21-Ambush
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“This Nether Necropolis is full of undead. I, and the elders, have defeated many, but they seem to be endless. We have to be careful. Undead doesn’t have a living aura. We can’t detect them,” Mircalla explained when they were walking.
Allen knew about it. After all, they didn’t realize his undead rat coming back and forth to gather magical herbs. He currently used it to scout the area the rat hadn’t traveled yet.
As he peeked through the rat’s vision, Allen could see roaming undead. There were several living magical beasts too, such as rotten hunting rats.
Mircalla continued to explain, “I can assure you this area only contains creatures equal to mana condensation realm. You can train yourself. You can find magical herbs. You can try your luck to find the legacy of the old magi in their coffins. The coffin itself is a treasure, but sometimes you can find a treasure. Most of all, I won’t fight you all for fortunes.”
They entered a large space that was like a dome. The most shocking thing was so many coffins surrounded. It was like they were in the arena and those coffins were watching them from above.
Allen could see many tunnels. There were twelve around the arena. The same number around level two. The same above it and above. His undead rat passed one from the arena.
“I will be staying here. If you encounter danger, I will help you from here. Aside from that, what will happen to you isn’t my business. It’s not like I am being cold to you. This is the sect master and Mr. Doortrick’s will. They want you to develop yourself. You can go now.”
Ren held Vanilla’s hand and they went together. It was awkward to approach them.
Reymond only sat beside Mircalla. He seemed to not have any intention to go.
Peter approached Allen and said, “It seems you and Eren are at the same party. Can I join you if you don’t mind?”
Allen looked back at him. Peter’s cultivation has reached the last stage. He was the son of the sect leader too. If it was the normal time, Allen would approach him instead. He had something to do alone.
“Thank you for asking, Mr. Peter. But, I am planning to go alone.”
“What?” Eren shouted. “Hey, I thought we would be together.”
“Come on, Eren. You can go with Mr. Peter. He must be strong. I will pay you for your help later with great interest. I will go. See you later.”
Allen turned and looked at Mircalla. She only stared at him with her cold eyes. Allen cupped his fist and bowed. Then, he raised a middle finger to Reymond.
He went to one of the gates that the undead rat had scouted.
Allen met his undead rat. He willed it to scout the path ahead.
There was a junction ahead. The left path had a stray undead. He waited for it to turn around before he ran to the straight path.
Not far he walked, Allen found a hole. This was rat’s hole. He ordered the undead rat to enter it.
After a while, the undead rat exited the hole with a rotten hunting rat biting its skeletal tail.
A renegade ghost rushed out of his chest and entered the living rat. It stunned the rat. Then, Allen cast a darkness chain to skewer the rat.
Allen immediately activated lifesteal aura and slowly refined its soul in the soul cage. He immediately took the corpse and retreated.
Allen rested against a wall. He had made sure this area was safe. Then, he divided his mind into two tasks. Firstly, watching the surrounding via the undead rat. Secondly, refining the soul.
After the soul had become a renegade spirit, Allen proceeded to inject the spirit into the freshly skeletal rat.
The skeletal arose and caressed its head against Allen’s hand. He took it and put it behind his cloak.
“If I am not mistaken, there’s a graveyard area around here. Not larger than the dome, but at least, there are several coffins. No, it’s dangerous. I will use one of the coffins in the dome.”
Allen decided to go back to the dome. Allen stopped when he was near the dome. “There’s something wrong.”
The undead rat went first. When it arrived, Allen could see Mircalla fighting with a person in the white armor. There were two dead bodies near them.
Standing behind the armored person was a man with a jellyfish tattoo on his right cheek. He wielded a short staff with a crosshead.
Allen knew him. He was the same person as the projective man who caused the scene in the meeting. “Johan Ashker.”
Allen didn’t know much about this man. He knew that his master seemed to have a grudge with him.
“Mircalla, will she be okay? She’s fighting a magic foundation magus. For now, I will just watch the fight.”
“Yes, let’s watch the fight together, Mr. Young Necromancer.”
Allen’s scalp shook. He turned and saw a black silhouette standing behind him. He was smiling, revealing his sharp teeth. His head was long. His eyes shone in red. He had mane-like hair.
Without hesitation, Allen immediately ran at full speed.
What the hell is that? Allen thought. He arrived at the dome. His entrance drew everyone’s attention.
The mysterious person followed after Allen. His presence made Mircalla and the magic foundation realm magus shook.
They stood on the same back. There was a silent agreement between them to cooperate against this bizarre man.
Allen didn’t fully observe the person before, but after he saw him once again, the man had a rigid face. It was like he wore a smiling mask.
“Who are you?” Mircalla asked carefully.
“Who am I? Isn’t that kind of rude? I mean your people often raided my place.”
“We don’t aware that this place has an owner. You only come out now,” Mircalla replied.
“The reason I decide to appear before all of you is him.” The smiling person pointed at Allen.
Allen frowned. “Me?”
“Yes, you, Mr. Young Necromancer. I’ve been waiting for a true necromancer to appear in the world once again. First, let me introduce myself…”
……
Several hours ago.
Gerard was doing his usual routine dance. Life happily forever was his goal and it could be found everywhere. So, he wouldn’t let this desolate place to make him depressed.
He had to admit he grew bored of it lately. He had waited for a true necromancer to appear, but those people from the Coffin Sect were a bunch of dumbasses.
He had given them free treasures, secret necromancy arts; even a regeneration potion, which was a key to breakthrough to the magic core realm. However, none necromancer they made. They only produced zombie soldiers from living people. Those zombies were only capable of cultivation and couldn’t learn any spell, only depending on their sturdy bodies.
“Ah, I see. I will just slaughter them the next time they come here again. Waiting a few hundred years more isn’t a problem for me.”
As he thought of that, suddenly his vision that was linked to the necropolis’s entrance caught the sight of people.
“Speaking of the devil. As soon as they step in, I will make my appearance.” He giggled. Then, he noticed something that made his mind blank.
There was a presence of undead around one of the people who stepped in. He had a certain technique to sense undead, so he wasn’t mistaken.
“Impossible, it’s not an undead that I made. He created it.”
He was at a loss for a while before letting out a loud laugh. “Finally, finally, how long I’ve waited for you, Mr. Young Necromancer. I will watch for a while what he can do with his undead.”
He watched as Allen made his undead rat to scout around and gather visible magical herbs. The young man had struck it rich before the others could have a chance.
“He’s sure a crafty young man. I like him already.”
His vision noticed someone invisible passing by the entrance. His face was too rigid to make a frown, but he did it in his heart. “This presence… he’s from the Church of Enlightenment.”
Not long after that, three people who had the same presence as the invisible man passed by the entrance.
He thought there would be a fighting scene. He laughed and decided to watch it a bit.
“The Mark of Shadow Sentry!”
He placed a sentry mark on the dome’s floor, roof, wall, and on every non-living object in the dome. He had the perfect angles to watch the incoming fight.
……
Mircalla just sat, hugging her knees. She didn’t temporarily join the Coffin Sect to babysit. President and the sect master had promised. If she could agree to be their test subject to complete the so-called immortality potion, she could join them to fight the Church of Enlightenment.
She had finished her task. She even helped the sect in various ways as the elder.
Mircalla scratched her knees. As she did that, Reymond gripped her wrist.
“Stop it, Cally.”
Mircalla looked at Reymond’s begging face and somewhat felt regret to hurt herself. “I am sorry.”
“You have promised me, Cally. You can get your revenge, but you won’t sink in it.”
Mircalla nodded and he patted her head. Reymond had always been there for her. She loved him like a family. I won’t make my family and my people sad again, she thought.
Mircalla widened her eyes. She felt a hateful presence nearby.
Her eyes glowed. Mircalla looked around. She found it. Even though, the man cloaked himself with an invisible spell. It was merely a trick in front of her super sense.
“Reveal yourself before I snap your neck!”
The invisible man laughed. “As expected of a vampire. I know I will be found out. I just want to play around.”
The invisible air around him faded off. The white-haired man stood there with a smug expression. “You know. If I want, I can follow you unnoticeably until the end. However, my reinforcements have come.”
“Johan Ashker!” Mircalla shouted.
“Everyone, come here,” Reymond called the others who had been wandering around the coffins.
“Relax, Countess. You know among the favored, I am the weakest; you are the strongest. Besides, I am a support type. My strength lies in strengthening people.”
As Johan Ashker spoke, three men entered the dome. The two of them were peak acolytes. The man who stood in the middle was an official magus, a magic foundation magus.
Peter ran to Reymond’s side and asked, “How did you get here, Mr. Ashker? Didn’t you lead an executioner army to fight our sect?”
“Lead them? Of course…” Johan lifted a light cube on his palm. “With this magic of mine, I can still lead them from here. To be honest, I will hinder my subordinates if I stay with them. It was a skirmish of magic foundation magi, after all.
“My main mission is to hunt a vampire! Peter Stargazer, you have been granted a blessing from our lord. I won’t kill you if you don’t stay in my way.”
The two peak acolytes stepped forward and immediately rushed to Mircalla.
Mircalla glared at the people who stood behind her. “Don’t get closer. You will die.”
“Elder sister, will you be alright?”
Mircalla put a thin smile and replied, “I am called the strongest favored for one thing! I am the strongest among acolytes!”
With that, Mircalla leaped forward and closed the distance between her foes.
Mircalla’s Gu Style-Blood Locust Form: Desert Chase.
“Too fast!” said one of her foes.
She caught them off guard with her footwork martial magic. She didn’t give them a chance to circulate mana around their bodies.
“Transfiguration magic: werewolf’s claws! Moonphase-second form: waxing crescent!”
Mircalla’s hand turned into the wolf’s claws. She spun around and slashed her foes on the chest. Her attack produced three crimson crescents.
Just like that, the two peak acolytes fell before getting a chance to use magic. Everyone was dumbfounded.
Mircalla licked her hand clean. “For me, sucking everyone’s blood but virgins won’t relieve my psychological needs. Despite that, I will suck you dry, Johan!”
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