Chapter 248 Chapter 42: The Ulcer of the Saint Rank
The demonic power of death poured down like a blizzard. After the initial panic and attempts to resist with magic, the remaining people were instantly consumed by absolute fear and desperately fled outwards.
In order to escape, they even began to fight among themselves.
“Hiss hiss.”
As the blizzard poured down, the sound of the wind was tinged with a chilling cold, like blades scraping against bare bones, exceptionally harsh. Edgeworth, whose body was being eroded by the mark of death on the magic ship, suddenly let out a loud shout, forcefully stirring the demonic power in his body, turning the already dilapidated ship to try and escape!
Ignet, unable to be cared for, clung to the mast with all his might, yet he was almost thrown over by the immense momentum. The young man forcibly lifted his head, his black hair being blown about by the chaotic wind, and the desolate sky above was oppressive and heavy, devoid of any life.
Suddenly, a chilling laughter echoed. Ignet’s pupils suddenly constricted. Not only him, but in everyone’s eyes, the corrupted vitality and assimilated demonic power on the skeletons and corpses, which had been eroded by the demonic power of death, were forcibly drawn out and converged at the top of the gray sky.
The power of hundreds of thousands of people, entwined with the black-winged monarch’s dark demonic power of death, condensed into countless dense light screens, like a giant cage, covering the ground for more than ten miles.
“It’s him!”
The moment the demonic power of death was mobilized, Verafia’s golden eyes moved, finally locating the origin of the spell’s ripple.
However, to her surprise, it wasn’t the man with the abyss mark, but a thin, gaunt black robe mage holding a withered staff, whose aura suddenly became incredibly chilling from within his dark robes.
His jet-black robes, like grave shrouds, tightly wrapped his withered, stick-like body, but at this moment, they were lifted by the strong gust, revealing an extremely dense aura of the undead, adding to his chilling presence.
Edgeworth also saw, unlike others,
“A necromancer? You’re plotting against me!”
Edgeworth’s voice sounded incredibly hoarse and harsh.
The body of the “Hand of the Storm” was decaying under the erosion, and bare bones were visible through the torn robes in more than one place. However, Edgeworth suddenly pushed his hand, forcefully stirring up a massive amount of demonic power, his voice laced with pain and resentment.
“Heh, worthy of being… a renowned Grand Mage among Pekka. To be able to hold on until now under the imprint of ‘Death’.”
The necromancer moved his hand away from the staff and lifted his hood. His face was like a rotting corpse, ugly and nauseating, and a pair of eerie, fiery eyes glowed from beneath his black robe. The mage let out a chilling “hehe” laugh, and around him, the dense aura of the undead froze the air.
“But, Lord Edgeworth, this is the power of the former Deathwing, and you are merely a Saint Rank.”
The aura emanating from the mage was still only Star Rank, but the eerie blue flames burning around him like ghost fire, and against the backdrop of the pouring blizzard, no one felt that his words were an exaggeration.
“Mage, you are not from Pekka—you are from the Empire… or, is it Harlankton, the Magic Monarch!?”
Edgeworth struggled to raise his voice, which was slow and hoarse, but it boomed in the sky like thunder.
The necromancer’s dry skin twitched, as if he were smiling. But suddenly, Edgeworth tightened his grip on his staff, and his eyes, on his almost boneless face, burst with a dazzling light.
The powerful demonic power in the “Hand of the Storm” surged out, covering the blood and bones corrupted by the demonic power of death, forming a vast and terrifying magic array in mid-air!
Edgeworth was merely stalling for time to cast his spell while talking to the necromancer!
“No matter where you come from, you will be reduced to dust under the storm! Storm of Destruction, descend!”
Edgeworth roared, his desperate last-ditch attack more terrifying than the storm greatsword that had previously slain the Underworld Frost Dragon. Under the gray sky, the fierce wind element surged, and the powerful force almost tore the entire sky apart. The giant vortex, with its dragon-head-like shape, descended as if to destroy the world!
On the ground, the remaining adventurers also realized that the necromancer before them was the culprit. If they didn’t defeat him, they had no chance of survival. Thus, led by several Star Rank professionals, they attacked him.
The mage merely smiled chillingly. With a thought, the skeletons and corpses on the ground that had perished due to the mark of death all stood up, fearlessly rushing towards the attacking adventurers.
“Lord Edgeworth, I told you, this is the domain of Deathwing. You, a mere Saint Rank, are nothing!”
As the necromancer’s cold and harsh voice came, the frost-white Underworld soil beside him cracked open from nowhere. In just a moment, huge fissures opened in the ground. In the deep ravines, everyone felt an ancient will filled with deathly stillness, yet not lacking a sense of sanctity.
Countless dense powers of death surged up from the giant cracks, which were like abysses. Amidst the necromancer’s wild laughter, not only were Edgeworth’s spell attacks met, but the power was also released indiscriminately towards everyone around!
“Ahhh, I don’t want to die!”
“What… what kind of monster is this!”
“King Your Majesty! We’ll fight to the death!”
The screams, fear, and courageous calls of the adventurers echoed across the entire shrouded frost-white earth, but under the countless corpses, undead, and the demonic power entwined with dark black and bone white, there was no difference. Lives and demonic power were harvested one by one.
The forbidden magic that Edgeworth had desperately unleashed was riddled with holes by the demonic power of death within a few breaths.
The “Hand of the Storm’s” staff fell to the ground, and he knelt on the ground, the blood flowing from his mouth already dry. His eye sockets, which were now just bone, stared wide open, unwillingly raising his hand, but it seemed completely stiff. The surging demonic power in his body had already been suppressed by the surging undead aura, and the exposed bones glowed with underworld fire, showing the standard signs of becoming undead.
The magic ship, having lost the protection of the Saint Rank mage, was also enveloped by the dense aura of death, and despair appeared in everyone’s eyes.
In just a few minutes, many people on the magic ship were turned into corpses and stood up defiantly.
“So many undead corpses… even a Star Rank necromancer can control them. Could it be because of the Black-winged Monarch’s power? Young Lady, Young Lady!”
Ignet’s sword cut through a corpse wearing a tattered mage robe, which burned along with the decaying flesh under the Sword of Annihilation.
However, Ignet had no time to pay attention. He stomped his right foot on the cracked floor, dodging another enemy’s attack, and shouted Verafia’s name.
