Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone Chapter 647 - 437: Anti-Magic Barrier, Longxia Celestial Cou

His heart was filled with anger and confusion, and he let out a shrill, annoyed screech.

Then, he raised his bony hands high, and the four Corpse Witches floating around him did the sa.

A pillar of gray-white light shot forth from between Vladimir’s raised hands, bombarding the white castle below. It was followed closely by four slimr beams of gray-white light.

"Taste the power of the Soul Storm!"

Vladimir’s sinister laugh had just sounded when it vanished. The five gray-white pillars of light never reached the white castle’s structure. While still in mid-air, they were nullified by a strange fluctuation emanating from a Mage Tower.

A High-level Anti-Magic Barrier? Vladimir shrieked in a distorted voice filled with disbelief and anger.

Who the hell is this damn kid? How could a re Black Iron-tier ant imagine the existence of so many powerful creations in his Soul World?

In the hearts of many mages in the Mythical World, magical confrontation was considered a highly exquisite and delicate art. It involved using keen Perception to capture the opponent’s subtlest fluctuation of magic power, then interfering with just the right amount of force to cause the powerful magic they constructed to collapse. The sense of achievent in that instant was sothing that practitioners of other Professions could never experience.

However, not all mages could achieve such delicate control. So mages possessed imnse Magic Power but had cruder manipulation abilities. After rounds of failed magical confrontations, they gradually realized they needed a more direct way to defend themselves.

Thus, one of the wisest magicians, after countless days and nights of research, finally invented a series of anti-magic Protective Magic. From that mont on, magical confrontation shifted from a contest of wisdom to a clash of power. It began with small magic nullification shields and escalated to the Great Denial Magic Barrier, a spell that only a Legendary Mage could master.

This series of protective spells was like a band of savage stonemasons wielding great hamrs, recklessly altering all the rules within the exquisite Magic Hall. Magic of the sa tier would turn to ash under anti-magic protection. Only by using higher-level spells could one penetrate the sturdy anti-magic fortifications.

Countless mages openly expressed their hatred for the anti-magic series of spells. Everyone believed it to be a brutal trampling of and a great disrespect toward the Magic Hall. It was a regression that put a crude Magic Cannon Platform on par with a wise Great Mage. Yet privately, not a single mage abstained from studying this ti-saving and labor-saving marvel. Even the Naraku Civilization, with its fervent belief in the path of entropy, had also delved into anti-magic protective spells.

The Anti-Magic Barrier emanating from the Mage Tower of the white castle dispelled the Soul Storm cast by Vladimir, the Pseudo-Corpse Witch, causing it to vanish and leaving him in a dilemma.

The Undead Magic of the Naraku Civilization was renowned for its cunning and insidiousness, its essence lying in the manipulation of souls and will, not direct physical damage. Therefore, direct Damage Magic has always been considered a weaker aspect of the Naraku Civilization. The Soul Storm that Vladimir had mastered was already the highest-tier damage spell he could cast. However, when faced with the protection of the Anti-Magic Barrier, even such a powerful spell seed utterly inadequate.

As for lower-level spells like Skeleton Rebellion and Plague Cloud, there was no possibility of them breaking through this unyielding defense. These spells might cause so chaos and destruction under normal circumstances, but before the Anti-Magic Barrier, they were like powerless fists beating against an impenetrable wall, completely ineffective.

The strength of the four Corpse Witches, summoned through the Undead Calamity, had been greatly inflated on the Soul Struggle Battlefield, but they were still insignificant compared to Vladimir. Moreover, they possessed almost no ability to adapt. When the Soul Storm failed, these creatures rely floated dazedly around Vladimir, as if they had lost all direction and purpose, able only to watch helplessly as the situation grew increasingly unfavorable.

At this mont, the army of Skeletons and Zombies was sweeping over them like a tidal wave.

Encircling the white castle was a moat over ten ters wide. Its deep blue water was unfathomably deep, like an Abyss separating the living from the dead. Yet, almost instantly, the undead used their shattered bodies to fill the river, forming several gray-white bridges. These fearless undead sward across the bridges and gathered beneath the towering white castle walls. They pushed and stacked against one another, chaotically scrambling up the sheer surface.

As the bodies of the undead touched the white stone of the castle walls, a soft, gentle white glow emanated from the surface. The undead touched by the white light imdiately billowed with thick black smoke, as if their very souls were being incinerated by Purifying Fire. The Skeletons’ bones rapidly weathered and shattered, as if they had been corroded over a millennium. The Zombies’ bodies oozed copious amounts of foul-slling black blood, their bloated forms deflating like punctured balloons.

Although Fang Zhou, an Undead Mage of the new era, was not as knowledgeable or accomplished in undead Skills as Vladimir, a lingering soul from the Naraku Civilization, his spells for combating undead creatures were by no ans weaker. After all, in their struggle for survival, the Human Alliance of Blue Star placed extre emphasis on military education. As a student at Sea City Military Academy, the highest military institution of the Longxia Federation, Fang Zhou had access to far more extensive knowledge of combat and warfare than Vladimir, an ancient being with a fragnted soul.

Therefore, he had abandoned his specialization in undead creatures, choosing instead to conjure the Holy Castle of the Longxia Federation on the Soul Struggle Battlefield. This was, of course, to maximize the effectiveness of his Attribute Special Attack.

The first wave of undead slamd against the towering white walls and was smashed to pieces, but the ramparts stood firm. But the tide of undead seed endless, and the second wave crashed forward with the sa ferocity. Broken, decaying bones and shriveled corpses gradually piled up like small hills outside the white castle. Even so, the entire field of view was still a roiling sea of swaying gray, white, and dark green.

"Champion Swordsn, provide covering fire!"

"Celestial Court Dragon Crossbown, fire at will!"

All of his units and spells were illusions manifested from his own Soul Power. Therefore, he couldn’t afford to waste his spells aimlessly on endless undead fodder. My limited Soul Power must be used where it counts.

With the area outside the walls so cramd with low-level undead, it wasn’t just his sharp-shooting Celestial Court Dragon Crossbown who couldn’t miss—even a militia mber with a Hunting Bow shooting blindly would hit sothing.

Now is the ti for the Celestial Court Knight Order to show their true strength.

"Open the gates!"

The top of the Mage Tower burst into a dazzling white light, followed by the resonant sound of trumpets sounding in unison. A brilliant, sun-like golden light spread out from the Mage Tower as the epicenter. Before this radiance, the Inspiration Skill of the Heroic Spirit Battle Banner that Fang Zhou so often used seed as dim as a single candle in the night sky. Bathed in this glorious light, fear was purged from the hearts of even the most timid, replaced by fervent courage.

The Celestial Court Knight Order, having long been ready, stood like an unstoppable torrent, quietly awaiting the command to Charge.

When Fang Zhou’s voice rang out, the mountain-like giant Warrior at the front of the formation raised his golden-red long spear and responded with an earth-shaking roar.

"The Celestial Court Knight Order is assembled! Prepare to charge!"

In that instant, the lances raised by the knights ford a forest of burning fire. They then slamd them onto the ground in unison, raising a cloud of dust and grit. A blood-red Battle Qi surged from every knight, roiling like a tempestuous ocean. The golden patterns on their armor shimred within this sea of blood, like Elves of light and shadow, glowing with a mysterious and dangerous radiance.