The Ghost King looked at the two specters before it, one of which was flying in an S shape, while the other was flying in a B shape, and it was naturally extremely displeased. It immediately opened its mouth and sucked the two specters into its stomach. After absorbing the consciousness of the two specters, it realized that they had been controlled by the enemy the moment they caught up to the enemy.
"So this is the method of the living Necromancers?" The Spirit King muttered to itself. "Interesting …"
In the center of the Duat Plane stood a dark and terrifying black castle. Vampires that had turned into bats, gargoyles, spirits, banshees, and other typical undead creatures surrounded the castle. There were also squads of death knights in black armor lined up neatly at the entrance, adding to the chilling atmosphere of the castle.
On the other hand, the interior of the castle was not as frightening as the outside. Although it was not as dazzling and magnificent as a royal palace, it was still clean and tidy. There were no piles of skeletons and cobwebs everywhere as expected. It was obvious that the owner of this place loved cleanliness.
At the very top of the castle's main hall, there was a throne made out of piles of white bones. On the throne sat a green, human-shaped energy body made entirely out of the evil power of the dead. It was the Great Emperor that the two Death Lords had mentioned earlier.
Although it was a pure energy body, the Great Emperor of the Nether Spirits still stubbornly maintained its human appearance, which was a stark contrast to the strange undead creatures beneath it.
The Spirit King, Chama, and the Skeleton King, Galsery, were reporting the progress of their trip to the Emperor. They had failed. The group of invaders had mysteriously disappeared into thin air.
"Perhaps they had escaped and returned to the realm of the living," Chama guessed.
"Don't think that those who dare to come here are as cowardly as you." Galsery retorted his colleague without holding back. "I have a feeling that I will have a good fight with them!"
"Hmph! You are a brainless warrior, you will only be beaten into a pile of bones, then pieced together again, and repeat the process. "Chama did not show any weakness and retorted sarcastically. The two actually quarreled in front of the Great Emperor.
The Emperor on his throne did not intend to help the two. He only watched as the two lords under him quarreled more and more fiercely without saying a word.
However, it was this silence that made the two wisely shut their mouths. They looked at each other, bowed to the Great Emperor, and retreated to the side.
They were the vassals of the Great Emperor, but they were also lords who ruled over a region, kings of their own race. Their relationship was that of a ruler and vassal, and yet also like allies. Such a feudal system of governance that had been proven to be unscientific by history still continued in Tiega, and had been for a very, very long time.
"Not only are the two of you useless, but you are also rude." A death knight clad in black armor and a sinister-looking helmet commented on his comrade's behavior. He was the King of Death Knights, Tamik, the most loyal knight of the Netherspirit Emperor.
As he finished speaking, he drew a snow-white scimitar from his waist and pointed it at the Skeleton King and the Spectral King. "For the honor of the Great Emperor, I want to duel you two. Yes, both of you. I hope the Great Emperor will allow it."
The words were so arrogant that the Spectral King and the Skeleton King were about to reply, but the Netherspirit Emperor finally spoke. "Enough. I approve of your duel, but not now, when I deem it appropriate."
"And now, I am more interested in those invaders." The Great Emperor spoke slowly, and turned to look at a skeletal mage whose style was clearly different from the others.
The people standing in this hall were all high-level undead. They were the leaders and leaders of all kinds of undead. Naturally, they had an extraordinary presence. Compared to them, this skeleton mage was like a tiny mouse. It was hard to tell how it had managed to sneak into this hall.
However, the Imperator was rather polite to the rat-like skeleton mage and asked, "Lord Pagner, you now know that we don't allow living beings to enter this place. It's not that we aren't hospitable enough, but the laws of the land beneath our feet turn all living beings into undead … So, where did these invaders come from? Can you give me any clues?"
The skeleton mage named Pagner nodded and replied, "Esteemed and great Your Majesty, this means that those who have come here are not living beings, but living dead in another form. We humans call them Soul Armatures, and I've introduced them to you before."
"A dead person can be reborn by possessing a suit of armor? So these are the interesting ones who have come this time. " A curious smile appeared on the emperor's face as he said, "Very interesting. I really want to see what a suit of armor that can move looks like."
"But, Your Majesty, there's still a small problem here." The skeleton mage quickly reminded the Great Emperor. "Logically speaking, the Soul Armatures and the Soul Armature Practitioner are inseparable. The two of them are always together and move together. The Soul Armatures may be dead, but the Soul Armature Practitioners are still alive. They should have returned to the embrace of the undead the moment they entered this place, just like I did."
"Oh? What's going on here? "The Great Emperor asked patiently.
"Among the Soul Armatures, there's a very special being. His movements are not restricted by the Soul Armature Practitioner, and he can come and go as he pleases. This bastard is the villain I told you about, Hope, our common enemy," the skeleton mage said viciously. It was obvious that it hated Principal Bai to the core.
"Now that he's here to die, I'm sure he was lured here by the trap I set up, right? This couldn't be better, Your Majesty. I hope you can kill him here. Please believe me, he will be the biggest obstacle to our conquest of Isythre in the future! "The skeleton mage continued to incite the Great Emperor.
"Hmm … Interesting." The Great Emperor pondered for a moment. "But I don't think he was lured here by your little tricks. The real reason that drove him into this strange realm is not as simple as it seems."
The skeleton mage was at a loss for words. It wanted to say something to urge the Great Emperor to take action, but the Great Emperor took the initiative and said, "Tamik, you are the strongest warrior under my command. You will be the one to take down Hope. I will ask Sante and Modo to help you."
The three Necromancers stepped forward and bowed to the Great Emperor. Without another word, they left to carry out the Great Emperor's orders. Galthery and Charma, who were supposed to deal with the invaders, had been stripped of their duties. They could only stay where they were. They wanted to say something, but they did not dare to say it out loud.
After the arrangements were made, the Great Emperor dismissed the remaining Necromancers and sat alone in the spacious hall, deep in thought.
While Baiyi and the undead pursued Da Xue, the expedition team from Da Xue had finally arrived at the new realm. Baiyi had always been fond of green, so the place was filled with lush mountains and clear waters. Every student felt refreshed, especially the archery students. Most of them were young elves from Eom Village, and the boys were handsome and the girls were beautiful. Nature in this realm made them feel very close to it.
However, in the warm breeze, they smelled something different. It was the smell of death.
"What? I can smell the undead here? " Mia's face was filled with shock when she heard the student's report. Mordred walked over and asked, "Which direction, exactly? How many are there? "
The elves shook their heads. They did not know, either. As Wind-Chasing Archers, they were not even Novice Archers. They could barely identify the aura of the wind, but they could not glean any more information.
"I can't believe you don't know anything. This is going to be troublesome." Mordred grinned, unladylike, and scratched her head. She looked at Mia and said, "Should I bring some people over to check it out?"
"Be careful," Mia said, giving Mordred a hug. "Don't forget to run if there's danger."
"Tsk! Dragons can't be so cowardly. If there are undead, I'll burn them to ashes!" Mordred said loudly and activated the armor on her body. The helmet on her back moved on its own and covered her head.
Then she walked out of the tent and whistled to the sky. A giant dragon suddenly descended from the sky, causing a series of disturbances in this unfinished camp.
Mordred mounted the dragon and waved goodbye to Mia. Mia looked at the tents that had just been set up and collapsed. She began to understand why her sisters were so worried about her.
Mordred was too unreliable!
Just as Mia was about to help set up the tents, a few other girls ran over to snitch on Mia, saying that a boy had taken advantage of the chaos to lift their skirts. They refused to admit it and insisted that it was because of the strong wind.
Mia had no choice but to teach the girls a lesson. They should not wear short skirts when they were outside, and instead, they should choose the conservative but safe Adventurer's Trousers. She had the same idea when she was younger, and the current Principal had taught her a lesson.
"But … we're not as pretty as you, Professor Mia. If we wear those clothes …" One of the girls grumbled.
Mia had no choice but to comfort them, telling them that a woman's beauty was not only about her appearance, but also about her heart and temperament.
After feeding him a few bowls of chicken soup, the female students left for the time being. However, the rest of the questions came one after another. For example, the fire couldn't be lit, a reckless guy accidentally ate a poisonous mushroom, a class's tent wasn't evenly distributed, and so on.
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