Chapter 1100

Someone soon replaced the Egyptian team. As expected, the person who had been replaced was another guy who kept casting the Undead Element. His Summoning speed seemed to be a lot faster than before. Not long after, the whole island was filled up with the mummies. It felt like the island was going to be trampled into the ocean at any second.

Mo Fan was still missing a few Soul Essences. His eyes glittered when he saw the Egyptian team's efficiency in Summoning.

Fifth-tier Thunderbolt, he got it!

The others would usually stay as far away from the undead as possible, but Mo Fan felt like he was looking at a bunch of naked young women. He yelled and lunged at the undead with greed and desire …

"Damn it, how dare you not take me seriously!" Meos' face darkened with anger.

She had spent a lot of effort to Summon a Commander-level undead, but Mo Fan did not even treat it seriously. He continued to slaughter the undead.

The rest of the Egyptian team was dumbfounded.

Was there something wrong with this Mo Fan's head!?

"Devour it!" Meos snapped furiously.

"Kooka!"

A thick, pitch-black centipede bone demon with a Curse Aura bursting out from its body rose from the ground and let out a long cry!

The Skeletal Centipede Demon was about fifteen to sixteen meters long, and its tail was completely pointed. Its neck and head were made of bones, and there were two huge human skulls on its body. Its eyes were filled with a murderous aura, and it looked like a monster that had crawled out of hell. It did not fit in with the living creatures of this world!

"It's the Tactile Centipede Demon!"

"How did they Summon something like that? It's very difficult to control a demon that enjoys killing living creatures. The students will be in danger if they aren't careful!"

"What can they do? The Undead Element is not easy to control. Even though it's listed as a Dark Element, everyone knows it's going to be a huge problem if it's used in a duel between Mages!"

"It's our fault," the governor of Venice let out a sigh.

It was impossible to stop the duel now. Both the Chinese team and the Egyptian team had to decide the winner, even if some people died. After all, the outcome of the duel concerned the entire country. There was a huge difference between the rewards of the first and second place!

"Let's hope they're fine. I don't think the world will approve of the Egyptian team winning the duel like that. There are many Evil Spells and Forbidden Spells that can grant a person a tremendous amount of power in a short period of time, but once they are spread around and are sought after by people, they will eventually bring great disasters to mankind. Only orthodox Magic can help us survive," the representative of the Holy Judgment Court said disdainfully.

The Holy Judgment Court was the most authoritative judicial organization established by the Magic Associations of the Five Continents. Their responsibility was not to punish Mages that had committed crimes, but to eliminate those that practiced Evil Spells!

Magic originated from all kinds of abilities. Throughout history, people had created countless abilities. However, the ones that were truly suitable for humans to cultivate and had a long history were the major Magic Systems of the four major classes.

Those that were not listed as orthodox Magic were called Forbidden Spells.

Among the Forbidden Spells, those that harmed the lives of others, affected one's mind, and killed countless living beings were called Evil Spells!

The most typical Evil Spells were the Cursed Beasts of the Black Vatican.

They turned living humans into Dark Beasts or Cursed Beasts, so ordinary people could learn spells similar to the Summoning Element and the Undead Element. These Evil Spells were on the Holy Judgment Court's kill list. Unfortunately, the Black Vatican had infiltrated too many people, and it was difficult to identify them. They had already developed into a cult. They had to rely on the government, associations, renowned clans, alliances, and the army to fight against them.

The strange Magic that the Egyptian team was using relied on the Undead Element, so the Holy Judgment Court had no reason to investigate them thoroughly. The organizer of the Venice Organizing Committee had no reason to disqualify them from the tournament …

However, the rules and laws might not be able to stop the Egyptian team, but it was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It was no different from taking performance-enhancing drugs in a track and field match, but the performance-enhancing drugs were new, so it was not against the rules.

…

"Kouka!"

The Tactile Centipede Demon summoned a Cursed Wind like a cloud, stirring the black mist. Its target was none other than Mo Fan. The terrifying tentacles were like spears stabbing toward him!

Mo Fan harrumphed coldly when he saw the creature.

The creature might look ferocious, but it was not necessarily that strong. If it was trying to fool him with the disguise of Hell, why didn't it ask his demon bloodline for permission?

"Piss off!"

Mo Fan stomped on the Death Axe Mummy's shoulder and leapt to the Tactile Centipede Demon's head!

Mo Fan gathered his will in his fist and threw a punch at the Tactile Centipede Demon's left head with brute force!

The Tactile Centipede Demon was knocked backward by the force of the punch. A huge part of its skull was smashed into pieces.

The Tactile Centipede Demon slid a few dozen meters back. After it regained its balance, its four eyes emitted a crimson glow, giving it a ferocious appearance!

"Crack!"

The Tactile Centipede Demon suddenly opened its mouth. To everyone's surprise, the Tactile Centipede Demon's esophagus was not on the two skulls, but between them …

The two skulls were hanging beside the gaping mouth. It looked eerie and eerie!

"Trying to spit something out?"

Mo Fan chuckled coldly. He flipped his palm and was engulfed in a mysterious silver light. The Space Element's Star Orbits flickered like a meteor, granting Mo Fan the ability to control everything!

"Have a taste of this rotten flesh!"

Mo Fan unleashed his Telekinesis, turning it into countless wisps flying at the Dark Red Mummies.

Mo Fan lifted the Dark Red Mummies into the air like little chicks and tossed them into the Tactile Centipede Demon's mouth!

The Tactile Centipede Demon was about to spit out the Curse Wind, but its mouth was stuffed full of Dark Red Mummies. It could not vent the power of the Curse Wind that was stuck in its esophagus. It felt extremely uncomfortable!

"Eat more, the giant centipede I saw at Dongting Lake was a lot stronger than you. You're so skinny, people might think that Egypt is poor and doesn't have good food!" Mo Fan calmly grabbed more Dark Red Mummies with his Telekinesis.

The little undead had no chance against Mo Fan's Intermediate Level energy. They were all lifted into the air and poured into the Tactile Centipede Demon's mouth like rice grains.

"Why are you holding them in your mouth? Eat them!"

Mo Fan was imperious. He threw a punch across the air and knocked the Dark Red Mummies into the Tactile Centipede Demon's esophagus.

The Tactile Centipede Demon's body was bulging. The mummies were forcibly squeezed from its neck to the middle of its body. They were most likely going into the Tactile Centipede Demon's stomach!

"Explode!"

Mo Fan clenched his fist. The Dark Red Mummies in the Tactile Centipede Demon's stomach exploded. The explosion spread wildly and the Tactile Centipede Demon's stomach swelled. Its body, which was made of bones, could not endure the force any longer. It exploded into pieces!

Broken bones poured down like rain. The upper half of the Tactile Centipede Demon's body rolled down and landed not far away from Mo Fan. The lower half of its body flew at Meos like a giant black whip, stabbing right in front of her. Meos' face turned pale from the cold!

"Impressive, but not impressive!" Mo Fan burst out laughing. Meos almost vomited blood when she saw the arrogance in Mo Fan's eyes.

"I can Summon as many of them as I want!" Meos said stubbornly.

Sayed could not stand it any longer. He whispered, "This Mo Fan is most likely an expert at killing demon creatures, and he has a lot of Elements. His Basic and Intermediate Spells are extraordinarily powerful. The undead strategy isn't as effective against him as it is against the other countries. We have to team up and Summon a big guy. If we don't take him out, our Pharaoh Spring is going to run out sooner or later!"

"It's going to consume more of the Pharaoh Spring. Don't panic, let's keep him busy!" Neferu said.

No matter how unconvinced Meos was, there was no way she could Summon another Commander-level creature like the Tactile Centipede Demon in a short period of time …

"Meos, your Tactile Centipede Demon was crushed."

"This Mo Fan, he knows the skeletal undead can reassemble their bodies! Damn it! "

"Stop wasting the Pharaoh Spring. Summon more Dark Red Mummies, I don't believe we can't devour them!"

Meos felt like she was about to spit fire, yet she could not do anything to Mo Fan. He had even killed a high-level undead like the Tactile Centipede Demon in a few moves!

The Tactile Centipede Demon's bones were scattered across the ground, but Mo Fan had accurately located the bones of the undead crystal and crushed them into pieces. The Tactile Centipede Demon had no chance of resurrecting!

The Tactile Centipede Demon was indeed weaker than it looked, but its strength was its ability to reassemble its body and continue fighting, even after it was crushed into pieces.

Mo Fan could tell with a single glance that he was incredibly experienced. Without Summoning five or six Tactile Centipede Demons at once, they would not be able to do anything to him!

…

"He's still Summoning these things? Very well, very well!" Mo Fan seemed impatient when he saw the undead charging at him again, yet he was overjoyed on the inside.

The shining silver was sent over again.

Even though Mo Fan had yet to find out how the Egyptians were able to Summon an unlimited number of undead, he noticed that the chances of these undead dropping Soul Essences were quite high. The chances of them dropping Soul Essences were two to three times higher than the undead in the Ancient Capital. The Egyptians must have expended some kind of energy to Summon these undead. After the undead were killed, the remains of the undead were relatively sturdy, and could easily turn into Soul Essences!

A Servant-class Soul Essence was equivalent to five million, while a Warrior-class Soul Essence was equivalent to twenty million. Mo Fan had just used a few Intermediate and Basic Spells to earn so many valuable items. He was hoping that the battle would last as long as possible, so he could strengthen all the Basic, Intermediate, and Advanced Spells of his five Elements. That way, he would truly be unbeatable!

In order to prevent the Egyptians from knowing that he was trying to amass wealth, Mo Fan had to pretend to be weak, just to give them the illusion that they could eliminate him if they Summoned a few more undead.

"Forty-nine Warrior-level Soul Essences! Hehe, I finally have a fifth-tier Thunderbolt!"