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n“Flowing fire, bloom.”

nThe gigantic flaming light blade man bloomed like a flower among the undead, instantly clearing a large area.

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nBut within a few dozen seconds, it was filled with even more new undead.

nJoelson’s face was slightly pale, and he panted heavily.

nThis was already the tenth fusion spell he had cast, and with the addition of other spells, even he was somewhat exhausted.

nJoelson was playing a controlling role on the battlefield. Whenever there was danger, he would cast a spell.

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nTherefore, his consumption was the greatest.

nThe other members of the mercenary group were even more exhausted.

nAmberg was someone who had lost the ability to fight.

nHe was having a good time killing the undead and accidentally triggered berserk. After clearing out countless undead, he fainted on the ground.

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nIf it weren’t for Joelson’s timely rescue, he would have become a member of the undead army by now.

nDarlene’s face was pale. It would take a long time before she could shoot an arrow, and the white light on the arrowhead dimmed.

nThe hand that pulled the bowstring trembled slightly, but she still stubbornly bit her lip and continued to shoot arrows.

nHewlett also panted heavily and temporarily retreated to the encirclement to recover his strength.

nNot to mention the Akenshi people, even the Sword and Rose mercenary group had lost three members.

nBut the undead tide was still pouring out, and even the level of the undead was still increasing.

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nThe Necromancer behind the scenes intended to tire them to death.

nThis was one of the evilest and terrifying professions in the entire continent, the terror of the Necromancer.

nAs long as there were enough corpses, they could even kill gods.

n“Joelson!” Hewlett suddenly shouted.

nEveryone’s eyes instantly focused on Joelson.

nThat’s right, they almost forgot.

nThe gray eyes lit up with hope again.

nUntil now, all the prophecies that the first elder had said had come true one by one. If all of this was true…

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nThen…

nJoelson was the saviour who could end this calamity.

n“If this goes on, all of us will die.”

nJoelson said calmly, “We can only think of a way to find the Necromancer and kill him.”

nEveryone’s spirits were instantly lifted.

nJoelson was right. The Necromancer who was hiding in the darkness and controlling everything was the key.

nAfter dealing with the Necromancer, the undead army would collapse on their own.

n“Are you looking for me?”

nAn unpleasant voice came from the thick fog.

nA gust of strong wind stirred up the thick fog, and a huge shadow slowly flew out from the fog.

nEveryone saw the shadow clearly, and the eyes that had just been lit up with hope instantly fell into despair.

n“Tier 9, undead dragon!”

nSomeone said with a trembling voice.

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nIn the night sky, there was a huge skeleton of a dragon floating quietly, and its empty eye sockets were burning with strange green flames.

nAn evil and dark aura instantly filled the entire area.

nA figure covered in a black robe was standing on top of the Undead Dragon’s head.

nHewlett stared at the undead mage on top of the undead Dragon’s head, gritted his teeth, and said his name with a hint of fear.

n“Frederick!”

n“Yes, it’s me. I’m so glad that someone can still remember my name.”

nFrederick bowed slightly as if he wanted to perform an elegant magician’s etiquette.

nHowever, with his current figure and the undead bone dragon under his feet, it could only make people feel that it was indescribably strange and ugly.

nFrederick looked down at the people struggling in the sea of undead, he spoke with contempt and anger, “You shameless thieves! When I get my things back, I will make every single one of you wail in pain for 100 years!”

nJoelson looked at Hewlett with a solemn gaze.

nHewlett laughed bitterly at him, explaining, “We insulted the forbidden land that sealed Frederick in the Ash Forest and took something from him. However, we inadvertently woke him up.”

nIt was only now that Joelson understood why Hewlett, as a tier 8 powerhouse, had to seek help from others for a simple escort mission.

nWhy was the level of the mission double-A?

nJudging from the current situation, the difficulty of this mission was probably more than S grade.

n“Frederick!” Hewlett suddenly shouted at the figure on the skeletal dragon.

n“Let us all go, and I’ll return the thing to you.”

nHewlett had originally planned to send this important thing to the guild master of the Mage Union in the King’s City for safekeeping, in case the evil undead mages recovered their strength and once again wreaked havoc on the continent.

nBut under the crisis of life and death, his sense of responsibility was temporarily abandoned.

nLiving was the most important thing.

nFrederick let out a strange laugh and suddenly raised his hand.

nHewlett’s heart palpitated. Before he could react, a light flashed.

nA sharp pain came from his hand. One of his palms had been cut off and fell to the ground.

nThere was a dim silver ring on the middle finger of the broken hand.

nJoelson’s pupils contracted slightly.

nIt was an interspatial ring!

nSomeone picked up the broken hand and looked at the crowd without any expression.

nHewlett screamed in disbelief, “Alvin?!”

nWasn’t he already dead?!

nHewlett was very regretful. He had forgotten one important point. Frederick was a Necromancer and could control corpses!

nThe broken hand landed lightly on Frederick’s hand.

nHe casually took off the interspatial ring on the broken hand, as if everything was under his control.

nEveryone felt a strong sense of despair from the bottom of their hearts.

nAn old monster that had lived for thousands of years, whether it was strength or intelligence, was not something they could contend against.

nFrederick took out a black-green object from the interspatial ring.

nIt was like an ancient and ugly old tree root.

n“The lich’s heart, my heart.”

nFrederick whispered its name happily.

nThen, he tore off the black robe on his body.

nAt this time, everyone could see his appearance clearly.

nIn fact, he was a dried corpse that could be weathered at any time.

nFrederick tore open his chest and pressed the ugly lich’s heart into it.

nInstantly, his mouth, nose, and eyes emitted a strange green light.

nAll the aura of the undead in the surroundings gathered toward him, forming a gray vortex visible to the naked eye under the night sky, blocking out the moonlight and starlight.

nFrederick absorbed all the aura of the undead like a blue whale sucking in water. The army of the undead under him fell like straw, leaving only a decaying body.

nBut at this time, he no longer needed to rely on these things.

nThe aura of the undead bone dragon was also rising.

nIn the blink of an eye, the aura of a saint-level was emitted.

nSome people sat on the ground, no longer having the strength to hold their longswords. They looked at Frederick, who had a terrifying aura under the night sky, and said in despair, “It’s over!”

nAt this time, a large amount of blazing aura suddenly gathered.

nEveryone was immediately shocked. They looked toward the center where the fire elements gathered, and a hint of hope suddenly burst out in their eyes.

nIt was Joelson!

n“He! He’s breaking through!”

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