Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 297 Death God Space, the Great Pyramid of Giza as "Nourishment"!
With Khufu's death, the Thousand Jewels granted him an enhanced power.

However, this enhanced power was not obvious.

The Seal of a Thousand Jade requires four layers to undergo transformation.

Khufu's necromantic power is countered by his "Death Law," making him easy to deal with.

Kindred stood silently in the empty core of the pyramid. Wolf Spirit's shadow slowly receded, and Lamb Spirit's short bow turned into specks of light and vanished.

The surroundings were completely silent, with only the restless death energy remaining in the pyramid itself surging uneasily.

His gaze swept over the sinful temple built of bones, curses, and resentment.

He swept his gaze over the lowly souls who, having lost their restraints due to the fall of the emperor, trembled in the corner.

Then, the deep shadow behind Kindred, which had originally been just the background of his existence, suddenly expanded infinitely!

A vast, boundless, and profound space slowly unfolded behind him!

This space is not the material world, but is constructed from the purest laws of "death"!

Its overall atmosphere was somewhat gloomy and dark, and above the gloom, there were countless veins made of soft white light.

In the space, countless tiny points of soul light can be faintly seen, flowing slowly according to some eternal rhythm.

This is Kindred's Death Realm!

A unique space, separate from the underworld and the mortal world, where he "guides" the souls of the deceased!

"rise!"

The sheep spirit raised its hands as if embracing the world!

With his movements, the entire Great Pyramid of Giza, along with the necromantic soil it was rooted in, which was tainted by the energy of death, emitted a deafening roar!

The cursed black stones that make up the pyramids, the vengeful gems, the piled-up bones of emperors... everything tangible and intangible was forcibly stripped and decomposed by an irresistible force of law!
Like a sandcastle uprooted, the pyramid slowly rose under Kindred's power, flying towards the vast Death Realm behind Kindred!

During the flight, the massive pyramid structure rapidly melted and decomposed, transforming into the purest energy flow containing the immense essence of the dead!

At the same time, the undead power around the pyramids, which had become violent and disorderly after losing Khufu's control, as well as the trembling low-level undead, were also captured by the suction force emanating from the Death God's space!

With a wave of his hands, Yang Ling guided the torrent of undead essence stripped of Khufu's will, along with those low-level soul points, into the Death God's space!
The shadow of the wolf spirit is like a greedy glutton, opening its invisible maw to actively devour the stripped-out remnants of curses and resentment, completely annihilating them and transforming them into nourishment to support the Death God's space!
The entire pyramid became the perfect "nourishment" for the Kindred's Death Realm!
With the complete disintegration of the pyramids and the infusion of a large amount of necromantic power.

On the originally somewhat empty, dark background of Death Space, strange changes began to occur.

The galaxy, composed of soft white light, became clearer and brighter, like a lighthouse guiding the lost.

At the boundary between darkness and white light, strange flowers quietly bloom—half of their petals are pure white, and the other half are deep black, while warm golden light dances in their stamens.

This is a unique spider lily from the Death Realm.

What's even more astonishing is that within this Death God's Space region, countless pure points of soul light began to emerge and coalesce!
These points of light are not the resentment of the dead, but the souls of ordinary beings who have been forcibly imprisoned and tortured by Khufu for countless years and have long been lost in the filth of the underworld!

Guided by the compassionate white light of the sheep spirit and bathed in the gentle glow of the red spider lilies, they finally broke free from eternal torment and darkness!
They transformed into hazy, humanoid phantoms radiating soft white light, their faces bearing the calm of liberation and the relief that followed confusion.

They bowed silently in the direction of the sheep spirit, and then, following the guidance of the white starry river, like weary birds returning to their nests, slowly merged into the depths of the Death God's space.

Kindred stood still, the Lamb's radiance gently illuminating the returning souls, while the Wolf's shadow vigilantly guarded the boundaries of the space. Having accomplished this, Kindred leaped away, leaving this so-called underworld!

After Khufu's death, Kindred's mark once again sought a target.

This time, the mark did not fall on the demon emperor, but on a human forbidden spell mage!
In Asia, Dubai, the golden city, boasts the iconic Tower of Basilica, a sword piercing the sky, standing proudly in the heart of the city.

The observation deck at the top of the tower is not a noisy place for ordinary tourists, but the private domain of Su Lu, a powerful and influential forbidden spellcaster and a giant of the Asian Magic Association.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, it seemed as if the whole world was laid out beneath his feet.

The indoor lighting was deliberately dimmed, leaving only a few wall lamps inlaid with magic crystals, which illuminated Su Lu's angular profile in a half-light and half-shadow.

He had recently received news about the holy city:

The Void Queen descended upon the Holy City, the Golden Dragon perished, and even the combined might of the six Archangels could not capture this formidable foe.

Above the heavens, Vel'Koz, the Eye of the Void, like a cold satellite, continuously surveyed the panic-stricken Europe.

Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, the Temple of Liberty was in equally dire straits. The monstrous tide unleashed by the Siren King had engulfed Newt City, and the Statue of Liberty, the symbol of dignity for the American magical community and the headquarters of the Wizarding Association, had been forced to abandon its post and become a lair for the Sirens…

This series of news did not stir much emotion on Su Lu's face.

His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, making a dull, rhythmic tapping sound.

“The world order… is becoming increasingly turbulent,” he muttered to himself. “The demons’ movements are more frequent and more… intense than expected.”

He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

“With the Holy City suffering such a heavy blow, all six archangels will surely retreat to their nests and have no time to spare for anything else…” Su Lu’s lips twitched up very slightly. “This is indeed a… rare opportunity.”

A shadow fell over his face. "It seems the 'Dragon Emperor' plan must be accelerated."

Just then, the door slid open.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black mage's robe, with a capable face but a hint of barely concealed unease, strode in. He was one of his trusted advisors.

"My lord." The man bowed respectfully, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed his inner unease.

Su Lu didn't turn around, her voice rang out indifferently: "How's the progress?"

"Reporting to you, sir... we're still short. The number of Titan cubs was already..."

"Ok?"

Before he could finish speaking, a cold, nasal sound came from Su Lu's throat.

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate is incompetent!" Shen Mo lowered his head even further, his voice trembling, "But please give your subordinate a little more time! Your subordinate will! Will definitely complete the mission as soon as possible..."

Su Lu slowly turned around. In the shadows, his eyes, like two cold stars, were fixed on Shen Mo.

"What I want is the result, not the process, and certainly not... explanations."

"Yes! Yes! I understand! I will do it right away! At all costs!"

(End of this chapter)