Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

The giant wolf turned its head away, closed its eyes, bared its sharp, pale canine teeth, and whispered, "This wilderness has been ravaged so badly. We have lost our strength and cannot help you fight. Everything depends on you."

The red-brimmed boar stared at the wizard with its hollow eyes. "I can run again. If you need me, call Eura and I will come."

The blue peacock said nothing, but just closed his eyes tiredly.

Lin Bo said goodbye to them.

He checked the player information in the comprehensive network panel.

Health status: Perfect (well-nourished↑, full of energy↑↑↑, full of spirit↑↑↑, and full of life↑↑↑↑)

The giant mountain demon didn't say a word after climbing to the top of the mountain. It couldn't help scratching its ears and cheeks until it saw the guardian handing the heart stone to Lin Bo.

"I need a guide." The wizard made the request. He was not familiar with this land and needed someone to lead him to the necromancer's base.

The elves who were doing their respective duties in the cave heard a loud shout, "Hey - we need a Jipa here!" So they all looked up at the Guardian Mountain. The lively elves flapped their wings, scrambled and chased each other, climbing up the mountain wall at a high speed until a Jipa reached the top first, and the others returned dejectedly.

Lin Bo held up the Heart Stone in one hand and protected the elf with the other, and soared into the air while controlling the Star Steel Skeleton.

All the creatures on the cave's surface could see a bright ochre-red star rise from Guardian Mountain, like fireworks shooting into the sky on a summer night. As the Heart Stone receded, the vibrant light that nourished the vegetation here dimmed, and the fluorescent plants on the surface shrank and retracted their light, as if winter had already arrived.

"The lighthouse keeper took away the Giant's Heart." The mountain goblin was a little confused.

"Chirp, chirp, the crops are sick." The elves were in a commotion.

"The great ones are going to fight." "Drive out those villains!"

"Master Lighthouse Operator..." The elves watched the bright ochre-red star penetrate into the cracks in the dome's stone. In their farmlands, homes, training grounds, and work areas, they looked up to the sky and shouted blessings, praying for his safety and hoping for his great victory.

The gap in the skylight is extremely narrow, barely enough for one person to pass through, and there is a layer of magical illusion between it and the ground, blocking the outside world from prying eyes, while also allowing the sun's rays to pass through.

When Lin Bo approached the illusion, he could see a layer of glass-like energy structure. He rose straight up and felt obvious viscous resistance when passing through the illusion layer. He arrived at the surface of the Giants' Fallen Field as if jumping out of the water.

It was a silent valley, devoid of chirping insects or birds. The sun had already risen, casting a cool light behind the clouds. The morning mist had dissipated, and the grayish-white miasma that had filled the air settled on the ground like a thin layer of gray snow.

Looking back at the ground below, the narrow and deep crack in the ground was obscured by the illusion, and it looked like an ordinary piece of grass. It would not sink when stepped on. The weeds created by the illusion were lifelike and had a silky touch.

This magical illusion is more realistic than the Level 2 mantra illusion that Lin Bo currently possesses, so it is no wonder that the Undead Patrol did not discover any clues.

Lin Bo's True Words and Illusions were now only ten points away from reaching Level 3, becoming the first class skill to reach Level . However, he hadn't yet found any fragments of knowledge related to True Words. Perhaps he could only make do with fragments of knowledge related to Illusion Magic, perhaps even breaking through his skill bottleneck.

The elf squatting in the mage's palm faced the direction where the sun was setting, chirping. That was where the necromancers gathered.

Lin Bo felt the pulse of the heart stone. The light it emitted could dispel the miasma deposited on the surface and make the withered grass stand upright again. When it saw the light of day again, the earth shook slightly from afar, like a restless cow.

The deep ancient silence of the earth would not reveal words to the wizard, but he could guess that the giant's corpse was awakened, but was quickly suppressed and the surface returned to peace.

Lin Bo lifted the elf's palm and extended his sword finger, silently chanting his own words, and then held the Jiupaxu in his palm as a wing shield.

Simultaneously harnessing his body and soul, and the Feather Scale Star Steel, he suddenly unleashed their combined power, transforming into a streak of black light that pierced the air. His speed surpassed that of a galloping horse, an arrow, or a speeding train, pulling a cavity through the miasma that lay low on the ground.

The immense acceleration acted upon his body. Lin Bo could feel his blood pooling at his feet, his internal organs under pressure, breathing becoming difficult, and the air currents brushing against his ears felt like needles pricking him. If it weren't for his physical endurance, he could easily break the speed of sound.

The elf's hair fluttered in the wind that came in through the fingers. It opened its mouth and let the air flow into its body, turning it into a small pufferfish. Its amber eyes were wide open and it was extremely excited.

"Ouch!"

After the sun rose, the undead wandering in the wilderness returned one after another. When they encountered the Crusade Army on patrol, a conflict immediately broke out between the two sides. Large and small battle groups were distributed all over the plains, with swords and knives sparking and sharp shouts whistling incessantly.

A streak of ochre-red light streaked across the bleak sky like a flying rainbow bridge, leaving behind a narrow trail of hundreds of meters. The expeditionary soldiers engaged in the battle had no intention of looking around, only their swords and armor reflected a red glow, and a surge of strength suddenly surged in their tired bodies, while the ferocious and brutal undead seemed to have suffered a setback, and the fire of negative energy burning in their eyes dimmed slightly.

"What is that?" The victorious patrol looked up at the sky and pointed at the bright star.

The undead that defeated the human army raised their hands to block the red light that made them uncomfortable, and roared towards the sky.

At the Crusade camp, the commander walked out of the tent, frowned and looked up at the sky, and said to his adjutant: "We don't know who is the enemy, so don't act rashly. Send out scouts to observe the situation."

The ancient tomb built by the mountain elves for the giants in the past is like a stone city. The towering temple is surrounded by houses and there are also towering thick walls. The walls still bear the scars left by the Heartstone War.

Today, this place has become the lair of the necromancers. Tens of thousands of dead soldiers on the plains and mountain goblins and giant mountain goblins buried in the cemeteries have been injected with negative energy by ominous forbidden magic, awakening undead monsters that hate the living. They follow the scarlet-robed wizards in groups.

As the red comet in the sky approached the ancient tomb city, violent shocks were heard in the central temple. Upon hearing the news, a large number of necromancers gathered at the city walls. The undead in the city lined up and prepared for battle. Strong negative energy gathered to form dark clouds high in the sky. Only a few slanted pillars of pale white light fell to the earth, illuminating the ancient army of the dead on the streets.

The comet stopped outside the city, hanging high in the sky overlooking the earth.

The red-robed necromancer looked through the mirror and saw only a lone person with no reinforcements behind him. He held up the brilliant heart stone in one hand, and the cold and dark skull mask stared at this place from afar.

A lighthearted sneer erupted from the city wall, and the undead archers all raised their bows and took aim.

Lin Bo lowered his head, looked at the shivering elf, spread out his palms and whispered, "Go home quickly, little one."

"Master Lighthouse..." Jiupa's eyes were filled with tears. "The giant is buried there, and many of our friends are there too. It's dangerous, scary, and very sad."

"go Go."

The elf flapped its wings and flew away.

Lin Bo looked at the ancient tomb city again. A red-robed necromancer cast a flying spell and slowly floated out of the city wall. He came to the top of him and looked down at the night watchman.

"You come seeking death, but you also bring a gift we need. Outside spellcaster, you must answer honestly. Do you want war, or will you join our great cause?" the gloomy-looking and bearded necromancer shouted loudly.

The three-eyed skull took out a silver steel bar with a purple glow from the ammunition bag on his waist, and threw it with a snap of his fingers. The steel shuttle left a brilliant purple afterimage in the air.

The necromancer's words came to an abrupt end. A transparent magic shield appeared in front of him, but it had been pierced. A blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, which was translucent. His eyes quickly dimmed, and he fell from the air without saying a word.

There was an uproar on the city wall. The next second, thousands of arrows came hurtling towards the Night's Watch, the barrage as dense as a wall, leaving no room for escape.

Chapter 189 Destroying Cities and Moving Mountains

Lighthouse keepers have witnessed hundreds of thousands of raindrops falling from the clouds.

The thousands of arrows shot by the undead archers were just a light rain.

The bone shaft and the stone arrowhead are each connected by an invisible light vein.

Lin Bo raised his hand and formed a sword finger seal, maintaining the spirit of his name, while reciting his true name: "(True Word) Skeleton."

The sword pointed forward, and the incoming rain of arrows transmitted the power of the curse, connecting them into a whole. Immediately, they all slowed down and stopped, freezing in the cold and silent atmosphere.

The wizard waved his hand, and arrows gathered around him like a school of fish, swirling like a wall of storm.

The undead archers on the city wall fired two rounds in a row, but it only made the arrows circling around the Night's Watch increase in number and thickness. The necromancer urgently called for a halt, uttering sharp and rapid curses. They stared at the powerful enemy surrounded by black arrows, their backs tightening unconsciously, and cold sweat oozed from their scalps.

The next second after the archer stopped shooting, the cloud of bone arrows in the distance suddenly swarmed towards the city wall like a flock of startled birds.

The rain of arrows that had accumulated sufficient strength shot out at an extremely high speed, far exceeding the power of the bowstring, and driven by the control technique, they flew faster and faster. Thousands of stone arrowheads cut through the bleak and dull atmosphere, making a harsh chirping sound and shaking the streets of the ancient city.

The rain was falling on the wall, and the ancient and hard lava rocks were pierced through by the arrow feathers. The undead swept by the sharp arrows were pierced like the hammers of candied haws, and were knocked back to the ground by the huge force, and nailed to the stone bricks.

More than a dozen necromancers who were at the front line screamed and cast shield spells, or changed their bodies into wood or stone, or even used the Phantom Step to teleport away from the wall and hide in the bunker.

The magic shield was pierced by a barrage of arrows. The robes protected against the elements, but they were no match for the sharp arrows. The wooden and stone-like body was still gouged and pitted. Those who teleported into mid-air to evade were swept by the pursuing arrows and plummeted to the street. Those hiding behind cover found the arrows deflected and fell straight down on their heads, leaving no escape.

After a round of arrow rain, the wall was filled with wailing. Even though the undead creatures suffered such heavy damage, they could still struggle as long as the negative energy core in their brain was not broken, but several necromancers died instantly.

According to the guide, the necromancers entrenched here are organized into a cult. While they all wear red robes, their status varies, distinguished by the number of tassels dangling from their sleeves. There are apprentices who are of low rank, acolytes who master formal spells, high priests with third-level spellcasting abilities, and even higher-ranking priests, including the sub-priest and the archpriest.

Crusader players' infernal quest is to defeat the Order. These spellcasters are not only formidable, but can also summon parts of fallen giants to unleash powerful attacks.

At this time, the elite members of the cult were comforting the giant corpse in the temple. The approach of the heartstone caused a great commotion. If the corpse broke free from its restraints, the first to bear the brunt would be these necromancers who disturbed people's sleep.

The legions gathered in the streets of the ancient city were in a state of restlessness. The disastrous defeat ahead was shocking. A group of necromancers hurriedly approached the shield-bearing guards and let the giant undead stand in front of them.

The powerful enemy holding the heart stone in his hand was hanging high in the sky, unreachable by ordinary spells, and shooting arrows would even turn against him. Several apprentices hurried to the temple for help, while the acolytes and the chief priest cast vicious magic, trying to cast a curse on the enemy from a distance.

Lin Bo looked down at the city full of undead and the eye-catching red robes among the enemy. He recited the real name of Yulin Xinggang again, poured out a handful of steel bars from the ammunition bag, and threw them forward.

The steel bars split in mid-air and in the blink of an eye turned into hundreds of bean-sized purple beads.

The mage took a deep breath and whispered in the Animist language: "(Mantra) This object is sharp, and anyone who touches it will be injured."

In an instant, the cursed power in his mind was projected out like a brilliant beam of light, illuminating hundreds of steel balls, all of which were engraved with words of power, and glowing with a dazzling light that seemed to be able to cut through eyesight.

Under the skull mask, Lin Bo looked miserable and took a nap with his eyes closed.

The heart stone in his hand pulsed vigorously, the surging vitality quickly relieving his exhausted spirit. If the Black Snake Meditation Technique had been upgraded to Level 4, Lin Bo would be able to convert physical energy into mana while awake, but this was not possible at the moment.

He took out the whale oil potion and swallowed it. The vitality of the heart stone greatly catalyzed the effect of the potion, allowing the exhausted curse power to be replenished within a few seconds.

When he opened his eyes again, his fatigue was gone. The mage pointed towards the ancient city below, and the steel ball floating in front of him suddenly accelerated and shot away.

It was like hundreds of thousands of stars falling in the cold sky, and the feather-scale star steel reflected the sparkling purple light. After a few seconds, it broke through the sound barrier and exploded into a neat and loud bright white sound barrier cloud. The kinetic energy and lethality were even more terrifying than the thousands of arrows flying down just now, and it was also more dazzling and bright.

The military formations on the street were washed away by a brilliant rain of purple light. Instantly, shields shattered, armor pierced, flesh rotted, bones shattered, steel balls emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and the whistling shock waves created terrifying cavities, so that even a bean-sized projectile could gouge a hole as big as a fist.

The undead army, struck by the iron rain, trembled in unison, stumbling backwards as if battered by invisible waves. Purple lines pierced through their bodies, leaving them in shattered husks as they fell silently one after another.

You can get from one end of the street to the other in the blink of an eye.

The kill notifications popped up on the network information board like a waterfall.

Tens of thousands of undead creatures were scattered throughout the city, and the terror brought by the cold purple light jets left only silence wherever they passed.

In those streets that had not yet been visited, the necromancers protected by the military formation could sense the rapid demise of the undead under their command. They looked up at the ochre stars in the sky and listened to the steel screams that echoed throughout the city from far away. They had already sensed the great danger and roared in panic and anger, but in the next second, their bodies were pierced by the Feather Scale Star Steel that tore through the houses.

Lin Bo, with the Heart Stone as a supplement, felt free to unleash his energy, fusing the Life and Flow Controls to control the energy of hundreds of thousands of steel balls, causing them to disperse, twist, and swirl. The hundreds of steel balls that raged through the city sometimes dispersed, sometimes gathered, shooting in all directions, leaving a chaotic, dense, and zigzagging afterimage in the air.

There is no way to dodge or avoid such an attack. Whether you escape or fight, you will die in the end.

The wizard took whale oil potions one after another, and his spell power was restored and then exhausted. He scanned with his eyes, and whenever a moving target appeared, he could immediately lock onto it, send a few steel balls flying, and he would get a kill prompt.

The entire city was shrouded in ochre-red light, and the blood of the necromancers flowed on the streets.

Suddenly, Lin Bo felt a sharp pain surge through his nervous system, and the vicious whispering of forbidden words echoed in his ears. He was cursed with pain.

The severe pain that exceeded the human body's endurance made Lin Bo's mind scattered. He took a deep breath, maintained control over his body and mind, and chanted the animist language spell in a low voice, combining the surging power of the heart stone to expel the evil magic in his body.

A group of high-ranking members of the cult walked out of the temple in the city.

The leading Grand Master looked around the devastated streets. The fruits of their hard work, the glorious army, now lay quietly like they had in the past, and their bodies were so tattered that they could not be reused.

The middle and low-level members of the cult were wiped out, and the few who were hiding were trembling in fear, not daring to face the roaring Yulin Xinggang again.

The Grand Master's eyes were dull, just like those of the other high-ranking members.

Looking up at the wizard floating in the air, the curse just now couldn't knock him down.

The ground was trembling, and the thick walls of the temple behind him trembled like straw in the wind. Something had fully awakened, breaking free from the suppression of necromancy.

The grand plan has become a bubble.

The survivors of the cult couldn't help but utter the most sincere insults. Immediately, the temple behind them was blown to pieces by the surging air waves, and their flesh and blood bodies were turned into mud by the shock waves and wall fragments.

The rolling dust and smoke expanded like clouds, and the rising smoke columns rushed straight into the sky.

The wizard's eyes were obscured by dark yellow dust. He chanted a spell softly, summoning a strong wind to blow away the thick fog.