...
Ophelia and Lilith whipped their heads around, staring at Lynch with wide-eyed disbelief.
Lilith, in particular, adopted an expression of mock regret, as if thinking, ’Wow, what a sha I missed the good part.’
Er...
For a mont, Lynch felt quite awkward.
’I can’t possibly explain to them that I mistook her for my ntor and couldn’t help myself, can I?’
If word of this got back to his ntor, the old lady would probably give him a week’s worth of extra lessons.
*Hiss*... Just the thought of it sent a shiver down his spine.
He could only give an awkward laugh. "I was just thanking you for the Glow Shield earlier."
Avril’s little face flushed red again, and she stomped her foot. "S-Still, you can’t do that in public..."
She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.
"What a pity. I’ve been focused on polishing my Great Fireball Skill lately." Lilith wore a look of regret. "If I had known there would be a reward, I would have learned Basic Fla Shield first."
"Sigh, I have it even worse," Ophelia said, feigning a sigh of her own. "Even if I learned a battle aura shield, I can only cast it on myself."
"You two..." Avril’s face tensed up again. She glared at Ophelia and Lilith, a mixture of embarrassed anger and helplessness on her face.
But the slight upward curl of her lips betrayed the hint of sweetness she felt in her heart after being thanked by her senior.
"..."
Lynch fell silent, deciding not to continue this topic that was getting more and more sidetracked.
He quickly refocused his attention on the shared vision with his Bone Shadow, continuing to "observe" the rare duel between High Tier Necromancers.
A scene like this was sothing one could never normally hope to witness. It was an excellent opportunity to gain experience and broaden his horizons.
He might even be able to learn a few exquisite Undead control techniques from it.
And in just that short delay, the situation on the battlefield, as seen through his shared vision, had already changed dramatically.
Anthony’s once-orderly Undead Army seed to be made of paper in the face of his ntor Annabella’s Death Legion. In just a few monts, they had been utterly routed.
Lynch had originally thought his ntor only had a single Silver Armored Corpse.
But to his surprise, another Silver Armored Corpse now stepped out of the vortex, its fra even more imposing than the last.
It rampaged through Anthony’s Skeleton Corps, and wherever it went, bone fragnts flew like rain.
Whether they were ordinary Skeleton Soldiers or the fiercer-looking Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Guards, they were all like brittle twigs before it. A single swipe would reduce them to a pile of shattered bones.
Even the Tier Five Skeleton Commanders, once it got close, could not escape the fate of being pinned down, brutally beaten, and ultimately reduced to a pile of shattered bone.
And compared to Anthony’s Ghosts...
His ntor’s Ghost forces were more nurous. They moved in swarms, hovering and circling over the battlefield like a vast, cold, dark cloud.
However, in a duel between two Necromancers specializing in the Summoning System, Spirit Body units like Ghosts, which excelled at attacking souls and draining life force, were not much more effective than cheerleaders.
In contrast, the massive contingent of Skeleton Mages in the rear of his ntor’s army formation had a much more direct impact.
They were arranged in several small phalanxes, their Magic Staffs waving rhythmically, as torrents of multi-colored magical light rained down on Anthony’s forces as if they were free.
Upon closer inspection, the Magic included Fire Elent Blazing Fireballs, Ice Elent Extre Cold Storms, and even Earth Elent Clay Puppets and Rock Spike Skill, as well as Thunder Elent Chain Lightning... the list went on and on.
Mixed in were even Undead System spells like [Death Cloud] and the ghastly green explosions of [Poison Nova]. Although these two spells didn’t deal high damage to Undead, their corrosive effects could further weaken the opponent.
What made Lynch hold his breath and his pupils constrict was that the space on his ntor’s side rippled once again.
Two figures wearing ornate robes and crowns slowly erged from the spatial vortex.
They were gaunt and withered. At first glance, they resembled Skeletons, yet they possessed the desiccated flesh that Skeletons lacked. The mont they appeared, a powerful aura spread across the battlefield, causing an inexplicable tremor in one’s heart.
"Holy shit, Corpse Witches!?" Lynch exclaid in a low voice.
These were Undead spellcasting units even rarer than Skeleton Mages.
Corpse Witches were rare. Aside from the high difficulty of their conversion, the main reason was that they were usually converted from powerful Archmages, which allowed them to retain a significant portion of their knowledge and spellcasting abilities from their previous lives.
Moreover, judging from their auras, these two were clearly Corpse Witches converted from two Undead Archmages.
The mont they appeared, they raised the bone staffs in their hands.
There was no chanting, no complex casting gestures.
Just a flash of light from the tip of a staff.
The next mont, a dense ripple of Negative Energy rapidly spread out from one of the Corpse Witch’s staffs, instantly sweeping across more than half the battlefield and enveloping almost all of Anthony’s Undead Corps.
[Group Weakness Curse].
And an enhanced version at that.
Struck by this gray-black wave, all of Anthony’s Undead, whether Skeletons or zombies, slowed by half a beat. Even the Soul Fire in the eye sockets of the soul-fire units dimd noticeably, and the aura they emitted was significantly weakened.
Imdiately after, the other Corpse Witch pointed its bone staff.
A dense, black mist that seed to devour light instantly appeared in the rear ranks of Anthony’s forces.
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