Chapter 1995 – Large-scale Undead Magic
The Glutton believers looked up to see dark clouds filling the sky. Ghosts could be vaguely seen lingering around the lighthouse, and at the very top, an emerald soul body had completed the broken uppermost level of the lighthouse.
“What a terrifying aura,” Lester felt a chill even from below the tower. He was glad he had listened to the Saintess and come down. If he had insisted on staying at the top, he might not have been able to withstand it now.
And this was only the beginning. As the incantations continued, magic was constantly drawn from the ley lines to the lighthouse. The nearby ley lines, due to the tragic battlefield that once occurred here, and the meddling of Orc demon mages, were already full of negative energy.
Soon, the lighthouse was as if enveloped in blood energy. The Orc corpses piled inside the lighthouse were all drained of blood. Their blood energy, evil powers, and undissipated vitality were all drained by the Undead Magic, turning them into mummies.
The blood energy of these hundreds of Orcs surged up the lighthouse, and with a muffled “boom!”, a faint green flame ignited above the lighthouse. This was corpse fire, the fire of the undead.
“Long live the Saintess! Saintess!” Glutton believers continued to kneel on the ground, worshipping the ghost fire on the lighthouse and shouting enthusiastically. Glutton believers generally possessed immense magic power. As the Saintess could control such a vast amount of magic, she was naturally a hero among them.
The firelight on the lighthouse converged and focused, projecting a green beam of light. Then, as the lampshade rotated, it began to sweep across the surrounding sea, as if it were still functioning as a lighthouse before it was abandoned.
But in reality, its lampshade had long been destroyed, and the fire basin was gone. All of this was simulated by Undead Magic. The most powerful Undead Magic was not limited to living beings; it could even affect inanimate objects.
Take this abandoned lighthouse for example. I could consider it dead. By infusing it with blood energy, it could “resurrect” as an undead and return to its former function of guiding ships. However, all of this was an illusion created by Undead Magic, far from being “alive.”
Now, the four of us were on the floor beneath the top of the lighthouse. Looking up, we could see the restored, long-collapsed top of the lighthouse, with ghost fire burning fiercely in the fire basin. The firelight was projected far away as the lampshade rotated.
“Next, we head to the place with the strongest resentment,” I said, closing my eyes and sensing the resentment on the distant sea. Every probe revealed the resentment of those who died tragically, their unwillingness to die, and their hatred for the living.
The lighthouse had completely become a tool to amplify my power, allowing my spirit to cover a large area of the sea. This feeling was truly incredible.
No wonder so many mages liked to build Magic Towers. If a temporarily transformed undead lighthouse could enhance me so much, how much more powerful would a meticulously designed, expensively built Magic Tower be?
“Found it! It’s strongest over there. Direct the corpse fire there!” I said, and began to pour magic into the lighthouse.
“Understood.” Via, Sherris, and Giselle, following my instructions, also poured their magic into the lighthouse and began to control its direction.
The emerald beam of light pierced the dark sea, stopped at a point, and then the light from the top of the tower grew brighter and brighter. Continuous death magic was projected into the sea along with the light source.
“Parul (Sister), this magic consumption is too great. We need to start replenishing!” Via shouted. Even with the magic from the blood sacrifice of the Orcs and the assistance of the pre-drawn magic circle, she still felt her magic draining rapidly.
“Alright, use as much as you want.” We were simultaneously maintaining the Nine Books of Nagash, controlling an undead lighthouse, and infusing death qi into something in the sea. High magic consumption was inevitable.
Via, Sherris, and Giselle simultaneously took out a large handful of diamonds and threw them out. The diamonds flew to the magic circle under their control.
They were all filled with a massive amount of magic. These diamonds had been repeatedly infused with magic by the Glutton believers beforehand, and could directly replace our consumption.
Not only that, but we also took out Magic Spirit Medicine and drank it down in large gulps. Instantly, a massive amount of magic surged within my body, and our output increased several times compared to before.
The most obvious benefit of being Glutton believers was our incredibly fast absorption and digestion abilities. After drinking a bottle of Magic Spirit Medicine, we could fully absorb its energy and convert it into magic.
Giselle was slightly behind, but she had the Perfect Body. With the God’s Stomach transplanted through sacrifice, she could also digest magic quickly. Moreover, my Magic Spirit Medicine was top-notch and absolutely inexhaustible.
As a result, the four of us began to continuously take out Magic Spirit Medicine and drink it, throwing the empty bottles on the ground. It looked less like we were casting Undead Magic and more like we were having a drinking contest.
Under this unreasonable, brute-force infusion of magic, the dark sea churned. The Glutton believers worshiped even more fervently, their adoration reaching new heights. Such a massive amount of magic was beyond their wildest imagination.
“Quick, look! In the sea, there are dead people in the sea!” a Glutton believer exclaimed in panic.
“There really are, so many!” Many of the Glutton believers here had compound eye mutations, allowing them to see in the dark and even further away. Many of them also used detection magic.
They could clearly see many dead people floating on the sea surface: pirates wearing sailor clothes and skull hats, Vikings wearing horned helmets and fur armor, and ordinary fishermen.
They bobbed with the waves. Although they had been dead for a long time, their skin showed no signs of decay, appearing as they did just after death.
Then, a broken mast protruded from the water, followed by tattered sails, a rotten superstructure, a hull covered in barnacles, and rows of dark cannons.
A large amount of seawater poured out from the hull. The deck, overgrown with seaweed, was empty. It was silent, and the sight of the dilapidated sailboat sent chills down one’s spine.
Not only one, but then a second, and a third. In the end, a total of five sunken ships emerged from the seabed.
At the edge of a nearby encampment, the delegation from the Qing Empire was also watching the emerging sunken ships. Zen Master Qiuye clapped his hands together and sighed, “Amitabha, this power contains great terror. It is truly harmful to heaven’s will.”
“Anyway, it’s not us using it, and they weren’t killed by us. Besides, they were all wicked people in life, so it doesn’t hurt to use them,” Immortal Master Li said.
“However, this master’s magic power is truly endless. We have still underestimated her,” Zen Master Qiuye said.
“Come back, come back. It’s time to begin your free journey anew,” I shouted. Guided by the lighthouse, the five sunken ships began to move.
