My Players Are So Fierce

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“Old Friends Reunion” of the Dark Female Baron

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“Old Friends Reunion” of the Dark Female Baron

“This is a ‘Necromancer,’ a role of lower-class Psychic among undead creatures, whose most significant trait is the complete preservation of their thinking and intelligence from when they were alive, with minimal memory loss.

Moreover, they can prepare the ritual in advance in case of sudden death.”

This is often the best choice for low-level Psychics who might face unexpected death.

However, the essence of this ritual still belongs to the realm of cursed spells, and the creation of a Necromancer requires the assistance of others.”

At least in my memory, there has never been such forbidden knowledge spread across the lands of Transylvania…”

In the area connecting Smugglers’ Forest and Polluted Swamp, Lady Cui Si, who used the Paralysis Spell with objects of evil to immobilize the ringleader disturbing the Woodland in mid-air, saw through the guy’s true nature at a glance.

She didn’t even need to lift the hood that partially concealed his identity; merely the slight scent of decay and special herbs emanating from him was enough to identify him.

She loosened her fingers allowing the Nocturne Wand to hover over her shoulder, and then she took the Festival wand that Murphy had handed her.

This object was a Magic Artifact made from bones, shaped like a cross and made to look like a common festival wand, and from the appearance alone, it was impossible to determine which school of craftsmanship had produced the Festival wand.

But, fortunately or unfortunately, Cui Si had traveled through the Continent during her long years as the Scarlet Witch.

She was not unfamiliar with the object in her hand.

Under Murphy’s watchful eye, Cui Si chanted in a hoarse voice a very strange language consisting of seven-part spells, combined with the conversion of dark Psychic Power into an even more ominous and ill-boding Death Psychic Power.

She easily unlocked the “Usage Restriction” hidden within it.

The act was no more challenging than using the Knocking Skill to unlock a door.

And with a slight gesture from Cui Si, the noisy Smugglers’ Forest quickly calmed down.

Under her manipulation as the Spiritual Overlord, the Elite Skeleton Army that was besieging the little players immediately entered a state of withdrawal and reorganization.

Under the cover of the War Fog released by the skeleton Mage, they disengaged from the battlefield and, under the astonished gazes of the little players, returned swiftly and smoothly to where they belonged.

“I always can’t help but wonder how many more secrets the legendary Scarlet Witch still holds that I don’t know about?”

Murphy asked in a low voice:

“So, what exactly is this thing?”

“An ‘Undead Controller,’ a poor imitation based on the death secret techniques mastered by the Moon priests of the Song Sea Empire.

I once visited the Moon Holy City in Origin Land, where I witnessed the Moon Priests using ‘Netherworld Staves’ to control tens of thousands of Nether Pharaohs’ Forbidden Guards to subdue rebels.”

With a disdainful toss of the Festival wand in her hand, Cui Si said:

“Not only is this thing on a much smaller scale, but it also fails to provide those Elite Skeleton Army with more Death energies from the Netherworld Plane, so it’s a matter of being neither here nor there.

I’m more curious about how such secret techniques came to be spread than the craftsmanship of this thing.”

The Blood Vulture Duke, batting her enchanting eyes at the Necromancer in front of her, inquired:

“Where did you learn these Death Psychic Skills?

This is not knowledge that just any third-rate Psychic can master.

The priests of the Moon Holy City tightly control these mysteries from Hades.

I didn’t even qualify to enter their ‘Eternal Tranquility’ grand library with my status back then.

So, are there any Sanghai People among you rats?

If I delve deeper into my guess, could there be a defected Sanghai Moonlight Priest among you?

Tsk, the forces of Dusk are indeed formidable.”

“Ah, you’ve said the name!

Damn it!

You’re going to get us all killed!”

The immobilized Necromancer, initially panicked, quickly calmed down and issued a fearless rebuke, also ignoring the drawn staff sword in Murphy’s hands, seemingly unafraid of death.

And indeed, that was the case.

As a special undead creature, having already died once, he naturally wouldn’t succumb to death again.

Like their higher-ranking role, Liches, Necromancers have special abilities.

They possess something called ‘Life Box’ to safeguard and hide their souls.

For these cursed beings whose souls are undying, their decaying bodies are merely clothes that can be changed at any time.

As long as the Life Box isn’t found, they can carry on their carefree existence, no matter how terrifying the opponent, without worry.

“I would advise you not to appear so fearless, Necromancer,”

Cui Si said coldly:

“Even with the protection of the Life Box, you will suffer irreparable damage on the level of consciousness and spirit after experiencing a second death.

As the price of undeath, every injury costs you something else precious.

Memory, thought, sanity…

Death is never kind.

If it can’t take your soul, it will take something else as collateral.

You see, my understanding of you is even deeper than your understanding of yourself, which means you’d better behave and answer little Mo Fei’s question!

Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to let you experience something more painful than death, and I hope you don’t doubt the ‘creativity’ of a Spiritual Overlord and eminent Blood Inquisitor in this regard.”

The Necromancer fell silent.

He knew that putting on a tough act was futile now that he had been thoroughly exposed; after all, he was just a Necromancer, not a more powerful Lich.