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

In desperation, the necromancer channeled his magic power to its maximum, attempting to prop up the collapsing basement!

However... when his magic was applied to the basement, he found that it didn't seem to be that difficult.

"Hmm? Someone else is holding things up for me?" The necromancer sensed something was wrong.

Chapter Twenty-Four: A Warm Welcome to Mr. Abis's Hometown

As soon as Abyss emerged from the portal, he found himself falling into a deep pit along with the gate to the new world. At the same time, a burst of scorching flames rushed in from the outside, splattering his face.

While marveling at the unexpectedly enthusiastic welcome party from Lanis, Abyss exhaled a breath of icy air, instantly transforming the heat that had hit his face into a cool breeze. Then, he chanted a spell, and invisible wind magic lifted him, the New World portal that had fallen with him, and even the floorboards that had plummeted down with him. He also used magic to lift the ceiling above the pit, as he realized it appeared to be Lanis's basement.

Although Abis was emotionally obtuse, he was very perceptive in this situation and immediately understood what was happening outside.

Enemies that Lani's bombs couldn't stop have broken in. Although Abyss didn't know their specific purpose, he was certain they wouldn't leave Lani any way out.

With that thought in mind, Abyss had already carried the piece of floorboard that had fallen back to the basement floor.

Upon returning to the ground, what greeted her eyes was Lanis lying on the ground, waiting to die, and the ghost warrior standing opposite her, looking around hesitantly.

"Huh? What's going on? Why are there still undead here?" Abyss scratched his head, deciding to figure out the situation before releasing the girls.

He originally thought the enemy was just strong, but he didn't expect that the one who broke into the basement was a ghost warrior? It looked very strong, no wonder Lanis couldn't handle it, this thing is almost immune to physical attacks, explosives can't hurt it.

But why the undead? Are necromancers now bold enough to show their faces in the city?

Abyss sensed another magical force attempting to lift the roof, but this force seemed much more impatient and far inferior to his own.

"Hey, you ghost friend over there." Abyss wasn't in a hurry. He squatted down and pulled Lanis, who was still waiting for the collapsing ceiling to crush her, to her feet. He then asked the ghost warrior who was standing there in a daze, "Who let you in? Is the person controlling you up there trying to use magic to hold the ceiling up?"

"Gurgle..."

Seeing that the ghost warrior was stammering and unable to speak, Abyss thought for a moment and repeated himself in the ancient language.

The ghost warrior finally understood the question the Abyss had asked. He nodded with some fear but firmness and told the Abyss in broken ancient language.

“Evil, mage, control, me, kill, halfling, up there, wait.”

“I see.” Abyss nodded and snapped his fingers. “Now, you are free.”

As the Abyss snapped its fingers, the chains binding the ghost warrior's neck snapped instantly, severing the bond between him and the necromancer. The enslaved ghost warrior stared in disbelief at his neck, utterly bewildered.

"I'm not dead?" Lannice, who was being held by the collar by the Abyss, finally raised her head. Her face was covered in dust and dirt, and she looked at the Abyss, who was not yet in battle mode and looked very relaxed. "Gray-haired kid? You're back? Or did we die together and are we both in the world of the dead now?"

"I'm back," Abyss shrugged. "You were just hoping I'd die?"

"You succeeded? If you hadn't succeeded, you wouldn't have been able to come back!" Lanis raised her voice.

"Hehe, I won't tell you." Abyss grinned mischievously. "Tell me about the enemy first."

Lanis was about to get angry, but then she realized that there must be a reason why the Abyss was so smug, and she understood. She broke free from the Abyss's grasp and said to him, "Boy, if you had come any later, I would have had to speak to you as an undead. There was a necromancer up there who tried to capture me. I couldn't stop him, so I had to blow this place up."

"You don't care about your life?"

“This is my promise. I said I wouldn’t let the enemy get close to the portal, and I will keep my promise, even if it means death.” Lanis wiped her dusty face and grinned.

“I like that about you.” Abyss smiled at Lannis. “You seem to have been injured by the shock. Rest here for a while. I’m going upstairs to take care of some internal affairs of our Necronomicon School. I’ll be right back. Don’t worry, the ceiling won’t collapse.”

"You're not with him, right?" Lanis sat down without any politeness—she was no longer able to fight. The bombs she had planted in her mansion were almost all used up, and even if she forced them to detonate, it would be useless.

“Of course we’re not on their side, and I wouldn’t stoop to be with them.” Abyss left these words behind, waved his hand, and headed towards the basement exit. On the way, he patted the ghost warrior on the shoulder and said in fluent ancient language, “If you don’t want to rest in peace, you can follow me from now on. I promise I will never let you down. Now I’m going to deal with the person who enslaved you. You wait here for a moment.”

The ghost warrior stared at the Abyss's retreating figure, making a gurgling sound, seemingly surprised that the Abyss had rescued him.

In his time, there were no mages who could enslave the dead. After becoming an undead, the necromancers he encountered were all villains who showed no respect for the dead. He had never met one who was willing to speak with the dead as an equal.

Could it be that... not all necromancers are bad people?

……

The necromancer standing in Lanis's mansion felt increasingly uneasy. Someone had just held up the collapsing basement, and then silence fell below.

Before he could figure out what had happened, he suddenly felt as if something was missing from his mind—he quickly realized that the necromancy bond between himself and Kells, the ancient warrior, had been broken!

He was horrified; that was his most powerful servant!

He wanted to rush down to see what was going on, but an instinctive reaction told him he couldn't go down!

There was only Lanis in the basement! What did Lanis do? What did she summon?

A terrifying sixth sense compelled him to raise all the bone spikes on his body, facing the basement exit. It felt like something was about to emerge from there; though he couldn't sense any aura, a deep-seated fear was surging within him!

Eugene was also quite surprised by the necromancer's reaction. What was this mage with eighth-tier strength on guard against?

Just then, a gray-haired girl wearing a dress slowly floated up from the basement exit.

The necromancer, on edge, immediately launched an attack, unleashing all the bone fragments from his body, which swarmed towards the girl like a swarm of locusts!

"Don't rush into action, let's talk."

A calm and collected voice came from behind.

At those words, all the bone spikes flying in the air instantly lost their connection with the necromancer. They turned and lunged back at their former master, stopping a meter away from him.

The necromancer was horrified; his necromancy had been completely suppressed!

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Eighth-Rank Mage Crushed by a Cross-Dressing Pervert

Despite his extreme fear, the necromancer's fighting instincts as a dark mage compelled him to act swiftly.

He quickly chanted the incantation, and the bone armor on his body, which had already launched all the bone spikes, rapidly grew larger, making him appear much taller in the blink of an eye.

The bone spikes, controlled by the Abyss, hovered in the air and waited very gentlemanly for him a short while before shooting towards his body once he was fully prepared.

"Ah!" Eugene, standing to the side, didn't benefit from the necromancer's bone armor buff. Seeing the overwhelming bone spikes flying towards him, he covered his head in fear. He dared not watch the duel between the two mages. Wearing only the most basic layer of bone armor, he tightly closed his eyes, only hearing a dense clanging sound coming from the necromancer beside him.

Abyss stood still, too lazy to even move, and leisurely sat down on the ground. As he brushed the dust off the ground, he unleashed all the bone spikes he had hijacked onto their original owners.

The extremely thick bone armor did indeed work: the bone spikes only dug dents in the surface upon impact, without easily piercing through the armor. However, the necromancer inside wasn't faring much better. Although the bone armor resisted the piercing force of the bone spikes, it couldn't eliminate the enormous kinetic energy they carried. With each successive impact of the bone spikes, the necromancer only managed to withstand the force for a split second before losing his balance. The immense impact caused his internal organs to churn violently, and his body should have collapsed. However, the manipulator of these bone spikes seemed to have other intentions; whichever way he leaned, the bone spikes flew back from that direction, forcefully pushing him back into a standing position.

"Cough!" The necromancer screamed in pain, his body swaying from side to side in the impact, like seaweed in a giant wave.

Meanwhile, Abyss sat comfortably on the ground. Intending to sit more leisurely, he realized that it seemed inappropriate to spread his legs while wearing a skirt, so he gracefully put his legs together and sat sideways.

Boom!

Blood was already trickling from the necromancer's mouth when the Abyss's attack began to end. All the remaining bone spikes struck him simultaneously, and with a heavy thud, the necromancer's thick bone armor cracked inch by inch, eventually shattering into fragments scattered all over the ground.

The necromancer, severely impacted, collapsed to the ground and desperately tried to get up, but the churning sensation in his internal organs and the excruciating pain in every muscle and bone made it impossible for him to exert any strength.

"Your bone armor has decent defensive capabilities. It seems you belong to the Bone School?" Abyss asked.

The necromancer gasped for breath, looking up at the Abyss, who sat there with an extremely ladylike demeanor, yet whose voice was male. He couldn't believe that he, a dignified eighth-rank necromancer, had been utterly defeated by a suddenly appearing enemy! And this guy was actually a cross-dressing pervert?

The fact that he can manipulate other people's bone spikes, especially the bone spikes of an eighth-tier necromancer, indicates that he is also a necromancer, and his strength is far beyond that of an eighth-tier necromancer!

Who is this person? Why is he in this small city of Lavoisier? Why is he helping a mad alchemist that nobody likes?

"Which school of thought do you belong to...? Why are you attacking me..." The necromancer wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "You don't know...the Council of the Dead?"

"Ah, so you're from the Council of the Dead. I wasn't planning on attacking you; you struck first." Abyss scratched his head. "As for which school of magic I belong to... well, I can't really say, because I know a little bit of every school. Wasn't the Council of the Dead demanding the power of the Fallen Lord? Why are they here kidnapping alchemists now?"

Abyss, feigning ignorance, had already guessed the Council of the Dead's current predicament. Bishop Dalan, whom they had sent to investigate the artifacts of the Fallen Lord, had never returned, nor sent back any news. Furthermore, everyone who knew of the great battle outside Golden Griffin City had their memories altered by Flora and Abyss, making the matter a complete mystery. At the same time, they must have lost contact with the Fallen Lord—after all, the Fallen Lord was now nominally Leona's subordinate. Compared to Abyss, who could provide a stable food source, this simple-minded evil god, content with just a full stomach, certainly wouldn't bother with those mystical necromancers.

"You know about the Lord of the Fallen?" The necromancer, having just caught his breath, stared at Abyss in astonishment.

"Don't answer questions with questions; I'm asking you a question." Abyss seemed a little annoyed, but took no action, only frowning. "What exactly is your Council of the Dead planning to do?"

“How could I possibly tell you…” the necromancer glared at Abyss.

"Fine, I'll beg you later—this gentleman over there, you can take your hand off your head now, I'm not planning to attack you."

The necromancer had expected the incredibly powerful young man to be angry, but the other man acted completely indifferent and even started talking to Eugene beside him.

When Eugene heard the Abyss call him, he hesitated for a moment before abandoning his defensive stance and looking at the Abyss. Only then did he realize that protecting his head with his hands against an attack of their caliber was a foolish act—because it was utterly useless.

"You wouldn't happen to be Mr. Eugene, would you?" Abis said to him with a smile. "I've heard so much about you. By the way, I'm the one who dismantled your solvent machine, and I'm also the one who released the child laborers in the factory. You don't have any objections, do you?"

"what?"

Eugene was caught off guard and stunned for a moment. A surge of anger rushed to his head, but he desperately suppressed it.

How could he dare to retaliate? He had personally witnessed an eighth-tier necromancer on his side being easily defeated by him, while he himself, who launched the attack, remained seated on the ground without moving an inch!

“We need to have some internal discussions between our schools of thought, so we hope you can come out. It would be even better if you could withdraw your men who are surrounding us.” Abis looked through the hole pierced by bone spikes in the roof at a group of panicked Sheep-Eyed Gang members outside. “Your legs look a little weak. Shall I help you?”

“This…” Eugene hesitated for a moment, glancing at the necromancer lying to the side.

Karala!

The Sheep Eye Gang members waiting outside were staring at each other, hesitant to step into the house where the explosion had just occurred. Before they could even decide to rush in to save their leader, they saw Eugene, covered in a thin layer of bone armor, crash through the wall and fly out of the house, landing heavily on the ground!

Eugene landed on the ground, unable to catch his breath for a long time. Abyss had sent him flying without him even moving. Although he was not injured due to the protection of the bone armor, Eugene still crashed through two walls and felt dizzy.

"Quickly... retreat quickly... the enemy has brought reinforcements..." Eugene struggled to give the order.

"Protect the boss!" The remaining members of the Sheep's Eye Gang finally remembered to protect their boss, and they all ran towards Eugene.

……

Inside the room, Abyss smiled as he looked at the necromancer opposite him.

"Now that there are no outsiders here, let's talk. My name is Abyss, what's yours?"

bass!

However, the necromancer's response was a bone spur that grew from Abyss's own ribs, and that bone spur instantly pierced Abyss's chest!

Chapter Twenty-Six: Don't Get Up to Any Crooked Ideas

Abyss paused, glancing down at the bone spur emerging from his ribs. The spur forked from his ribs, pierced his chest, curved, and then plunged back into his heart. Blood trickled from the wound, flowing very slowly, leaving only a dark stain on his navy blue dress.

“Now that you know I’m from the Bone Stream, you shouldn’t be careless anymore, because I’m quite skilled here.” The necromancer slowly stood up from the ground with a smug smile on his face. “Now, I’ve shattered your heart.”