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"Something's wrong!"
"This isn't a sacrificial rite!"
"This is... Necromancy?!"
Weston's eyes widened as he stared tensely at the scene before him.
"Necromancy?"
"What's that?"
Even though he had been a Wizard for two or three years, Warrod wasn't exactly a studious person. His knowledge of magic was still quite superficial, and he knew even less about "Dark Magic", the forbidden magic that didn't circulate on the market.
"Actually, I've only heard of it. I've never seen it with my own eyes."
"Necromancy is magic that manipulates corpses. The most common form is turning the bodies of powerful humans into puppets."
"If the corpse was a Wizard in life, the practitioner of Necromancy can even make those puppets use their magic."
"I've heard that those who master Necromancy to its peak can even restore the deceased's consciousness and memories, though only for a limited time."
After understanding what Necromancy was, Warrod suddenly became indignant.
"This, this is simply a desecration of life!!!"
"You're right, they are desecrating life. That's why the Council has strictly forbidden the research, sale, and use of this magic."
Weston nodded solemnly and looked back at that "Priest" who was using Necromancy.
"That person was just refining a portion of the corpses into pure magical energy and injecting it into other corpses to enhance the strength of the puppets."
"From what I know, this is already considered quite sophisticated Necromancy."
If those Wizards who use Necromancy learned this method akin to "sacrifice," they wouldn't need to specifically seek out strong human corpses for puppets anymore.
"Because they could completely rely on accumulating quantity to trigger a qualitative change."
Although there is some loss during the energy transfer process, as long as enough corpses are sacrificed, that loss can be fully compensated for.
"So... should we take action?"
"Of course!"
"In fact, we must!"
Over 150,000 soldiers had died on this battlefield during the previous war.
Weston didn't even dare to imagine what kind of powerful puppet could be created by sacrificing so many soldier corpses.
If left unchecked, this group would surely become a source of turmoil threatening the kingdom's stability in the future!
Just as he finished speaking, a sense of crisis suddenly surged in both their hearts.
Their sharp perception and extensive combat experience made them realize immediately that someone had launched an attack against them.
"Quick, get out of the way!!"
Both of them instinctively lunged forward.
Almost at the same time, two Soldier Puppets appeared where they had been hiding.
The first Soldier Puppet descended from the sky, its heavy fists falling like meteors, causing the ground to crack instantly and sending stone fragments flying.
The second Soldier Puppet attacked from behind. Using its left leg as a pivot, it raised its right leg high and swept powerfully from bottom-right to top-left, snapping a tree that was three arm-spans thick in half.
Sensing the movement behind them, a wave of lingering fear surged in both Weston and Warrod's hearts.
"Luckily we dodged in time. If we had stayed there, we would have been heavily injured even if we didn't die!"
"How is it possible? I didn't notice them at all before they attacked?!"
This lunge allowed Weston and Warrod to narrowly avoid the sneak attack, but it also completely exposed them to the group of people in black.
Just as the two of them stabilized themselves, several more Soldier Puppets attacked from the front!
Unlike the previous two puppets that used fists and kicks, this batch of puppets held weapons—some were longswords, some were spears, and others gripped katanas—but every single one of them moved with incredible speed.
Longswords slashed down, spears thrust forward, and long blades swung horizontally.
The Soldier Puppets coordinated flawlessly, attacking mercilessly. In the blink of an eye, they wove an airtight net of silver light in the air.
"Not good!"
Seeing the light net about to descend, Weston hastily grabbed Warrod and jumped back with force. At the same time, he swept his right arm horizontally, shooting out the word "Shield" from his fingertips.
Clang—!!!
Letter Magic materialized a shield, blocking the entire silver light net seven feet away.
Screech—
His legs dragged two long furrows into the ground.
Weston finally stabilized himself.
When he looked up again, he and Warrod were already surrounded by the group of people in black.
"Phew—"
"That was close!"
"Weston, thank goodness you reacted quickly, or I'd be dead!"
Warrod stood up clumsily from the ground. After glancing around, he skillfully moved behind Weston, standing back-to-back with him as mutual support.
"Don't celebrate too early!"
"Wait until we finish off this group and return to the guild, it won't be too late for you to treat me to a meal then!"
Excluding the Dark Wizard using Necromancy and the Soldier Puppets he had refined, there were at least three hundred people in black present.
The silver lining was that, judging by the fluctuations of their magic power, these people didn't seem very strong.
Suddenly, the people in black in front parted to both sides, opening a path in the middle. The man who looked like the Dark Wizard walked forward slowly.
"Who are you people?"
"Why are you here?!"
Weston looked up and saw that the man appeared to be around forty or fifty years old, but the magic power on him was darker and colder than anything he had ever seen.
It was much more severe than the Demonized Blake in the City of Outlaws or Slave using Human Subordination!
"I should be the one asking who you people are and what you're doing here!"
"Necromancer!"
"You stole the corpses of soldiers who sacrificed their lives in the war to create puppets, desecrating life. You've violated the Council's laws. If you're smart, surrender quietly and confess all your crimes!!"
When it came to seizing the initiative with words, Weston never backed down.
Hearing this, the Necromancer suddenly chuckled coldly.
"You lot from the Official Guilds really have nothing better to do than worry about others!"
"Don't you know that meddling in other people's business comes with a price?"
He wore a look of mockery, but a greedy light reflected in his pupils. "I was just worrying that these Soldier Puppets were numerous but not refined enough. Since you two have delivered yourselves to my door, I'll take you without hesitation!"
When conversation is disagreeable, even half a sentence is too much.
Since the opponent wasn't a good person anyway, he might as well strike first.
Having made up his mind, Weston attacked directly.
As soon as he moved, he unleashed a powerful ultimate move without holding back.
"Amaterasu: Formula 100!"
The magic circle formed in the blink of an eye.
The people in black only felt a sudden brightness before their eyes. Looking down, they saw dazzling golden light shooting out from the ground beneath their feet.
The light enveloped everyone, extending upwards about ten meters into the air.
"What's going on?!"
In the midst of their confusion—
Boom—!!!
The golden light transformed into an earth-shattering explosion!
Over three hundred people in black were instantly sent flying through the air by the explosion, wailing and screaming in agony.
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