Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 219 The Guardian Frost: The Unresolved Storm of Slaughter - The Investigation

This is a meticulously planned, high-level killing trap.

They calculated the exact time Chen Mo would leave home and also figured out his habits of visiting the market.

The young lord led a very regular life. He would visit various places regularly every day, return to his residence to meditate and cultivate himself, and usually go to the market between the afternoon and dinner.

The high-ranking necromancer Doyle would stay at the residence to watch over the various trinkets that the lord had bought back. Of course, his real purpose was to guard the communicator so that he could contact the lord's fleet and the guards outside the valley.

From the strategist's perspective, the only remaining slightly troublesome element was the tough minotaur warrior.

However, it's not a big problem; wisdom can overcome brute force.

Having figured out Chen Mo's fondness for books, they deliberately displayed a large number of books as bait. This not only lured Chen Mo to the designated location, but the increased quantity forced the minotaurs to carry them back and forth, successfully luring him away from the mountain.

Finally, the scroll containing the true name incantation was the activation button; the moment Chen Mo approached, the killing scheme was launched.

They had also made careful plans for the ambush.

These flying needles were not ordinary hidden weapons, but rather the masterpiece of a certain alchemy master, a hundred-level refined magic item called "Nether Thorn" with multiple effects such as [Swiftness], [Armor Penetration], [Corrosion], and [Soul Devouring].

Simultaneously, a barrage of fire from several directions effectively blocked all of the lord's escape routes.

The skeletons that launched the attack were not cannon fodder summoned by the necromancer, but high-level undead guards of the underworld lord. Each one possessed the strength of a third-tier human warrior, and their bones were tempered to be as tough as fine steel.

In addition, the stall owners around him, along with several onlookers, all attacked at once, unleashing bone spears of attack magic, weakening spells of curse magic, and several fireballs and ice arrows at Chen Mo.

It has physical attacks, it has magical damage, it has living beings, and it has undead!
Dozens of attacks came at once, surrounding and killing a wounded second-tier necromancer at such close range. This could be considered a unique form of firepower coverage, and the planned damage value had already exceeded the sky.

It should be foolproof!
A military strategist from the Eastern Xia Dynasty once said, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Unfortunately, this mastermind seems to have done a little less than adequately in the area of ​​"knowing the enemy."

The moment the flying needle was shot out, the little girl who had been holding onto Chen Mo's clothes moved first.

"careful!"

Without hesitation, Liu Shuang stepped forward and used her petite body to block the attack coming from the front for Chen Mo.

A series of crisp sounds, like a sudden downpour striking a jade plate, exploded out as the densely fired [Netherworld Thorns] all struck the protective aura that Liu Shuang had hastily raised, stirring up visible ripples of energy.

Even the armor couldn't be penetrated; this ultimate weapon failed to achieve any effect, and Lord Chen Mo, who used the little girl as a human shield, remained unharmed.

However, with attacks coming from both sides and behind, Liu Shuang had no time to cover them anymore.

Amidst the horrified or smug gazes of the audience, Chen Mo kicked out his little finger, which was holding the book, and slightly tightened his body.

Then, the lord began to glow.

The first thing to appear was a soft yet resilient milky-white halo that completely enveloped Chen Mo. This was the [Holy Light Protection] of the Misty Moon Divine Court!
Then came the second and third beams of white light. The differences between these beams were extremely subtle, and only the High Priest of Mistmoon could barely discern them. They roughly included [Barrier of Piety], [Guardian of Light], [Shield of Glory], [Wall of Dawn], [Ring of Dawn], [Holy Word: Guardian], [Divine Veil]...

In an instant, Chen Mo was enveloped in a dazzling sphere of light, as if he had transformed into a miniature sun descending to earth, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

It's not over yet.

Amidst the dazzling white light, there were also swirling streaks of green, red, and yellow light...

From the Elven race: [Thorn Barrier], [Natural Barrier], [Embrace of Dawn], [All Things in the Universe]...

From the Magic Academy: [Elemental Resistance], [Mana Shield], [Magic Barrier], [Static Field]...

Various magical items, including the [Ethereal Armor], [Heart of the Hill], [Resilience Rune], and [Norton Ironbrow's Steelflame Barrier]...

There was also a lone blue light, the [Water Guardian] that I had just obtained from the sea creatures.

What is saturation protection? This is it!

The lord seemed to be instantly enveloped in a colorful onion ball, with more than a dozen different colors, attributes, and magical protections from different countries and races lighting up layer upon layer, emitting dazzling light and surging energy fluctuations!

Frankly speaking, this kind of protection is clearly outrageous.

However, considering that there is a greatswordsman who can get close to the lord at any time and who once broke the lord's ribs, it is not an exaggeration to be more vigilant.

Liu Shuang's past recklessness served as a warning to Lord Chen Mo. With the protective gear he was wearing, even if Li Zelin, a seventh-tier Void Breaker, came, he wouldn't be able to break through it before the scroll and item effects disappeared.

The market fell into a deathly silence, with only the faint hum of magical energy remaining.

All the witnesses present could only stare in disbelief at this scene. All the magical protective gear they had ever seen in their lives combined probably didn't equal the amount instantly activated by this young lord alone; he was practically a walking magical fortress.

Having too much magical protection actually has a downside: Chen Mo can no longer launch attacks. Although he has a pistol, most protective barriers cannot truly prevent entry from the outside.

Thus, the lord could only vividly demonstrate what it means to say: "Stand here and let me chop you down, or I'll admit defeat!"

The faces of the assassins had changed from initial ferocity to astonishment, and then from astonishment to utter despair!

As the leader of the attack, the middle-aged bookseller's lips trembled and his face turned pale. However, he had no time to utter any more exclamations, for Liushuang's sword was already drawn, and his first target was him.

After completing the fifth-tier upgrade mission, Liu Shuang stayed in Han Hai. Apart from training with the factory manager and various team leaders at the restoration factory, she hadn't seen any blood on her sword yet. Now, she had finally finished sharpening it.

The sword light flashed and disappeared like a shooting star in the cold night!
The middle-aged stall owner instinctively raised a pale white bone staff to try and block, but it was cleanly severed along with his thin arm!

Before his severed arm and bone staff even hit the ground, before he could even feel the excruciating pain, a second, even more piercing sword light had already grazed his neck.

With a burst of sword energy, his head, which was filled with a horrified expression, was instantly blasted high into the air! The headless corpse staggered backward, while the head drew an arc in the air, looking completely bewildered.

The next moment, Liu Shuang appeared amidst several skeleton warriors. Her sword danced like a wheel, the crisp clanging sounds echoing throughout!
Those tough skeletons, under the strikes imbued with the greatsword's immense battle aura, were easily severed, shattered, and disintegrated like withered tree branches! They turned into a pile of lifeless bone fragments.

Then came the mage stall owners, still in a daze, trembling as they attempted to launch a second round of attacks.

He charged forward, his posture exactly the same as the former Pevin swordsman, his shoulders slightly lowered, his signature charge as swift as lightning leaving a trail of afterimages, like a death tornado sweeping through the crowd, heads flying everywhere he went.

At such close range, neither necromancers nor undead creatures could resist the berserk attacks of a fifth-tier swordsman.

However, Liu Shuang always kept a close eye on the distance between herself and Chen Mo, ready to return to help at any time. As for the last guy who was a little too far away and tried to escape, the little princess casually grabbed a piece of broken bone from a skull, flung it out, and pinned the guy to the wall of the store.

A few minutes later, when the market guards finally arrived at the scene, panting and pushing through the chaotic crowd, they were met with a sight that resembled hell.

Centered on Chen Mo and Liu Shuang, the area within a radius of several meters was a scene of utter devastation. Broken stalls, scattered goods, scorch marks from magical attacks, and... corpses and undead remains littered the ground.

Blood stained the rough stone floor, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and the scorching aura of magic. The young lord, surrounded by light, was as dazzling as the sun surrounded by a rainbow. The little girl beside him had a frosty face, half of her body covered in blood, and her longsword was still in its sheath. Drops of blood were still slowly sliding down the tip of the sword, which was pointing diagonally at the ground.

The girl's still somewhat immature face and petite figure formed a stark contrast with the surrounding carnage, so much so that the guards only dared to huddle at the outer perimeter, not daring to approach even half a step closer. A dozen minutes later, the market's administrators arrived at the scene, and half an hour later, a group from the "Witch's Ring" council arrived, led by [Night Whisper].

At this moment, the lord's protective gear had gradually worn off. No one dared to deal with the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood on the scene. The blood had stained half the street red. The minotaur and Little Thumb had just finished tidying up the books on the ground. It was clear that the lord was quite distressed because many pages had been scattered during the battle.

It hurts even more than using up a dozen protective scrolls and magical items at once.

Upon seeing Night Whisper arrive, Chen Mo pointed to the scene and uttered a cold remark.

"I have learned about the hospitality of the Land of Exile!"

"I'm waiting for your explanation. If I don't get it, then I'll take it myself!"

The young lord left in a hurry, his mood as if he were immersed in an ice cave. [Night Whisper] began to arrange an on-site investigation.

Soon, the investigation results were clearly presented to everyone.

At another emergency "Witch's Ring" council meeting, [Night Whisper] explained the details of the incident and announced the results of the investigation.

The incident was so egregious that even the "gravekeeper," who rarely participates in the evaluation process, came to the scene.

"According to the investigation, a total of seven assassins were involved in this assassination. Since all the assassins died, we were unable to obtain any confessions. However, based on their affiliations, five of them were subordinates of the mage [Red Eyes]. We believe that [Red Eyes] is a prime suspect!"

When the name was mentioned, the members of the council seemed to suddenly realize who it was.

[Red Eyes] This guy is a well-known diehard in the Exile. In previous meetings, he vehemently opposed cooperating with Chen Mo. His reason for opposing was not that he was particularly committed to maintaining order in the Exile, but simply because this guy was a psychopath.

Although many people already know his story, the investigators still have to recount it again.

"Red Eyes is a descendant of the Wizard of the Rings, born in the Upper District. However, when he was six or seven years old, his father died in an accident, and Red Eyes' mother married another mage."

"His stepfather treated him very badly. Several familiar mages have confirmed that [Red Eye] may have been abused by his stepfather for a long time, and..."

The investigator paused for a long while, and only after being prompted by Night Whisper did he continue with some difficulty: "And...indecent assault!"

What followed was entirely predictable and logical.

[Red-Eye] The mage had good talent. At the age of twenty, he successfully changed jobs and became a young member of the "Wizard's Ring". Seven years later, he was promoted to the fifth rank, entered the council, and entered the ranks of high-level management.

From that moment on, the [Red-Eyed] mage stopped diligently cultivating and began to indulge in wild abandon.

His stepfather and mother died mysteriously one after another. Although many people suspected that [Red Eye] was responsible, it was their own family matter, and no one wanted to offend a high mage of the council for it.

He began buying many young boys and girls and raising them in his mage tower. Every so often, a wounded corpse would be carried out. This perverted hobby quickly became known throughout the neighborhood. However, it was still his own family matter, and no one would step forward to intervene.

Some of the monks knew the reason why he vehemently opposed Chen Mo's cooperation proposal, but they couldn't bring themselves to say it.

Finally, it was Night Whisper who spoke up to add to the discussion.

"When Lord Chen Mo first arrived in the Land of Exile, [Red Eye] approached the mercenary agency below and offered to buy the little girl who was with Lord Chen Mo."

"After the agency reported it, the council stopped him from having such an absurd idea. The other party was a guest introduced by the Duchy of Silver, and such a humiliating proposal could not be allowed."

"Therefore, Red Eye has always been firmly opposed to our cooperation with Lord Chen Mo. He has said more than once in private that unless that girl is sent to me, he will not be able to take her away!"

After a brief silence, the gravedigger let out a long sigh.

"He's a pitiful person too!"

Has he confessed to the attack?

[Night Whisper] shook his head: "No, he refuses to admit it! But we found some traces in his mage tower, and his attendants also confessed that just two days ago, he summoned several subordinates who participated in the assassination in the tower."

"Furthermore, the [Netherworld Thorn] was just borrowed from the secret vault by him. Based on all the evidence, it can be basically confirmed that it was under his orders!"

"Then let's deal with it!"

The "gravekeeper" stood up: "Although I oppose cooperating with that lord, such a major incident has occurred in our controlled area, and we must give him an explanation!"

"Send the investigation results and the head of [Red Eyes] to that lord, along with some compensation!"

"By the way, let's relax the restrictions on that lord's hiring a bit more. Give him twenty mages and forty undead creatures! Consider it our way of expressing our apology."

The "gravekeeper" turned around, floated a few steps, and then turned back: "Also, it's best to keep the motives behind [Red Eyes]'s assassination of that lord a secret. It's always bad for the reputation of the Exiles to have such a scoundrel in the family."

As the "gravekeeper" floated through the gate, the oppressive atmosphere at the scene finally began to ease.

[Night Talk] As I walked out the door with mixed feelings, a voice suddenly came from beside me: "Give me a bigger share of the extra transfer slots this time!"

It's still that greedy guy, [Rotten Sac].

[Night Talk] Nodding, looking wistfully at the gray sky in the distance.

【Rotten Sac】saw through his thoughts and leaned closer to ask in a low voice, "What? Worried about not being able to explain yourself?"

"Yes!"

"You've seen how extravagant this lord is. Those protective scrolls and items he's wearing are worth at least several hundred gold coins, and the little girl he's with is at least a fifth-tier girl!"

"You should understand what a fifth-tier level is even at such a low level!"

"Do you think we can fool such nobles?"

[Fu Nang] shook his head, then nodded.

"What can we do? You're not going to keep investigating, are you?"

"Anyone with eyes can see that launching such an assassination requires more than just a few people. Without the cooperation of all parties and the cover of the market managers, how could it have been done so flawlessly!"

"And those elite skeletons, so many books and magical artifacts, do you think he [Red Eyes] can just borrow them all?"

"So, don't even think about it. You can't really expose this to the world!"

[Night Talk] He didn't speak, but his eyes grew increasingly dim.

Will the young lord accept such an explanation? And will the shadow behind the assassin be willing to back down?
Will this storm that has already begun really stop?
(End of this chapter)