If Banchagana wanted to, his six weapons could kill most of the swordsmen on the ground by colliding with each other. The power of the six Planes of Souls was absolute suppression. Even the black-robed bishop would be injured. But he only displayed the ordinary strength of a high-level undead, using the Flame of Nihility to burn the swordsmen on the ground.
Daniel, who was on Banchagana's back, heard Salin's shout. After a moment's thought, he knew that he shouldn't let the leader of this group go. So he said, "Banchagana, go kill the one in the black robe!"
Banchagana replied coldly, "Go kill him yourself."
Daniel was angry. If he could kill the mage in the black robe, he wouldn't have to suffer the wrath of the three kings. He was originally a patient person, but now he exploded with anger. "Fine, I'll go."
Daniel jumped down from Banchagana's back and went straight for the black-robed bishop.
Banchagana was even more depressed. The black-robed old man had the mark of a god, but he was different from these lowly swordsmen. Killing him would cause endless trouble. To Banchagana, the Holy See might not be a big threat. The real threat was the god behind the Holy See.
It didn't matter if he killed those unimportant people. If he attracted more enemies, at most, he could escape back to the Undead Plane with his two brothers. The gods wouldn't cross the plane to kill him for these insignificant people.
But this black-robed old man had the mark of a god, which meant that he was recognized by the god and was a true believer. If he wanted to kill this person, he had to erase the mark on him at the same time. Only then would he be able to stop the god from tracking him down. But Banchagana had crossed planes and his power was now one level lower. He couldn't erase the mark on the black-robed old man.
He wasn't Salin's subordinate, so he didn't care about Salin's future. It would be best if he could find traces of Shang Lan in this plane, but if he couldn't, he shouldn't go against the gods for a human.
Things were not like tens of thousands of years ago. Humans no longer had the power to fight against the gods. Even if Banchagana didn't have Judy's intelligence, he wouldn't do something so stupid.
But if he wanted to hide his tracks, he would have to pretend to be Daniel's summoned creature. If Daniel died, where would he find a second necromancer? Therefore, Daniel only jumped a few meters before Banchagana used his tail to pull him back and emitted a ball of gray light that fixed Daniel on his back.
"Put me down!" Daniel was furious. But his voice could not even pass through the grey light. No matter how he shouted, Banchagana continued to chase after the swordsmen.
The black-robed bishop did not know about the conversation between Daniel and Banchagana. He was shocked. The swordsmen under him were all elite referees. Their levels might not be high, but with more than two hundred people gathered together, even a Gold Sword Saint would be injured if they were to unleash their Sword Qi. The Undead creature in the sky had no wings and could fly in the air. The Flames of Nothingness that it spat out could melt gold and iron, and its subordinates were killed one by one without any ability to resist.
He did not know that Banchagana had the intention to let them go, but he did not dare to fight him head-on. He still had some tricks up his sleeves, but he could only endure it.
"Let's go." With that, the black-robed bishop took out a magic scroll from his ring and unfurled it.
With a flash of white light, he disappeared with a dozen or so swordsmen beside him. Seeing the black-robed bishop escape, Salin was furious. If Banchagana attacked the black-robed bishop, he would not be able to use the scroll even if he had the god's gift. If the black-robed bishop left, his newly built city would never have a day of peace.
Did he have to give up on this great foundation?
The black-robed bishop was also a ruthless person. He had lost his son and nearly two hundred subordinates, taking only a dozen black-armored swordsmen with him. This was a huge loss, but he did it without hesitation. It was Banchagana's strength that forced him to give up. If Banchagana focused his attacks on him, he could only rely on magic to fly, and the scroll would not be of any use.
The Teleportation Scroll was an extremely rare magic scroll. After using it, he would be teleported to a relatively safe location. The distance and direction could not be determined. Moreover, he could not be disturbed while using the scroll. Otherwise, if the magic failed, he would be torn into tiny particles by the power of space.
Seeing that the black-robed bishop had abandoned them, the remaining swordsmen lost their morale. Banchagana was in the sky, and they could not fly. This was not the Tanggulas Empire, and they did not have any anti-air weapons. They could only be slaughtered.
At this moment, Banchagana suddenly stopped attacking. The swordsmen immediately seized the crucial opportunity and fled in all directions. They had lived in the north for many years and were very familiar with the terrain. Unless Banchagana chased after them with all his strength, most of them would definitely escape.
Salin helped Neris stand firm and looked at Banchagana in the sky, his expression uncertain.
Banchagana was deliberately letting the enemy go. He knew that Banchagana had his own ideas, but leaving such a force in his city was bound to be a hidden danger. Salin restrained the blue light that was about to shoot out of his eyes and suppressed the killing intent in his heart. Even if he had mastered the power of lightning, he would not be a match for this Undead Lord.
He had to think of a way to control the power of these three fellows. Otherwise, his city could be destroyed at any time.
"Master …"
"Neris, let's go back." Salin interrupted Neris. Neris was definitely unhappy with Banchagana, and Salin's mood would also affect Neris.
"I also caught a guy in the forest."
"Bring him back together."
"That guy is about to die. I might not be able to bring him," Neris replied. She had broken the knife-wielding man's sternum. With the protection of her sword aura, the knife-wielding man did not die for the time being. But how long could a person live with his heart exposed to the air?
Salin frowned and thought for a while. He felt that the black-robed bishop would not come back to cause trouble. At most, he would return to the Tanggulas Empire to report what happened here and ask the Vatican to send more people. With the strength of the Undead Lord Banchagana, the black-robed bishop would not stay in the north.
The black-robed bishop had escaped. Even if Salin asked anything from the knife-wielding man, it would not help. He did not greet Banchagana and returned to the depths of the forest with Neris. Conan the Barbarian was still on the tree, guarding the knife-wielding man who was about to die.
"Ask away." Salin did not interrogate the knife-wielding man himself. He knew that his ability was not as good as Neris's.
"Master, it's best to let the Winged Skeleton do the interrogation." Neris suggested. Her idea was vicious enough. The Winged Skeleton was an undead, so its interrogation ability was not a problem. But this knife-wielding man was a believer of the gods. Even though his level was not high, he could still send back enough information. It was too obvious that the knife-wielding man had died in the hands of the undead.
The black-robed bishop saw Banchagana before he died. Any torture this knife-wielding man's soul would be recorded as Banchagana's. Neris's framing skills were not great, but it was enough.
Banchagana could not tell the other party that this had nothing to do with him. No one from the Vatican would believe him even if he did.
Torturing the soul of a believer was a felony. The laws of the Vatican could not be tarnished so easily. Banchagana wanted to stay out of this, but Neris would not let him.
"Then capture more people." Salin heard Neris's suggestion and had a feeling. He knew that this idea was too sinister, but it was exactly what he needed.
"Mage Salin!" Shouts came from outside the forest. It was the Spellcasters from Tosrig Island rushing over with the swordsmen. They rushed at full speed and arrived only a little later than the leisurely Banchagana.
Salin was overjoyed. These Spellcasters were the ones he could rely on. It was time for him to get some real followers. Although the Spellcasters were powerful, there were too few things that a single person could do. With more followers, he would not have to do many things himself.
"I'm here!" Salin summoned the Spellcasters and swordsmen into the forest. Banchagana did not mind. He carried the furious Daniel and flew back without landing. If it was Judy, Coco would probably come down to explain to Salin and find a way to repair the damaged relationship. If it was Diabinus, he would probably be fired up and kill everyone from the Vatican.
Banchagana was a little confused. He had killed dozens of people, scared away the black-robed bishop, and caused a rift in his relationship with Salin. This kind of behavior could be said to be very stupid. It could also be said that he only cared about his own feelings.
Salin ordered the Spellcasters and swordsmen from Tosrig Island to chase after the fleeing Vatican Warriors, and specifically ordered them to capture a few alive. These captives could not be seen by the Three Lords. He had a use for them.
In some planes, there was more than one deity, and the deities would fight for followers. If one side captured the followers of the other side, they would punish them. The deities would sense if their followers were being tortured. Salin asked the Spellcasters to capture these Judges. These were not high-level followers, and he did not need high-level followers. It was best to use these low-level followers to frame him.
If they were high-level followers, they would send detailed information to the deities before their souls were shattered. These low-level followers could only send back vague information.
It was enough to let the people of the Vatican know that their followers had been tortured by a powerful undead.
Salin did not have any psychological burden doing this. After all, the things that the people of the Tribunal had done were outrageous. Capturing barbarians, refining Blood Knights, all these gave Salin a reason to torture their souls.
There was one more thing that Salin was thinking about. He was considering contacting Ainphent. According to Ainphent's parents, Ainphent had already become a mid-level Necromancer. With Ainphent's previous strength, he would not need much time to rise to Level Five. Ainphent had knowledge of undead and mysterious contract magic. He would definitely have a way to deal with the Three Lords.
Salin still remembered that in Baron Cook's castle, the Nut Mercenary Team had all been controlled by Ainphent because they had violated the contract. That kind of power was frightening. If he designed a contract to trap the Three Lords, they would have no choice but to work for him.
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