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Lesser Prophecy was actually a divine spell that disrespected the gods. Even supreme mages could learn it from Greater Prophecy. This wasn't a divine spell bestowed by the gods, but one created by the mages themselves.
There were many types of Lesser Prophecy, but Death Immunity wasn't common. This divine spell only had a 20% chance of making the target immune to all types of attacks.
This kind of immunity could cross three ranks.
In other words, if a seventh level Archmage was blessed with Death Immunity, as long as the divine spell was successful, even a tenth level professional wouldn't be able to harm him.
A 20% chance was too small for someone in a life and death battle, but this kind of leap in rank was too big. This was a gamble type of divine spell. Because the enemy was too strong, Nicholas didn't even think about it and cast this divine spell on the winged skeleton, which had a very low probability of success.
The Winged Skeleton felt a chill. For undead, this feeling was too rare. Even in the Ice Purgatory, the Winged Skeleton hadn't felt cold before.
The Fallen Divine Spell brought a bone-chilling coldness to the Winged Skeleton. Its Death Rupture was a pure physical attack spell, which was rarely seen in elemental magic. Just like that, the Winged Skeleton swung its axe at the construct puppet's head with a cold aura.
With a cracking sound, the construct puppet's ten-meter-tall skull was split open by the construct puppet. The Winged Skeleton was sent flying by the recoil, its body flying upwards. Its bone wings folded, and with the help of the seawater, it dove into the abyss.
Nicholas was furious. The Winged Skeleton fled after a fierce attack. What was he going to do?
The spears of the twenty-four Desolate Warriors also hit the giant construct puppet. The power of twenty-four ninth-level warriors directly pierced a huge crack in the giant construct's legs. The movements of the twenty-four Desolate Warriors were also very smooth. After stabbing the construct puppet, they directly dove into the abyss.
Nicholas took out a scroll of Divine Incantation and opened it. A gray light flickered, and Nicholas disappeared. He had been teleported into the abyss.
This kind of random teleportation scroll was very valuable. Although it couldn't teleport too far, and the coordinates were uncertain, it was the best way to get out of danger.
There were no teleportation arrays that could be activated instantly. Only random teleportation scrolls had the same effect as instant magic.
"Nicholas!" The Winged Skeleton shouted. After he escaped from the attack range of the Construct Puppets, he was sucked into the abyss by a strong suction force and fell rapidly. Only then did he remember that Nicholas was not a Magician and did not know how to cooperate with him. His attack just now was able to stop the stone statue for a second.
One second was enough for a Magician to cast a powerful control spell. In this way, even a level-10 creature could be restrained for about three seconds. Three seconds was enough for everyone to escape from the stone statue's attack.
Mages had very few crowd control skills, and most of them didn't practice face-to-face combat. Only a few mages would indulge in offensive magic. Nicholas was a mage who was good at fighting, but he hadn't been corrupted for long. He couldn't cooperate with the winged skeleton like he used to.
It was not that the Winged Skeleton was ignoring him, but that even a Great Magician under Salin could cooperate perfectly with the Winged Skeleton. Battle Mages didn't need to think about these things. It was simply their body's natural reaction.
Nicholas entered the abyss and was pulled down by a strong suction force. He was inexplicably shocked and angry, thinking that the Winged Skeleton had abandoned him. However, Nicholas heard a loud shout beside his ear and calmed down instantly.
The Winged Skeleton was not Neris. It would never do such a harmful thing to Salin. He didn't pay attention to cooperating with the Winged Skeleton. Just now, the Winged Skeleton gathered all the Desolate Warriors' powerful attack, which was enough to stop the stone statue for more than a second.
Although he was not a Mage, he could still use this second to control the stone statue and calmly follow the Winged Skeleton's footsteps. Damn it, why was his reaction so slow?
The Winged Skeleton's shout was getting farther and farther away. Sound traveled faster in the sea than in the air. Nicholas knew that the direction he was falling was probably more than ten miles away from the Winged Skeleton. The distance between the two was getting farther and farther. The suction force of the abyss didn't go straight down, but forward.
The Winged Skeleton was furious. It lost Nicholas and couldn't resist the strong suction force. It could only let the current take it and fall into the abyss. Fortunately, the twenty-four Desolate Warriors behind it could keep up. In the water, they used the armor on the back of their Tainted Blood Armor to control the direction, so they wouldn't get separated from the Winged Skeleton.
The Desolate Warriors were all elite soldiers in ancient times. During their days in the army, they would never move separately. The twenty-four of them instinctively gathered together and moved with the Winged Skeleton. When Salin wasn't here, the Winged Skeleton was their commander.
Nicholas, I'm so sorry.
The Winged Skeleton said in its heart, but its eyes looked down. Its Undead Gaze was limited and could only see less than a mile away. It didn't know how deep the abyss was. The Winged Skeleton's wings were under great pressure. It didn't dare to stop, afraid that the strange power in this environment would tear its wings apart.
If it hadn't absorbed the body of the golden zombie, the Winged Skeleton felt that it would fall apart. It didn't know if Neris's body could withstand such strong pressure while following its master.
The Winged Skeleton was worried about Neris. It was afraid that Neris wouldn't be able to protect Salin well enough.
The depth of the abyss was only eighty miles. Because it wasn't a vertical fall, it was a thousand miles forward. Even if the angle was only one degree off, the distance between the Winged Skeleton and Nicholas would be widened to a point where it would be a headache.
Nicholas was a Mage, not a Magician. The Winged Skeleton could only pray that Nicholas had hidden a lot of treasures to protect its own life. It had to find its master. It couldn't search for Nicholas, or it would be in trouble if it missed its master. Without the Coiled Turtle Alchemy Ship, it would be very difficult to return to the Frozen Sea.
Although Nicholas understood the Winged Skeleton, he was in a bad situation. In this environment, a Mage's survival ability was not as good as a Magician's, even if he was a Level Nine expert. In this abyss, the effect of skills below Level Seven wouldn't last long. If he wanted to protect himself, he had to use skills above Level Seven.
Damn it! Damn it! Nicholas cursed in his heart. He took out a magic scroll from his ring and unfolded it.
A ball of light wrapped Nicholas inside. Nicholas didn't try to control the direction. He just tried to reduce the loss of power and let the water pull him down toward the abyss.
The distance of a thousand miles was crossed quickly. The ball of light on the surface of Nicholas' body quickly thinned. When he reached the edge of the abyss, Nicholas had no choice but to open another scroll.
Fortunately, in order to follow Salin to the Frozen Sea, he made a lot of magic scrolls. Fortunately, Salin was a generous Lord. He wasted more than half of the materials, but Salin didn't say anything and continued to provide him with materials for magic scrolls.
Nicholas opened the second scroll. The ball of light protected him again until he reached the bottom of the abyss. The periphery of the Abyss King City. Although Nicholas couldn't see the broken city wall in the distance, he saw a large number of magical beast remains.
Nicholas released a detection magic and was pleasantly surprised. There was a lot of soul aura here. Although the soul aura wasn't as large as the energy contained in soul fragments, it was very pure, just enough to repair his Pearl of Souls.
The power of the fallen magic mainly came from the Pearl of Souls. This soul aura could repair the broken souls inside and provide Nicholas with more power.
Nicholas suddenly had the confidence to leave the Abyss. Among this huge number of Daemon skeletons, at least one-thousandth of them still had soul fragments. These soul fragments were collected and trapped, but for Nicholas, whose life was in danger, they were life-saving straws. He didn't care about any difficulties.
Nicholas didn't want to search around anymore. He quickly began to search for remains with soul fragments among the magical beast remains. At the same time, he used the Pearl of Souls to absorb the soul aura. Nicholas smiled bitterly as he did this. He was very much like a necromancer now.
The winged skeleton landed on the ground and retracted its wings. It turned around and saw that none of the 24 Desolate Warriors had been lost. They were all following behind it.
Master, don't die …
The winged skeleton waved its left hand. It carried its huge double-sided battle axe and walked toward the Abyss King City. Although it didn't know that there was a tall, broken city wall eighty miles away, the heads of the magical beast remains were all facing the same direction. That should be where Salin had gone.
Along the way, the Winged Skeleton felt very comfortable in the absence of any living creatures. It devoured the soul aura in large gulps, and the soul aura in the surroundings seemed to be attracted by a huge wind dragon, surging into the Winged Skeleton's body. The winged skeleton didn't care about those soul fragments. The soul fragments it needed had to be left behind by intelligent creatures, such as humans. The souls of magical beasts were far less delicate than those of humans. They didn't mean much to an undead like the winged skeleton.
In the pitch-black bottom of the sea, among the mountainous magical beast remains, a dark golden skeleton was moving forward with 24 warriors shining with blood-red light. It was very strange.
A deep black soul aura gathered behind the dark golden skeleton like a great river. Wherever it passed, the skeletons of the demonic beasts would shatter and turn into ashes.
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