Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

The group finally decided to continue towards Huacun. With their supply of gray garlic dwindling, Asariya's compromise became the best option: this life-saving item would only be used when the tide of the undead surged.

The procession moved through the pitch-black night, the moonlight shattered into scattered spots by the thick, dark clouds.

Three miles outside Yangyang Village, the stench of decay suddenly intensified. The wandering corpses began to turn their heads frequently, their bluish-gray skin gleaming eerily in the moonlight, and their joints cracking like breaking rotten wood.

"Three o'clock." Asariya suddenly stopped, her long, black-stockinged legs motionless in the night wind.

The silver chain around her neck reflected a cold light as she turned her head, illuminating the rotting corpse gnawing at the tombstone with its fangs. The creature's abdomen, with half of its intestines hanging from it, suddenly heaved violently, and its turbid eyes stared straight at her proud chest.

Ali, the bearded follower, strode forward, his military boots crushing the withered bones scattered on the ground.

An icy blue star map bloomed like frost flowers from beneath his feet, and ice magic condensed into black iron chains in the void.

"Ice Lock!" With a roar, three chains snapped shut, instantly pinning the rotting corpse to the weathered cross.

The sound of bones cracking mingled with the splashing of ice crystals, and putrid flesh froze into purplish-black ice sculptures in the extreme cold of minus thirty degrees Celsius.

"Do I need mid-level ice magic to deal with these weaklings?" Moonlight brushed past her eyelashes, casting butterfly-wing shadows on her cheeks.

Ali hurriedly performed a knightly salute, the breastplate and the breastplate colliding with a clear, resonant sound.

"Speaking of which, we've been traveling together for so long, and we still don't know how to address each other?" the short man asked with a grin. With his keen eye, he had already realized that this woman was no ordinary person.

"Ye Meng'e, Ye as in leaf, Meng as in dream, E as in graceful, you can call me Meng'e." The woman in black stockings spoke very seriously when stating her name, as if she was afraid of making a mistake at some point.

……

Along the way, it was mostly the dwarf and Meng'e's two followers who were dealing with the wandering undead.

They were quite lucky; they didn't stumble upon any gravesites and remained safe until nearly midnight, saving them a considerable amount of food.

"It'll be dawn in about an hour," the short man said, glancing at his watch.

"I thought the undead of the ancient capital were so powerful, but they're just a bunch of brainless idiots!" The bearded follower Ali laughed.

"Brother, please don't say that. The Land of the Dead is very eerie. You really can't say things like that!" the burly man said at this moment.

Ali, the attendant, didn't take it seriously and just grinned.

Ahead lay a patch of loose, black mud. The clouds in the sky were incredibly thick and hung very low.

"Tear!!!"

Suddenly, a pale white bolt of lightning ripped open this narrow space, illuminating the oppressive black sky and the endless black earth, making one feel as if they were walking inside an endless black box.

As thunder roared incessantly above the clouds, large raindrops fell, striking the earth heavily and splashing up tiny mud clumps!

"Damn it, it's raining!!" the short man cursed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a heavy rain began to fall, white lightning flashed, and the sky and earth were filled with the reflection of the rain, forming a dense, continuous expanse.

The rain was intense, washing away the soft soil, making every step a muddy mess.

Lightning struck again, and suddenly a blood-red stain washed over by the rain came into everyone's view.

"Mo Fan, you need to be prepared to fight now," Lin Lan said.

This rainwater is no ordinary thing; it contains something similar to the raging spring, which can enrage the undead and even make them come out to attack people during the day.

"I hate rainy days the most," Mo Fan cursed.

"Awooo~~~~~~~!!!"

"Ughhhhhhh!!!"

Suddenly, two heart-pounding roars came from the side. In the instant lightning split the rain curtain, everyone could see the deformed silhouette.

Six rotting arms crisscrossed the three-meter-tall torso, each claw clutching bloodstained instruments of torture. Most horrifying of all was the woman's head on the neck—wet hair clung to the stark white skull, and lips, pale from the rain, suddenly stretched to her ears: "Why did you abandon me?!!"

The sound waves, carrying a stench of decay, rushed towards him, and the short man stumbled and crashed into the broken monument.

"Corpse General, Great Corpse General!" The short man stared at the Great Corpse General in horror. If there hadn't been two high-level mages in the group, he would have definitely run away.

Lin Lan realized that this giant corpse general was the one Zhang Xiaohou and his companions encountered in the original story, the female officer who had merged with the undead.

However, if this giant corpse comes here, then it's just bad luck.

"Oh no! A large group of rotting corpses is converging on us. They seem to be obeying the orders of this corpse general!" his follower Ali shouted.

"Don't panic, Ah Xin, Ali, you deal with those swarming corpses," said Ye Meng'e, the woman in black stockings.

Her hair was soaked by the rain, and even her black veil seemed about to slip off her delicate face.

Everyone assumed that because she was wearing a veil, they would never be able to see her face, but at this moment she didn't hide it at all. After casually tearing the veil off to the ground, a flawless, white face was revealed...

This is not a completely Western face; in fact, if you don't look closely, it's not much different from an Eastern woman's. However, her eyes are exceptionally bright like stars, and her long eyelashes are now even more moist, just like pear blossoms in the rain, making her look charming and touching!
Before they could even appreciate it, the moonlight and star trails drew a line across the night sky.

The deathly aura that was originally present was covered by the cold air and lightning that rushed out from the summoned plane.

The Frost Thunderhawk, which is on a completely different level from these undead, has arrived!

The giant corpse was three meters tall, while the Frost Thunder Eagle's body, when fully extended, reached forty meters!
The difference in size alone is insurmountable, not to mention the difference in strength.

The group of people who were about to make a move were stunned.

"Frost Thunderhawk, you're out fighting. Don't eat this stuff, it might upset your stomach," Lin Lan said.

"Howl!"

The Frost Thunder Eagle nodded. This kind of creature, at the level of a great general, was easy to handle.

As soon as the Frost Thunder Eagle activated its domain, lightning and cold air adhered to the body of the Great Corpse General...

“Looks like we don’t need to take action,” Ali suddenly said.

The moment those rotting corpses came into contact with the eagle's domain, they were annihilated by lightning and ice.

Asariya had wanted to fight the giant corpse general alongside Lin Lan, but now it seemed unnecessary. Moreover, she clearly saw that Lin Lan was using dimensional summoning, not contract summoning…

If a summoned beast is a leader-level creature with a domain, then how strong must this person's contracted beast be?
“I don’t need to run when I encounter a giant corpse general. This is my first time doing this too,” the short man said.

The vast majority of undead are servants, but once the number of rotting corpses increases, even a team of mid-level mages will be wiped out.

If you disturb the Corpse General, you'll face an even greater chance of death. The Corpse General will summon all the undead within a one-kilometer radius. Even if you can kill hundreds of undead, you can never stop thousands of undead from gathering like a tide.

Corpse generals are already a nightmare for mid-level mages, let alone the kind of giant corpse generals that have been nurtured in the land of the dead for dozens of years!
Only high-level mages can usually handle the Great Corpse General; even the best mid-level team would surely be annihilated!
But things are different now. A master is a master. His summoned beasts are all commander-level, and they even have domains!
This giant corpse was reduced to bone fragments in just two encounters with the Frost Thunder Eagle.

The swung blades and axes couldn't even touch the feathers of the Frost Thunder Eagle.

The gap between a commander with a domain and a Great Corpse General is too great. A high-level mage can deal with a Great Corpse General, while the Frost Thunder Eagle can defeat more than a dozen ordinary high-level mages by releasing its domain.

"Come and keep me company..." The giant corpse kept repeating this phrase as its bones were completely covered by ice.

"Boom, you sprouting monster! Here you go!" Lin Lan jumped up and kicked the giant corpse general's head 100 meters away.

With that kind of ability, you're not even worth your time.

(End of this chapter)