In the distance, lava flowed like seawater, emitting a scorching red light that illuminated the entire area in a fiery hue.
The surrounding rock walls had long been eroded by the scorching heat, becoming extremely hot and faintly glowing red.
Over the years, the stones on these rock walls had become as strong as some metal ores.
At this moment!
In a huge cave at the top of the rock wall, a massive fire dragon, its entire body covered in scarlet scales, was comfortably lying on a pile of treasures consisting of various red-dominated gems and minerals. It was fast asleep.
Without even getting close, the aura it emitted was far beyond that of a hero-level powerhouse.
Hooosh—
The sleeping fire dragon occasionally exhaled a scorching gust of air from its nostrils.
However, its originally relaxed and stretched body suddenly jolted, as if sensing something.
Buzz!
The fire dragon abruptly opened its eyes, raising its slender neck covered in scarlet scales, revealing a pair of crimson pupils that seemed to be burning with flames.
Pride, ferocity, and intelligence flashed in its eyes, quickly replaced by a hint of confusion.
Rumble!
The sudden movement caused a large number of gems beneath it to roll down, creating a dense sound.
"There seems to be a powerful magical fluctuation," the fire dragon tilted its head, its ancient and majestic voice echoing throughout the cave.
The powerful magical fluctuation that had just appeared vanished in an instant, startling it from its slumber thanks to the dragon race's great perception.
As for whether it was a mistake?
Whoosh—
Its wide and heavy fire-red wings flapped slightly, and two huge balls of flame vibrated within the cave, even raising the temperature by several degrees.
The great Theolurna!
How could there be a mistake!
In the dark cave, a pair of scarlet, ferocious eyes flickered slightly.
The Land of Terror.
The aura of the dead permeated this land without restraint, a vast and ruined city located in the Redlands.
The day belonged to the living, while the night belonged to the dead, especially in this land filled with the aura of the undead, which had completely transformed into a paradise for the dead.
"Hiss—"
The eerie cry of an undead vulture, emitted from its rotten vocal cords, echoed in the air.
Skeletons and low-level undead zombies wandered across this land and throughout the city.
Tap—tap—
Unlike the hurried footsteps of the undead, the sound of footsteps echoed from the ruined streets.
Khajiit, carrying various rare magical materials from the outside world, carefully avoided the undead, heading towards a three-story building resembling a hotel in the center of the ruined city.
Although he was currently a living person, as a necromancer, he naturally had ways to make the undead ignore him.
Khajiit walked quickly, occasionally raising his head to look at a towering black tower in the most central and prominent location of the entire city.
This was a special building that appeared to be constructed as a single entity without any windows, and it was still very clear even in the middle of the night.
Its dark exterior seemed deeper than the night itself.
That was where the true master of this ruined land resided, while he and the Alliance Master were merely visitors.
The closer he got to the center, the more he could feel the negative energy permeating the air.
A flash of fervor and fear flickered in Khajiit's eyes. Relying on the negative energy here, if he performed the "Spiral of Death" ritual, he might be able to succeed.
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Khajiit quickly extinguished it.
Although several months had passed since his resurrection, his strength had not fully recovered, especially since he had lost the "Orb of Death," which made him lack confidence.
Damn bastard!
Don't let me find you!
Khajiit cursed inwardly through gritted teeth, then shrunk his neck and quickly withdrew his gaze from the black tower.
The dense negative energy here was not something he could use, but rather something that the master here wanted to use to cultivate even stronger undead by gathering a large number of undead.
After several months.
Khajiit had almost guessed who the master of this ruined land was, the one whom their Alliance Master visited and occupied a large area of land.
In this world, there existed terrifying beings who surpassed even great necromancers, possessing powerful forces that could easily destroy a kingdom.
According to secret records from various countries, there were only three recorded.
Dragon of Dark Night Necromancer—Kefentala Angulus.
Giant God Necromancer—Xi Yoon, and the most mysterious, known as the Shadow King, the so-called "Terror" Necromancer.
These three were clearly recorded in various countries, but even top nobles or some members of the royal family might not know of their existence.
Because for the living, not knowing was a blessing.
And here!
Was the territory ruled by that most mysterious and terrifying being.
Khajiit lowered his head and quickly entered the three-story hotel, and after arriving at the top floor, he gently knocked on a door.
Click!
The door opened automatically.
The Alliance Master "Zhilong," shrouded in a thick black mist, appeared before Khajiit.
"Float."
The Alliance Master "Zhilong" extended a staff from his body and waved it in Khajiit's direction.
The large number of magical materials brought by Khajiit floated into the air and began to be placed in various positions according to the complex ritual that had already been arranged in the room.
"Prepared for so long, but still failed? It was expected. That insidious blond kid is not easy to deal with," the Alliance Master "Zhilong" chuckled in a low voice while arranging the materials: "Well, only failure can give rise to a more fanatical yearning for power."
Khajiit stood respectfully to the side, his gaunt face and sunken eye sockets staring at the ground, carefully glancing at the complex magical ritual out of the corner of his eye.
As for what happened?
Khajiit already had some guesses, and it was likely that he would not be the only one staying here.
Crack!
With the placement of the last magical material, the magical concentration in the entire room began to rise sharply.
The Alliance Master "Zhilong" threw a bottle of blood-red potion from the black mist that enveloped his body into the magical ritual chamber.
Even though the blood-red potion bottle was sealed with a stopper, Khajiit could still smell the strong, fishy, and bloody smell that suddenly filled the air.
"Resurrection!" a hoarse and deep voice sounded.
Great Swamp Lake, deep in the forest.
Minori held a pocket watch in one hand, checking the time on it, while occasionally glancing at the corpse of the gray-robed mage.
"The time is longer than the last time Khajiit was resurrected. Is he preparing a resurrection ritual?" Minori whispered to himself, without any impatience, still waiting quietly.
Time passed little by little.
Suddenly.
The gray-robed mage's body trembled imperceptibly, and his whole body began to show signs of melting, like snow under the sun.
Minori, who had been paying attention, naturally noticed this change immediately. Without any hesitation, he chanted in a low voice: "Resurrection!"
Buzz—
The magical fluctuation spread!
The melting phenomenon of the gray-robed mage's whole body stopped.
Unlike directly using the "Resurrection Spell" to resurrect, Minori could clearly feel that the magical fluctuation in the air became manic.
Rumble!
A muffled thunder-like sound appeared out of thin air, like two different forces colliding!
The agitated fluctuation formed an invisible air wave, sweeping around, and the leaves on the surrounding distorted and strange trees rustled in the gust of wind!
"Hmph!"
Minori snorted coldly. He could feel that he had the advantage in this invisible confrontation.
Whoosh—
Minori directly increased the output of magic power, making the "Resurrection" spell more condensed.
After a brief stalemate, the invisible shock dissipated. The gray-robed mage screamed and sat up from the ground, panting heavily.
"Success."
"It seems that the backup plan is not needed."
Minori looked at the resurrected gray-robed mage in front of him, a smile appearing on his face. He recalled the state of the magical confrontation just now and pondered: "Is it far better to release magic at close range with a complete corpse than to release it from a distance?"
After obtaining this experimental result.
Minori felt a slight relief in his heart. He knew what to do with Quaiesse next.
Bang!
Another muffled sound, and the gray-robed mage fainted again without any resistance.
The Land of Terror.
Inside the room.
The various precious magical materials that had been arranged had all turned into powder and scattered on the ground. The entire room was as messy as if it had been hit by a level seven or eight gale.
"The Theocracy!"
The Zuranon Alliance Master, shrouded in a thick fog, let out an angry roar.
The next day.
As the sunlight re-covered the wetland.
Minori scanned the [Mad Mage] class skill on the attribute panel, and it showed that it could be used again.
He killed the gray-robed mage and released the "Resurrection" spell again to deal with him.
After using the "Mad Meditation" class skill three times, the gray-robed mage could no longer be resurrected with the Resurrection spell.
Whoosh!
A ball of blazing fire, transformed from a lightning ball, flew from Minori's palm and landed on the gray-robed mage's corpse, burning it to ashes.
"Was I being too cautious?"
Minori looked at the gray-robed mage who had turned to ashes, raised his hands, rubbed his temples, and muttered to himself.