creating some distance between himself and the Abyss. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore…heh heh…because you’re about to die.”

“Show me some respect. I’m a necromancer. Trying to scare me with death is childish,” Abyss rolled his eyes.

"I want to see your...hehe...abilities. Since you were able to resurrect Princess Leona, you must have some value...hehehe..."

"Stop laughing, it's disgusting!" Leona finally said impatiently.

Darran stopped wasting words with the Abyss and, along with the head in the bottle in his left hand, began chanting a spell rapidly. Waves of magical energy emanated from his body, swirling and dancing around him on the ground.

With a series of cracking sounds of bones colliding, countless green glowing skeletons appeared out of thin air around the camp, their numbers so great that they completely surrounded the camp. The skeletons' eye sockets burned with surging soul flames, and they held various weapons in their hands. Judging from the aura emanating from them, none of them were low-level undead, indicating that Dalan was a ninth-tier peak Supreme Necromancer.

Leona nodded in satisfaction when she saw so many skeletons surrounding her; it was just the right amount of grunts to make a grand entrance.

"Hand over the artifact! I will spare your soul from the burning punishment!" Dalan's voice came simultaneously from the hollow mouths of all the skeletons.

Abyss frowned as he looked at the skeletons around him for a while, still not moving, and asked, "So that's why you're so slow. Did you collect a lot of undead as your subordinates along the way? Hmm... it looks like half of them just died in the last few days. Did you do that?"

Dalan didn't answer the Abyss's question. He continued chanting the spell loudly, his stiff smile and wide-open mouth making him look terrifying. The skeletons didn't charge forward with strange cries like ordinary minions; instead, they stood still, chanting a spell together towards the three Abyss members in the center of the circle. For a moment, the three in the camp were surrounded by the buzzing sound of the spell. At the same time, the distance between the three and the spellcaster seemed to be locked by a special mechanism. Leona tried to walk up and kill a few skeletons, but no matter where she moved, she was just spinning in circles, unable to advance an inch.

Leona was immediately annoyed and was about to unleash her fighting spirit to forcefully break through the mechanism.

“Aren’t you bored? Let’s see what kind of magic he can use.” Abyss gently patted Leona’s shoulder, and Leona immediately realized that this was indeed the case, so she stopped.

Abyss sighed softly; it seemed this enemy had no intention of exchanging another word with him. How could Abyss not be familiar with this magic that summoned the undead and made them chant spells alongside him? Many supreme-level large-scale necromancy spells required this step, but Abyss could achieve the same goal alone, so he rarely did it.

On the continent of Hai-Tver, magic is the ability to absorb external magical energy into the body, channel it through a magical core developed through training within the mage, and then release it in a specific way. Incantations, on the other hand, are the fine-tuning of this released magical energy using ancient languages ​​imbued with magical power, allowing it to achieve more refined and complex functions. Depending on the mage's individual understanding and application of magic, each high-level mage will use slightly different incantations when casting spells; the higher the mage's skill level, the more complex the incantations, and the greater the differences.

From the fragments of Dalan's incantation, Abyss deduced that this fellow intended to summon some powerful undead.

Flora, sitting in the camp, also noticed that the cultists who had died on the snowfield a few days ago, buried by the undead summoned by the Abyss, and whose tombstones had been casually erected, were now crawling out of the ground, their dry, cracked lips chanting incantations. Centered on Dalan's body, the blue-green fluorescence was gradually intensifying, and a chilling aura seemed to tear a crack in space from his body, slowly seeping out.

……

On the highest mage tower in Golden Gryphon City, a mage apprentice frantically reported to his mentor: "Master Farrell! There's a sudden and rapid increase in magical activity a few kilometers outside the city! Has the enemy invaded?"

A middle-aged man with graying hair and beard sat behind a table at the top of the tower, his brow furrowed as he observed a massive magic crystal before him. Countless points of light within it flickered and shone, illuminating the room as bright as day. Only the strongest magical reaction could cause this phenomenon. The middle-aged man, known as Master Farrell, said in a deep voice, “I discovered it long ago. Go immediately and tell all the garrison troops in the city not to send a single soldier. There is a Supreme-level necromancer fighting outside the city. His target is unknown, but his strength surpasses that of most ninth-tier mages on the continent. Any soldiers who go out will only face certain death!”

"Yes, Master!"

"I will summon several supreme-level court mages. You and the other apprentices must deliver this message to the army as quickly as possible!"

The apprentice ran out of the room as fast as he could, and Master Farrell stood up from his chair, his eyes serious.

Why are dark mages suddenly appearing so openly near Golden Gryphon City? What is that infamous Council of the Dead up to now? In any case, let's warn the Sorcerers Supreme currently residing in the city to prepare for a fierce battle.

He chanted a spell, and his body quickly floated up in a sea of ​​starlight, passed through the room's window, and flew out of the mage tower.

As he flew into the sky, his eyes widened in surprise—even though the battle between the unidentified black magicians was several kilometers away, he could still see what was happening there.

A massive circular magic circle, stacked layer upon layer, soared into the sky. In the center of the circle, a two-headed, eight-armed giant slowly rose to the ground. The giant roared silently, its body engulfed in raging soul flames. Each of its eight enormous hands held a powerful spell, ready to be unleashed, aimed at a target on the ground.

"By the God of Magic, what is this?!"

Even the most learned and knowledgeable monk couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

At the same time, the magic crystal inside the mage tower exploded with a crack. Even the aftershocks of that magic were strong enough to shatter the heavily enchanted crystal ball.

Master Farrell was immediately jolted, no longer caring about his composed image as the Sorcerer Supreme. He amplified his voice with magic and issued a warning to all the mages in the city.

"All mages in the city, immediately activate the city's protective magic array! Quickly!"

Chapter Fifty-Five: Please Respect My Flora

It was a giant fifty meters tall, his upper body bare, revealing a muscular and scarred body, while his lower body was clad in a bone-scaled armor skirt. Eight enormous arms, like spiderwebs, stretched out in a circular pattern across his body; only one was original, the other seven arms were covered in dense magical runes where they connected to his body, a method superior to needle and thread. The giant's neck had been severed from the side, and a dragon's head had been sewn onto the wound with magical runes.

The soaring flames of the soul burned brightly, illuminating the area within a kilometer radius of the giant as if it were daytime, even though the flames should have been dim. The aura of death swept across the snowfield, and some birds that had been startled and taken flight fell to the ground—the aftershocks of the necromancy alone were enough to drain their life force.

With every slight movement of the giant, the ground trembled, even making Abyss unsteady on his feet.

This was power beyond the norm, the highest level of necromancy! Abyss had to admit that he had indeed underestimated the enemy when he saw him come out alone.

A surge of magical elements gathered around the giant. Now, even the most rudimentary mage apprentice could sense the violent flow of magic coalescing into a tornado, being swallowed whole by the giant's massive body. Each of the giant's eight hands held a spell ready to be unleashed—fire, lightning, radiance, and more—and those hands, forty or fifty times larger than a normal person's, held spells forty or fifty times larger than those of an ordinary mage!

Above Golden Griffin City, a massive semi-circular magic circle suddenly lit up. Countless magical runes arranged in a circle rotated wildly, like gears. Then, the circle multiplied, growing from a single layer to seven, completely enveloping the city. This was the state the city's defensive magic circle would be in when fully activated. It seemed the commotion caused by this enemy seeking revenge had put the city's mages on high alert.

"Hahahaha... This is the wisdom and power bestowed upon me by the Lord of the Fallen! Can you still utter those arrogant words now?" Dalan's body levitated, hovering in mid-air, covered in magical runes of various colors. Every movement he made was mimicked by the giant. He pointed at the Abyss, and the giant simultaneously pointed at the Abyss with all four of his hands. "Now you regret it... hehehehe, it's too late!"

Dalan's ferocious and stiff smile was made even more sinister and terrifying by the light emitted from the magical runes. The sharp-eyed Leona also noticed that under Dalan's wrinkled facial skin, there were some earthworm-like things slowly crawling—perhaps the tentacles of the Fallen Lord.

Abyss looked up at the growing sphere of magic in the center of the giant's palm, his clothes flapping loudly in the strong wind, and finally spoke, asking a question.

"Where did you get so many giant corpses to make these Frankenstein monsters?"

Dalan's smile twisted even more. Was the boy standing there ignorant or brave? He actually had the audacity to ask where he had obtained the giant?

Whoohoo!

The dragon head sewn onto the giant's neck suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a magical wave nearly ten meters in diameter. Its eight arms swung simultaneously, the spells they held unleashing towards the Abyss, the central point. In an instant, nine different spells converged into a gigantic wave, merging and repelling each other as it surged towards the Abyss. At the same time, the Abyss's body was locked in place by a powerful mechanism, rendering all spatial magic ineffective!

"Flora, I'm counting on you," Abyss's casual voice rang out. As soon as he finished speaking, a tiny golden halo, insignificant compared to the massive wave of magic that was crashing down, unfolded around Flora, protecting Abyss, his companions, and their tent.

hum...

Rumble!!!

……

The earth trembled violently. Even in the Golden Griffin City, several kilometers away, protected by a massive magic array, the residents were knocked to the ground by the tremors. The protective array groaned and hummed, and it took the combined efforts of all the mages to prevent any houses in the city from collapsing. Even those inside the city walls could clearly see a huge mushroom cloud slowly rising in the distance, and soon after, a deafening explosion reached their ears.

"It's the gods fighting! The war of the gods is about to begin! The war of the gods is about to begin!" someone shouted hysterically.

The soldiers responsible for maintaining order in the city struggled to their feet from the violently shaking ground, trying to stop the chaos, but to no avail. The people's fear of the battle in the distance, which was beyond the realm of common sense, had long since overwhelmed their reason.

"The magic array of Golden Griffin City is unbreakable! Everyone must remain calm!" The royal chief court mage, dressed in a silver mage's robe and with a full head of white hair, appeared hovering above Golden Griffin City, broadcasting the message to everyone in the city via magic, "No one will be injured!"

However, looking at the giant's figure outside the city, even he himself broke out in a sweat: When did the necromancers of the Council of the Dead acquire such power? To curb this power, they must rebuild the Nine Saints Council, which was disbanded a hundred years ago…

……

"Kneel before the power of my Lord! Hahahaha!" Dalan trembled morbidly, laughing hoarsely. Endless magic gathered on him and the giant. The giant's eight arms and dragon head were still spewing out monstrous magic. The plain where the two sides were located had long been dug out into a huge pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters, flowing with magma. Countless sand and soil were vaporized directly in the violent energy pour.

Power! Infinite power! This is the gift of the Lord of Depravity! And this is but a drop in the ocean of His power!

A minute passed, and the magical bombardment continued.

Two minutes passed, three minutes passed... five minutes passed before the giant finally withdrew his hand, and the dragon head finally shut its mouth.

The snow-covered plains, which were originally covered with snow, were now completely devoid of ice and snow, as if summer had arrived early. The heat rose from the ground, and even the Golden Griffin City, several kilometers away, could feel the heat wave through the magic array.

As the smoke cleared, the spot where the Abyss had stood was now a sea of ​​lava, with vitrified minerals flowing and boiling. The Abyss and his camp were nowhere to be seen. Moreover, spatial magic had been locked and rendered unusable, so escape was impossible.

"Hmph, utterly pathetic." Dalan couldn't sense any living beings left there either. A wicked smile played on his lips as he coldly stared into the lava. "Hehehe... Anyway, artifacts are indestructible. I just need to fish them out before the lava solidifies..."

"Thank you, Flora."

Suddenly, a light, cheerful thank you came from below. The voice was soft, but it sent a shiver down Dalan's spine.

"this……!?"

Several clumps of magma in the giant pit slowly twisted and writhed, converging and solidifying upwards to form the shapes of three people and two tents. Then, the outer layer of these solidified magma rocks peeled off, revealing the three people and two tents inside, and even preserving a piece of land.

"Can we talk this over? You can look down on me, but please don't look down on my Flora." Abyss remained in the same position, looking up at his astonished and distorted face.

Flora, on the other hand, smiled shyly, gently brushing the pebbles off her body as if she hadn't done anything serious.

"Leona, he has already demonstrated his abilities. Now it's your turn."

Chapter 56 Leona-brand surface-to-surface missile

"A high-ranking priest of the Holy See?" Dalan was taken aback, racking his brains for a moment. Only a high-ranking divine mage of the Holy See could wield this skill, but...

"The information the priest gave me said that this boy was with two people, one of whom was most likely Princess Leona, and the other had never shown any magic... Damn it... What's going on?"

Dalan asked himself the question.

The combination of a necromancer and a priestess from the Holy See is truly unheard of and unseen! Not to mention that priestess from the Holy See are all noble figures and would never team up with an unknown wild mage, even if this skinny boy really had a way to get this little girl from the Holy See into his team, he could never make her so wholehearted!

Dalan knew a little about the divine spell Flora just used; it was called "Unity of All Things," one of the highest-level divine spells of the Holy See. It could transform the user's body into any substance, and then, after a certain period of time, convert it back to its original state regardless of any external influences.

Although he didn't know why the blonde girl's "All Things Return to One" spell had such a wide range of influence, Dalan knew how high the price of this divine spell was—the user would lose their sight and speech for thirty days and pay off nine-tenths of their life force.

He's a necromancer! The Holy See's mortal enemy! How could the Holy See's divine sorcerers possibly risk their lives for him!

Could it be the vengeful spirit of that skinny kid? But how could the undead use divine magic?

This is bizarre! Absolutely bizarre!

"Hey, uncle, are you done performing? It's my turn."

Leona's words interrupted Dalan's thoughts. He looked down and saw Princess Leona, who had been standing listlessly beside the Abyss, now looking at him with eager anticipation.

How powerful is Princess Leona? When she was alive, Dalan was just a mage apprentice and never witnessed it firsthand. He only knew from legends that Princess Leona could kick a small mountain apart with one kick and could break the speed of sound with just her feet.

That's alright. Against physical attacks, his eight-armed giant is invincible! That was the strongest undead he obtained by paying a great price to find the corpse of a giant race that had gone extinct before the birth of human civilization in an ancient tomb. He then used the Lord's grace to infuse it with mutated power from another world! Although this body, which had not been corrupted by the Greedy Tongue beforehand, was not suitable for the Lord's descent, it could still serve as the most powerful vanguard on the Lord's path of conquest!

Even the largest siege ballistae couldn't leave even a single white mark on the eight-armed giant!

Since Princess Leona, now belonging to someone else, is no longer of any use, and that little girl from the Papacy can no longer use the Universal Unity Technique, let's destroy her since she's overestimating herself...

Manipulating the massive body of the eight-armed giant, Dalan didn't hesitate any longer, slapping directly at Leona's location. Even this simple action caused the earth to tremble. The air currents created by the giant bending down directly flattened the tents in the camp. A gigantic hand, like a mountain falling from the sky, smashed down on Leona with immense force. The remaining seven hands were not idle either, unleashing spells that restricted the enemy's movement, power-enhancing spells, and weakening curses, determined to flatten Leona with a single slap!

Just as the giant's hand was about to strike Leona's head, Leona stretched out one hand to meet the enemy. Her petite body was as insignificant as an ant in front of the giant, and her outstretched hand was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, making her look somewhat comical.

Boom!

The giant's hand finally fell, pinning Leona and the Abyss, who was always by her side, to the ground. The already solidified magma cracked again under this blow, and huge waves of lava were thrown up, turning the giant's stiff face red.

Then came a deathly silence.

Dalan still wore a grotesque smile, but he frowned. He didn't think Princess Leona would be killed by this attack... at least, she could hold off for a while.

Whoohoo!