Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 481 The Price of Scheme Is Irreversible
Kruger XI's feelings at the Tower of Twilight were like a rollercoaster ride, going up and down for a long time before finally soaring into the sky.

At first, he was overjoyed to hear that Shuanglan had a powerful force to help him.

"Could we ask them to send troops to help us? If we can hold out this time, Azure Sky Holy City will definitely increase its support for Green Pine. At that time, the spoils of this battle will be shared equally between me and Frost Mist!"

Kruger is a sensible man.

Why did the Azure Sky Holy City turn its back on us and send the Knights Templar to collect their debts? Was it really because we owed them money? Of course not.

It's because I lost this battle!

As long as the pine trees can stand tall and regain the advantage on the battlefield, the enemy forces that came to collect their debts will soon turn into allies fighting side by side again!

As for splitting the spoils with Froststorm, to be honest, when this condition was offered, Kruger's heart was bleeding.

Although Shuanglan may have saved lives, the Green Pine Kingdom spent money from beginning to end, and people died one after another; the price is right there.

Given these conditions, even if Kluge dared to agree, the troops below might not be able to withstand them.

But if we don't do it this way, how can we hope to impress Shuanglan?

Unfortunately, the messengers from the Tower of Twilight made it clear that we do not represent Frostwind, and Frostwind will not send troops.

Shuanglan is a neutral country, a neutral country composed of a large group of villains, criminals and cultists. Many people want to get rid of them as soon as possible. Only by keeping their heads down and not causing trouble can they survive a little longer.

As for the Twilight Tower, it only has a seat in the Bloodthorn Hall. On the surface, it occupies one-thirteenth of the Bloodthorn Brotherhood's voice. However, in Froststorm, fists are the real voice. The top bosses can decide what to do. Only the second or third bosses can speak on matters that the number one boss doesn't care about.

Ultimately, with no other choice, Kruger XI had to accept the other party's proposal and, when the situation was beyond saving, hastily fled Green Pine City.

Next, when he learned that a large group of heroes from all over the country had gathered in the Tower of Twilight, his mind started to stir again.

This is, after all, a world based on force.

If one or more powerful figures were to deliver a severe blow to Han Hai, or even simply eliminate that arrogant and ignorant young lord, there might still be a chance to salvage this battle.

The weakness of the Vast Ocean is well known. Like all conquered territories, prestige is concentrated in the hands of the lord, and all sorts of armed forces and forces below him exist around the lord.

Once a lord dies without a recognized successor, the lord will quickly fall apart and be embroiled in infighting.

Chen Mo, however, has no children.

That little girl Liu Shuang definitely can't handle such a big business!
However, Kluge XI's delusion was ruthlessly shattered by reality.

There were quite a few forces present, but they were all mediocre and incompetent. Even Kruger XI, who had become a fugitive, could be considered a pillar of strength among them.

After several ups and downs, the somewhat disheartened King of Green Pine finally heard about the so-called "grand plan" of the Twilight Tower.

In an instant, the hairs on Kruger's body stood on end again.

In his eyes, Belial, bathed in the myriad rays of the setting sun, transformed from a gentle and refined man, seemingly a divine messenger, into a monstrous demon in an instant.

The gates of hell that Beria spoke of were doors in a physical sense.

In the vast ocean, a gate to the underworld is opened.

Belial spoke slowly, and beneath his fair, almost translucent skin, the twitching of his muscles could be faintly seen.

"Gentlemen, does anyone still remember the Elemental Tragedy of yesteryear?"

Of course I remember!

Even the most uneducated person would know a little about such a major event that influenced the course of history on the Starry Continent.

At that time, the Sky Empire was sweeping across the continent, suppressing the elves with one hand and crushing the orcs with the other. It controlled three-quarters of the world, and after several generations of emperors, it had already shouted the slogan of "unifying the stars".

Then comes the moment of intense heat and boiling oil.

In order to further enhance his rank and power, His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire has decided to create a [Super Elemental Pool].

As is well known, the concentration of psionic energy in a professional's environment can affect their growth rate to some extent.

For example, the training rooms in the academy and the magical energy hubs in the magic towers create better training effects by accumulating environments with higher energy density.

However, there is a paradox here.

Psychic energy can dissipate, and to prevent it from dissipating, a magic circle needs to be set up around it.

The higher the psionic density, the greater the strength and energy consumption of the required magic circle.

Just like increasing air pressure, twice the atmospheric pressure can be achieved with a balloon made of ordinary latex material; twenty times the atmospheric pressure requires rubber or composite materials to support it; and more than one hundred times the atmospheric pressure requires a high-strength metal cylinder.

The effect of spiritual energy density on cultivation does not increase linearly. It is not the case that the effect of cultivating for one hour under two spiritual pressures is equal to the effect of cultivating for two hours under one spiritual pressure. In fact, if the spiritual energy density in the cultivation space is doubled compared to the outside world, the improvement in cultivation effect is only about 20%, and the improvement becomes weaker with each subsequent increase.

The training rooms and psionic centers commonly used today are the optimal enhancement solutions that have been repeatedly proven by professionals throughout history.

However, at that time, the emperor of the powerful Sky Empire was a top-tier expert at the second level of the ninth rank. After failing to break through to the third rank several times, he finally couldn't suppress his ambition and decided to make a big move.

At times like this, cost-effectiveness is no longer a consideration.

We must create a top-tier elemental pool!

Their method was to gather a massive number of summoners, tear open the spatial barrier, establish a continuous teleportation channel, constantly summon elemental creatures from another dimension, and then kill these creatures rich in elemental energy, directly filling them into the prepared magic array.

The heavens have the resources to do so.

However, they made a fatal mistake.

Summoners have become accustomed to treating their summoned creatures as cannon fodder and do not need to consider the feelings of the elemental lords.

Their behavior is intolerable to the elemental lords.

This is similar to how General Bai's soldiers, as mercenaries, fight for the Kingdom of the Two-Headed Eagle. It's perfectly reasonable for them to die on the battlefield; it's just a matter of compensation.

However, if Double-Headed Eagle hires people and then kills them on the spot, General Bai would not accept it no matter how generous the compensation is.

The enraged elemental lords used the summoning channel opened by the Sky Empire to send a large number of high-level chaotic elementals, unleashing a wild massacre in the Sky Empire Imperial City.

This incident led to two serious consequences.

First, the summoners of the Starry Continent were "blacklisted" by the Elemental Plane, and could no longer summon elemental creatures, becoming pure necromancers.

Secondly, with the emperor gone and the capital shattered, the Sky Dome lost more than half of its top-tier professionals, suffering a severe blow. In the following decades, it successively lost control of all its territories in the Eastern Continent, and could only gaze sadly at the spine of the dragon.

From this perspective, it is precisely the "sorrow of the elements" that has created the current situation on the Starry Continent, where there is one superpower and two strong powers, and various countries jointly govern.

So, what did Beria want to achieve by bringing this up?

Well, the Lord of Twilight wants to recreate this "feat" of opening an interdimensional portal within the capital city.

"Our plan is to open a portal to the underworld in Hanhai City!"

"Let the undead creatures utterly overwhelm this evil force!"

Kruger XI couldn't help but sit up straight, a rush of hot blood coursing through his body.

Beria gave a light clapping.

The two expressionless girls behind them got off the wheelchair, took out a long scroll, and slowly unfurled it, one on each side.

The scroll, about six meters long, meticulously records the entire process of the project, starting from the very first step.

The densely packed diagrams, markings, annotations, and modifications of different colors intertwined and intertwined, making everyone feel as if they could see this scene: countless days and nights, this Lord of Twilight had painstakingly and painstakingly created this "grand" blueprint, stroke by stroke, with all his heart and soul.

Did he exhaust himself to the point of collapse...?

Some people glanced at the two identical little girls and thought to themselves, "What a waste of resources!"
However, while the plan was good, recreating that great historical moment was not easy. The Tower of Twilight is not the heavens, and it cannot concentrate so many resources and manpower, so in many steps, it would be necessary to take shortcuts.

Soon, King Kruger XI realized why those men in black, masked, and wearing "sunglasses" had made their grand entrance as the final act—they were the key figures presiding over the ceremony.

"The coordinates, true name, and activation of the summoning altar will all be handled by the [Old Ones] side."

"Please rest assured, everyone. They are all seasoned necromancers with a long history, great strength, and rich experience, which is enough to ensure the success of the core summoning ritual!"

"And the people from [Darkfire] will be responsible for the support work inside the enemy ranks, ensuring that the altar can be successfully set up in the Vast Sea." [Darkfire] refers to those guys who are suspected to have come from the Vast Sea, and who are also hiding their faces. The leader nodded, which can be regarded as a response to Belial's words.

Beria nodded in response and continued his explanation.

[Old Days] is the main damage dealer and the central axis, [Dark Fire] is the role and the initiator, and all the other forces, big and small, are in the support role in this ceremony.

What kind of support?

Those with money, contribute money; those with manpower, contribute manpower!
Money is easy to understand. Such a grand summoning ceremony requires a lot of resources and materials, including some rare materials. It not only costs money, but may also require the use of some channels and connections.

Let's all contribute!

As for sending people out, that's even simpler.

It means a person in the literal sense.

"To achieve our desired effect, we must pay sufficient sacrifices to the lord of the underworld."

"[In the past] there was a special summoning channel that could deliver powerful, continuous Legion-level undead Scourges to us; however, we needed to pay a sufficient amount of fresh ones—"

Beria paused, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"soul!"

"I think everyone here is aware of this and should be prepared for it!"

King Kruger XI shivered slightly.

Although Belial, the Lord of Twilight, looks young, no one knows his true age. Judging from his manners, he is definitely a cunning and shrewd man.

It involves top-secret information, and the consequences would be unimaginable if it were leaked. Logically speaking, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

The reason he would set up such a huge scheme and recruit so many people is probably because the number of sacrifices required is extremely large.

In fact, Kruger's guess was completely correct.

Even if this rabble were united, they wouldn't be as powerful as the former Sky Empire. To achieve their goals, they would have to pay a huge price.

What the public knows is only part of the story; there are other things that even those deeply involved in the project cannot know.

Beria's fingers slowly traced the scroll, landing on rows of bright red numbers.

Those numbers, densely packed, were shocking.

"We have made many preparations, and perhaps we should thank those evil and arrogant enemies for sending allies to our side, allowing us to get closer and closer to the realization of this great goal!"

His gaze finally settled on Kruger.

"Now, let us once again give a grand welcome to [Green Pine]!"

"We can already hear the enemy's cries of agony, which will soon echo across the distant desert!"

People of all kinds in the hall, whether they showed their faces or not, whether they were willing or not, all paid their respects to Kluge XI.

Beria also pressed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, propped himself up slightly, and made an awkward bow.

As the Lord of Twilight had said before, the arrival of Green Pine and his group completed the final piece of their plan.

What is the Vast Ocean? It is where Chen Mo started his career, the lord's base camp, and the alliance's most important industrial and energy region. Undoubtedly, it also has the strongest security and defense.

Even if there are inside agents, it's fine to bring in a few disguised mages, or even a little bit of magical materials. But to send this massive amount of "sacrifice" into the Vast Ocean to be killed on the spot is an insult to the opponent's intelligence.

Therefore, the offerings must be presented outside the vast ocean, and then, while they are still warm, a way must be found to send them into the ocean.

The only thing capable of doing this is the teleportation altar, the one Chen Mo once obtained from the Magic Society, sent back to his hometown in Dongxia, and is currently placed between Blue Star and the Moon.

However, such teleportation altars are not something that just anyone can possess; those who can use them are at least a major power.

In addition, the use of the teleportation altar has many limitations, such as high spirit crystal consumption, long cooldown time, and the troublesome limitation on the number of teleportations.

Most nations and factions can only use their teleportation altars to send messages and transmit intelligence. The few "impoverished" people here can only afford a few sets of low-level teleportation altars of the third or fourth tier.

Even the highest level that the Froststorm Duchy possesses is only a sixth-tier Thousand-Gold Mid-level Teleportation Altar, with a single teleportation weight of just over two hundred kilograms. Given the Twilight Tower's influence, it simply cannot borrow such a private matter.

No major power possessing a high-level teleportation altar would hand this thing over to a force like the Tower of Twilight.

But pine trees are different.

As the former "fourth strongest nation on the continent," Kruger possesses a set of seventh-tier teleportation altars.

The country has already been destroyed by the vast ocean, so there seems to be no need to consider the consequences of using it anymore.

With this altar, the entire plan can finally be completed.

Now, Kruger XI finally understands why the other side went to such great lengths, exposing so many passages and going through so much hardship to get him out.

He turned to look at the chief eunuch and the regent beside him.

Both of them had a gloomy look in their eyes.

This is a huge matter; the Green Pine team needs some time to process it.

Beria could understand this as well.

"As I said before, you have all come from afar and must be tired from your journey. You should rest properly first. However, His Majesty Kruger has been urging us, so I had to bring you here to meet our friends first."

"Your Majesty and the members of [Qingsong] have been resting here for the past few days. Once you have recovered your strength, we can continue our discussion."

"but……"

A gentle smile returned to the face of the Lord of Twilight.

"For everyone's safety, until the plan is fully implemented or completely abandoned, those of you who are aware of this should remain inside the Twilight Temple. I think you all understand!"

Etherion, the chief steward of Greenpine Palace, rose to his feet, his face contorted with rage: "How dare you! Are you attempting to imprison His Majesty the King?!"

Suddenly, a group of people around stood up.

Robes, armor, hair tied up, masks... a surge of psychic energy suddenly erupted in the hall, like a raging wind, causing Kruger to instinctively raise his hand to shield himself.

A massive body blocked out the last rays of the setting sun from the window.

That was a Bloodfang orc, a giant over three meters tall. He had his outer armor loosened, revealing a bare upper body covered in crisscrossing scars. His hands were clenched into fists the size of a human skull, his knuckles cracking, and he was emitting low growls of unknown meaning.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Belial's voice rang out again, and the twin sisters pushed him slowly toward them, the sound of wheels breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"I once promised that anyone who enters the Twilight Temple will be safe by my Twilight Tower, and I will never let you get hurt. That is why you are willing to come here to rest."

"Don't fight here, it'll ruin the harmony!"

Belial raised his hands, palms down, and gently pressed them down.

"As for the gentlemen of [Green Pine], you should also consider the feelings of others."

“If you insist on leaving, I will still keep my promise and ensure your safety while you are in the temple. But once you leave this temple, there is a risk of information leaks at any time, which could put our allies to death. If any ally acts impulsively, I will not be able to interfere. Do you agree?”

The Lord of Twilight raised his pale hands and gently twisted them. The psionic energy that had been churning in the air was instantly pulverized and vanished without a trace.

King Kruger XI looked at the other person, then at the strange figures of all shapes and sizes around him, and slowly nodded.

In fact, he already understood.

Whether it's the people in front of us or ourselves, we're all part of the scheme in the Tower of Twilight.

Some people risk their lives without hesitation, while others are caught in a situation beyond their control.

Once you step in, there's no turning back!

(End of this chapter)