Above the mage!

Chapter 281 Five-Ring Necromancer
Inside the meeting hall of the Icefield Temple, there was a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

The ice wall made of solid ice is thick and smooth, isolating the noise and cold from the outside world.

Complex religious symbols are also carved on the ice wall, flashing with mysterious light.

Several magic lamps were hung high, emitting a soft and bright light, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day, yet not dazzling.

Because it is a meeting hall, people come here to discuss and decide important matters within the sect, so confidentiality is very important. It is a completely enclosed room without any windows and only one door leading to the outside world.

In the center of the hall is a long ice table.

Two rows of chairs next to the ice table were neatly arranged, waiting for each mage to take a seat.

There are three positions on the main seat, representing the three leaders of the Snowfield Guardians: the Archbishop, the Inquisitor and the Chief Guardian.

At this moment, all the high-level mages in the Snowfield Guardian's headquarters have gathered here and sat down on the chairs next to the ice table, each with a different expression.

"Holy Inquisitor Ryan, is there something important that requires you to summon us to the meeting room in such a hurry?"

Of the three main seats, two are currently occupied.

The one who asked the question was one of the two people sitting on the throne, Archbishop Rune.

In fact, the power structure among the Snowfield Guardians was originally led by the Archbishop, with the Inquisitor who was in charge of the Hunters and the Chief Guardian as deputies.

However, this structure was broken after the previous Archbishop Lucy Hernandez failed in her attempt to forcibly upgrade her ring and died soon after due to the backlash that damaged her body.

Because although Rune, who succeeded him, was also a fourth-ringer, he was obviously not as powerful as Archbishop Lucy, and was not strong enough to convince Inquisitor Ryan and Chief Quentin.

Therefore, the Snowfield Guardians have become the three-way parliament today.

Hearing Rune's question, the Hunter Commander, Holy Inquisitor Ryan, who was sitting on another main seat, slowly glanced at Archbishop Rune's face and the faces of the equally curious people, and slowly spoke in a low voice:

"I called everyone here today because there is a matter of life and death for our sect that needs to be discussed."

"You may not know yet, but Sunaifa, the war mother of the True Ice Tribe, is leading 5,000 ice mages in her tribe to attack our Icefield Temple."

As soon as Inquisitor Ryan finished his words, the meeting hall, which had been immersed in a solemn atmosphere, suddenly exploded as if a huge rock was thrown into it.

"what?!"

"Is this true? How is this possible?"

"Is she crazy? What is she doing?"

"We have always kept to ourselves and the Zhenbing tribe. Why would she do this?!"

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Various voices of shock, confusion, and anger intertwined together, and in the completely closed conference hall, it seemed as if an invisible storm was raging.

Inquisitor Ryan sat there quietly, allowing everyone to discuss and vent, without the slightest fluctuation on his face.

It was not until a moment later that someone at the scene noticed that something was wrong with his expression and began to quiet down.

"Holy Inquisitor, what is going on? We, the Snowfield Guardians, have no grudges against the Zhenbing Tribe. Why did Sunaifah lead his people to attack us for no reason? Where did you get the news?" Archbishop Rune asked the questions that concerned everyone on the field.

Everyone in the conference room was now focused on Inquisitor Ryan, waiting for his answer.

Holy Inquisitor Rui An is already over 600 years old this year. Even for a fourth-ring mage with a lifespan of years, this age is considered to be in middle and old age.

But he has taken very good care of himself. There are not even too many wrinkles on his face, and there is no trace of gray in his hair. He exudes a sense of majesty.

"Of course it's not without reason." Ryan seemed to think for a moment before speaking slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone on the field was stunned, so what was the reason?

Ryan looked around at everyone and spoke again in a low voice: "It's all because of me."

"because of you?"

Ryan said slowly: "The True Ice Tribe has found the person who will bring them hope of revival as predicted by War Mother Oretia, and they have supported him as the new king of the True Ice Tribe."

Archbishop Rune was surprised and said subconsciously, "In Oretia's time, the Iceborn bloodline had just begun to decline. Oretia was also a seven-ring Iceborn wizard, and the rituals and spells she performed were quite grand. Therefore, the True Ice Tribe has always been very faithful to the prophecy she left behind."

"Even in the North, there are still some tribes that believe in this prophecy and look forward to the appearance of the person in the prophecy."

"So, it's not surprising that the Zhenbing tribe embraced this prophet as the new king. After all, they have lived by this prophecy for so many years."

From the tone of his voice, it was clear that Archbishop Rune was not very convinced by this prophecy.

"And this new king of the Zhenbing tribe has some rifts with me." Ryan glanced at Archbishop Rune, laughed, and changed his words: "Maybe more than a little."

"Gap? What kind of gap would allow the new king to bring a large army to attack our Icefield Temple?" Archbishop Rune said in disbelief, and at the same time he was dissatisfied with Ryan's current careless attitude.

For the northern tribes, the resources required for a long-distance large-scale raid are actually difficult to afford.

That is to say, the Zhenbing tribe has such a foundation, but it can only happen once or twice at most, otherwise it will collapse first.

So how big a gap must have been for the Zhenbing tribe to cause such a big fight?
He really couldn't accept that Ryan was still trying to evade the issue even though he had gotten into such a big trouble.

Not only Archbishop Rune, but also the senior leaders of the sect present were equally puzzled.

But Ryan did not answer Rune's question, but changed the subject, "After the new king was supported by the Zhenbing tribe to take the throne, the first thing he did was to behead Donald, the great elder who had always had dissenting opinions in the tribe, and completely wiped out the voice of opposition in the tribe."

"He said this is what he thought unity was."

"Because the only choice is the best choice."

Speaking of this, Inquisitor Ryan showed appreciation on his face, "This is indeed a beautiful thing to do. It is even a great inspiration to me."

"Why are you saying this?" Rune frowned.

"So, the reason why I called you here to discuss matters today is to learn from the actions of the new king of the Zhenbing tribe." Ryan still did not answer Rune's question, but looked at everyone and said with a smile.

But although Ryan was clearly smiling, everyone on the field felt an inexplicable chill, and their spines went cold.

"Learn from the new king's actions? Ryan, what do you mean by that?" Archbishop Rune also noticed something was wrong and almost slammed the table on the spot. "Archbishop, you are still so impatient."

Facing Archbishop Rune's fury, Inquisitor Ryan still maintained an elusive calm and indifference on his face, as if no sound could touch his heart in the slightest.

However, at this moment, Ryan's body suddenly experienced a violent fluctuation of magical power, which was in stark contrast to his calm expression.

An unprecedented sense of dead silence suddenly arose in the closed meeting room.

Immediately afterwards, a heart-pounding vision suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Behind Inquisitor Ryan, there were inky dark tentacles extending out like the tentacles of a giant octopus in the deep sea!

These tentacles twisted and coiled, baring their fangs and claws, carrying an ancient and evil aura, and dancing flexibly in the air like living things, directly wrapping around Archbishop Rune beside Ryan!
The power of the tentacles was too strong. Although Archbishop Rune was a fourth-ring mage, he was insignificant in front of the power of the tentacles and was directly controlled to stay in place and unable to move.

As the tentacles tightly wrapped around him, wisps of blood mist emanated from Archbishop Rune's body.

As soon as the blood mist flowed out of Rune's body, it was sucked into the tentacles, and then passed through the veins of the tentacles and flowed into Ryan's body like a catheter transporting life.

It was visible to the naked eye that as the blood mist energy poured into Ryan's body, his complexion became rosy, even revealing a sickly glow.

In contrast, Rune's face had turned deathly pale, and his eyes were also deathly white. He looked like an old man who had been drained of his vitality and was dying.

"Forbidden necromancy, energy draining!" A terrified cry rang out.

Someone on the field recognized the meaning of the horrifying vision before them.

These tentacles are the embodiment of the fifth-ring necromancy spell [Energy Drain], an evil spell that can directly extract the target's vitality to heal itself and replenish its vitality.

Being able to cast fifth-ring necromancy spells meant that Ryan had quietly been promoted to a fifth-ring wizard!
The moment they recognized the spell, everyone present also realized its meaning and looked at Ryan with disbelief.

The fact that Inquisitor Ryan was already a fifth-ring wizard was much more shocking than his ability to cast necromancy spells.

In the North, since the Iceborn bloodline declined, there has not been a five-ring wizard for many years.

“That’s what I mean.” As Rune’s face grew paler and his vitality faded, Ryan’s voice rang out calmly and coldly in the conference room.

"Please spare me." Rune's eyes were filled with fear and despair. He struggled, using up his last bit of strength to squeeze out a broken plea for mercy from his dry throat.

He is still young, and his mage level is only at the early fourth ring.

As for the mages, the higher their levels, the greater the difference in strength becomes. So Rune couldn't even cast a single spell in front of Ryan, who already had five rings.

Ryan was completely unmoved by Rune's plea for mercy.

In the face of absolute power, Archbishop Rune could only watch in despair as his vitality faded away bit by bit.

Finally, the flame of his life was completely extinguished, leaving only an empty shell. He slid powerlessly from his seat and lay on the floor of the meeting room.

However, even so, Inquisitor Ryan was still not prepared to let Rune go.

He stretched out his right hand, and a black line as deep as ink and extremely evil extended from his fingertips, carrying endless chill and breath of death, and directly pierced the lifeless body of Archbishop Rune.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Archbishop Rune's body, which should have lost all vitality, actually began to tremble slightly, and then in an incredible way, he climbed up from the ground.

His movements were stiff and strange, his eyes were empty and lifeless, like a puppet controlled by some evil force. He stood up mechanically, and then silently stood behind Inquisitor Ryan.

Although he stood up, he was no longer the honorable archbishop who once possessed the power of a four-ring wizard, but a walking corpse controlled by necromancy.

There was no expression on Rune's face, only death in his eyes.

It is still forbidden necromancy.

After brutally killing Rune, Ryan wanted to manipulate his body and turn it into his own chess piece and puppet.

This is the terrifying thing about necromancy.

This scene made everyone shudder.

"As you can see, I became enemies with the new king because of my practice of forbidden necromancy."

Ryan clapped his hands lightly, and then the door of the meeting room was pushed open. Loychi, who was let go by God, was unexpectedly escorted in rudely by two hunters.

He looked up at Inquisitor Ryan sitting on the throne and Archbishop Rune who had become a puppet behind him, his face filled with horror.

"archbishop"

Ryan didn't even look at Roych, and said to himself: "The new king asked Roych to tell them that if they either hand me over, they will withdraw their troops and stop disturbing the peace of our Icefield Temple;"

"Or they will lead a large army, flatten this place, and come to capture me personally."

A sneer appeared on Ryan's face. He looked around at everyone in the meeting room and continued, "I know that after hearing this news, many of you must be inclined to hand me over so as to avoid this war for the Snowfield Guardians. Especially Archbishop Rune, who cares about the sect and definitely does not want to fight with the Zhenbing Tribe."

"But I definitely can't just surrender like this. My people won't agree to that."

"This is not good. With such disagreements, our sect will fall into an atmosphere of disunity."

"So," Ryan smiled, "I have made a choice for you. Now Archbishop Rune has unconditionally supported me. I believe you will not have any other opinions."

These words made everyone present feel a chill - Rune had become a zombie controlled by Ryan, how could they not support him unconditionally?
But what can they do?

Even the fourth-ring Archbishop Rune was unable to resist Ryan and turned into a zombie. Could these third-ring mages still contend with Ryan?
"The orders of the Holy Inquisitor should be respected." A hoarse voice sounded in the conference room, and then more voices began to echo.

Although their hearts were filled with reluctance and helplessness, in the face of absolute power, surrender became their only option.

Ryan nodded with satisfaction, his eyes as sharp as a hawk as he scanned everyone present.

"Don't worry," he said slowly, his voice full of unquestionable firmness, "Although the Zhenbing Tribe is powerful, it is nothing in front of a five-ring necromancer."

"I will personally handle this matter. Those people from the Zhenbing Tribe who attempt to invade our Icefield Temple will never be able to set foot in the Icefield Temple."

His tone was full of confidence and dominance, as if everything was under his control: "As for the sect, under my leadership, it will surely embark on the road to glory again."

"Hope of recovery, haha."

(End of this chapter)