Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 484 Chen Mo's Decision to Banish Eternal Silence

When it rains in Tiebei Valley, it also rains in the distant vast desert.

The rain here is much heavier.

The newly planted forest on the outskirts of Hanhai Territory was shrouded in a hazy mist by the rain lines that stretched from the sky to the ground, resembling a wet ink painting.

The trees planted last year have grown lush and green, and the saplings planted this year have just sprouted new buds. The tender green leaves are glistening after being washed by the rain. Because of the heavy rain, the lights that are usually only turned on at night have been turned on early, spreading a hazy glow in the rain and mist.

During the celebration of the god's birthday, Liu Shan took the initiative to take on the task of guarding and patrolling the forest area, and successfully waited for those monks there.

These guys were dressed in the most ordinary white shirts and black trousers found in large supply and marketing cooperative stores, with semi-transparent raincoats draped over their shoulders and military green tall rain boots on their feet. They looked no different from ordinary passersby in Hanhai City.

Only when you get very close can you vaguely see an awkward strip-shaped bulge at the waist of their raincoats.

That was the staff hidden under the clothes.

The necromancer from the Valley of Exile has arrived.

These people have a deep-seated grudge against Chen Mo.

Since Chen Mo went to the Valley of Exile, the lives of these necromancers have undergone a dramatic change.

A large number of mages left the Vast Ocean and joined the "Return Cemetery" established by Chen Mo, taking with them almost all the low-level consumables from the "Eternal Sleep Hut"—ordinary people among the offspring of those necromancers.

Previously, these people were slaves, consumables, and property that could be disposed of at will. Now, they have become citizens of the vast sea, hired laborers for the "Return to the Cemetery," and even free people with the right to mock their former masters.

By the way, Chen Mo also took away a large number of undead creatures that necromancers relied on for survival.

With its foundation crumbling, the "Land of Oblivion" will inevitably grow weaker and weaker.

On the other side, as Han Hai's strength grew and Chen Mo's fame increased, a huge gap visibly widened between the two sides.

What made them even more desperate was that Lin Xiangming, who was "returning to the cemetery," not only didn't stop poaching their talent, but intensified his efforts. He openly promoted the idea while secretly trying to win them over.

The loss of people in the Valley of Exile has gone from a trickle to a flood.

At its worst, the high-ranking mages in the "Witch's Ring" council couldn't even gather enough players for a mahjong game.

In this situation, those who remain until the end are undoubtedly the absolute die-hards.

Among them were the descendants and staunch supporters of the previous generation of tomb keepers, who firmly believed that Han Hai had used despicable means to assassinate their leader and dismember the once thriving "Valley of Exile."

Their guess was actually correct; the tomb keeper died from Han Hai's "light thunder." However, they didn't see anything wrong with the tomb keeper's previous assassination attempt on Chen Mo; at most, they could only call it a "defensive assassination."

I can kill you, so how can you kill me?

Unforgivable!

There is also a group of people who are the guardians of the ancient necromancer tradition. Some of them even joined the Vast Ocean at one time, but in the end they could not tolerate the system here and angrily returned.

Why? Necromancers were once the most prestigious profession on the continent, and even though they have declined somewhat, they should still be among the elite!

How can there be no slaves to serve? How can we eat in the same canteen as those peasants and lowly people? Why should ordinary people who don't even have psionic abilities not have to kneel and pay respects to high-ranking mages?

Unacceptable!

There are also some that are purely personal grudges.

Their enemies are the iconic figures among the earliest necromancers to join the Vast Ocean, who are now thriving in the Vast Ocean, becoming favorites of Chen Mo, and even becoming the key figures in the "Return to the Cemetery" movement.

For example, that damn "rotten sac"!
Do we now have to humble ourselves and be treated like subordinates by our former enemies, being bossed around and having to live at their mercy?

It's impossible!

And so, this group of people, harboring different hatreds, different obsessions, and different fears, continued to huddle together in that desolate, forgotten land, seeking warmth in their community and struggling bitterly.

In every lonely, sleepless night, their only spiritual solace was the curses they uttered towards Han Hai, Chen Mo, and those traitors.

In this situation, when the people from the Twilight Tower came to their door, the two sides naturally hit it off immediately.

The necromancers had a clear division of labor. They quickly activated the array eye buried underground with psionic energy, and then swiftly arranged various magical materials on the surface to outline a huge prototype of the magic array.

The rainwater fell on the powdery runes scattered on the ground, but instead of dispersing them, it evaporated directly into wisps of white mist, as if it had encountered a scorching hot iron.

The black-robed mage at the head raised his head, revealing a pair of lifeless, dead fish eyes. He quickly looked around to make sure everything was in place, then took out a fist-sized crystal from his robes and carefully embedded it into the base of the magic array's central core.

Inside the crystal, countless tiny points of light could be faintly seen moving about, as if imprisoning a group of fireflies.

"Let's begin."

The surrounding sorcerers raised their bone staffs in unison and began chanting some ancient and obscure incantation.

The runes drawn with magic powder began to emit a ghostly blue light, initially just flickering slightly, then growing brighter and brighter, eventually converging into streams of light that flowed along pre-designed paths toward the altar base and gathered around the crystal.

The altar began to shake.

At first it was just a slight tremor, but it quickly turned into a violent shaking, causing the surrounding ground to tremble slightly as well.

The trees rustled in the woods as raindrops fell from their branches and leaves.

A thin, misty darkness slowly enveloped the forest area.

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Meanwhile, in the nearby city of Hanhai, the lord's mansion was surrounded by layers upon layers of guards.

On the steps of the main entrance, a circular machine gun bunker was erected. Guarding the center of the machine gun bunker, on the left and right, were two steel behemoths that had once made a fleeting appearance in Fallen Feather Canyon and had never appeared again since.

"Land Shield" 3000, the strongest close-in weapon system on the surface.

The cluster of metal cannon barrels, the mechanical structure full of violent aesthetics, exuded a suffocating sense of oppression simply by sitting there quietly.

On the platform on the second floor of the city lord's mansion, the rocket artillery array had already raised its launch pads and set its coordinates, ready to cover the target area at any time. Countless drones stood ready on the platform, their rotors swaying slightly in the wind.

The silver pegasus that Chen Mo had coaxed and tricked into acquiring from the Divine Court was well-fed and warmed up. Under the canopy, it impatiently pawed at the ground, waiting to take off. Two squadrons of silver-feathered horned cavalry, fully armed, were also nearby, ready to take to the skies for cover at any moment.

All the renowned experts from the vast sea were present, and even Liu Shuang secretly returned from the front lines of Cloud Mist City.

Such a grand display undoubtedly indicates that they are waiting for this major event to occur.

On the big screen, more than a dozen different perspective shots presented the scene in the suburban woods.

From the very beginning, Han Hai knew about the Twilight Tower's plan.

To be precise, from the moment the old mercenary codenamed "Crow" approached Liu Shan, Han Hai's intelligence system had already locked onto this lead.

Xia Yuanchen is an absolute master at intelligence work. Although he made a blunder involving Commander Galen of the National Defense Force, it fully demonstrated the intelligence gathering capabilities of his department.

As for internal oversight, there are numerous cameras and surveillance systems, a people who resolutely protect the lord, and data analysis support from the supercomputer known as the 'Asura'. It can be said that any slight disturbance is difficult to conceal from the eyes of the Inspectorate.

After discovering Liu Shan's unusual behavior, the Inspectorate quickly installed cameras at Liu Shan's residence and bugged the lining of his uniform. At the same time, they began to monitor all suspicious individuals who had contact with Liu Shan.

Based on certain information from the outside, the Inspectorate identified the group of madmen from the Twilight Tower as the suspects.

The Twilight Tower's plan was undeniably meticulous and its arrangements rigorous. However, the forces they mobilized were too numerous and the scope too broad, encompassing everything from the orc tribes of the North to the exiled nobles of the South and the remnants of the old forces lurking within the City of Vast Ocean.

With so many steps involved, if any one of them goes wrong, the entire chain will be exposed.

Although the intelligence network of Han Hai has not been established for very long, it is only a matter of time before it is exposed if they investigate diligently.

Unfortunately, the Lord of Twilight had a particular fondness for explaining his meticulously planned scheme to the outside world in detail, over and over again. It's hard to say how much of it Belial's group remembered, but the people on the Vast Ocean side could recite the scheme from memory.

According to the Inspectorate’s initial plan, once the situation was clarified, the next step would be to arrest the person.

He chopped off all the enemy henchmen outside the Frostwind Duchy, and within the Frostwind Duchy, he exerted strong pressure to force them to hand over the people.

However, Chen Mo himself hesitated.

The Twilight Lord's plan involves opening a long-term, or even permanent, portal to another world in the Vast Ocean, which is no ordinary spell.

The most likely candidate to fit this description is the "Valley of Exile" and its "Eternal Swamp".

This was once one of the highest-level spell reserves of the Wizards' Council in the Valley of Exile, but after the Gravekeepers transitioned to a hereditary system, many of these large-scale group spells gradually became the private collection of the Gravekeeper families due to a lack of application scenarios, and were no longer made public.

After so many years, many spells have become legends. Later mages may not even know whether such spells ever existed, let alone understand them.

However, here in the vast ocean, there is a story about autumn nights.

Among the three great necromancers of the Vast Ocean, Doyle followed the lord the longest and had the most seniority; Lin Xiangming contributed the most and held the highest position.
So, what makes Qiu Yeyu one of the top three?

His mastery of necromancy is unparalleled.

In the context of severe discrimination in the "Valley of Exile," Qiu Yeyu's ability to rise from a lowly shack mage to a core management position in the Wizards' Environmental Assessment Council was due to her outstanding academic research skills.

He knew every necromancy spell in the Forgotten Lands, from low to high rank, like the back of his hand, and even made many ingenious improvements.

Since arriving in Han Hai, Qiu Yeyu has made further progress, gaining access to a wealth of information on necromancers from various countries. Currently, in addition to serving as the Dean of Instruction for the Nine Springs Army, Qiu Yeyu is also the Director of Instruction for the Necromancy Department at the Han Hai Military Academy, the Head of the Necromancy Advancement Assessment Instructor Group, the President of the Han Hai Necromancy Society, and that seemingly insignificant but extremely weighty position—

Chen Mo's private magic consultant.

Although she didn't know the [Eternal Swamp] and hadn't been able to access the scroll itself, Qiu Yeyu had roughly deduced the general outline of the spell from historical records of the Forgotten Lands.

"【Eternal Swamp】is a rare spell among necromancers that can create a long-lasting summoning portal!"

“Our conventional summoning spells are either single-target summons or small-group summons. They are one-time summoning spells. The upper limit of the caster’s own mental power limits the number and quality of undead creatures that can be summoned.”

"The main reason for this is that in the starry world, an individual's mental strength is ultimately limited, and we cannot maintain the psionic barrier for a long time."

It took Qiu Yeyu quite a while to roughly explain this principle. Combined with some inside stories about the workings of the gods that he had heard from the White Fang Priest, Chen Mo suddenly understood.

This so-called psychic barrier is actually the same as the divine barrier mentioned by the White Fang Priest; it is essentially a "firewall" within the Starry World itself.

It not only protects against external invasions and extradimensional creatures, but also keeps the influence of gods out as much as possible.

If deities want to influence this world, they must rely on agents within the Starry World to deliver spiritual energy.

For otherworldly creatures to enter the Starry Sky, they must rely on a summoner within the Starry Sky world to send a connection.

“In ancient times, Summoners had a saying that the Starry World was a ‘world of enlightenment,’ a superior world, a high-end world, compared to other worlds.”

“Only the stars can actively summon creatures from the outside world. Without being summoned, creatures from the outside world cannot enter the stars on their own.” Qiu Yeyu put her five fingers together and made a pushing motion.

"Therefore, a summoner's summoning is like a key that can open a small door on the psionic barrier, letting in creatures from the outside. However, this door has a strong rebound force; it will close after being pushed open for a short while."

This analogy is very vivid.

The higher the rank of the summoner and the stronger their mental power, the greater the force that pushes the door open, the longer it can hold, and the more otherworldly creatures can be let in.

After explaining the basic principles, Qiu Yeyu began to analyze the spell "Eternal Swamp" in detail.

“I’m not clear about the situation in other realms, but for the Underworld, the psionic energy of the Starry World is something they like. So, the mage provides psionic energy, and the Underworld sends warriors. It’s a kind of trade.”

Chen Mo nodded.

Psychic energy is indeed a good thing. The lords of the underworld like it, and the gods of the divine realm also like it. Isn't this how they exchange divine grace for spiritual resources and offerings everywhere?

By the way, people from my hometown of Dongxia also like it!
Chen Mo snapped out of his thoughts and gestured for Qiu Yeyu to continue.

Qiu Yeyu raised her hand and made a slow opening and closing gesture again.

"The core power of the Underworld is the power of soul fire. I don't know how they use this power. I only know that according to the records, if the soul energy obtained from the Starry World is large enough, then the lord of the Underworld may be able to turn the tables and push back this gate, opening up the spiritual energy barrier and preventing it from closing for a certain period of time."

"Thus opening a portal that can exist continuously and can be maintained for at least one Netherworld Wheel."

While the people present were discussing in hushed tones, Chen Mo's heartstrings were deeply touched.

"Open up the psionic barrier?"

"Continues to exist?"

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

"If this psionic barrier is breached and cannot be closed in a short time, then will the summoning of other mages in this area also continue?"

Qiu Yeyu paused for a moment, then gave an affirmative reply.

"Yes, what seals spacetime is the psionic barrier. If the barrier is opened, then all summoning will theoretically be unrestricted. However, this is meaningless, as summoning requires sacrifices..."

Chen Mo didn't care what Qiu Yeyu said next; his heart was pounding wildly.

The summoning of the Starry World is restricted by the psionic barrier, and can only open a small crack in spacetime to let in a few units from other dimensions. Then, the gate will bounce back and close.

Now, the enemy is preparing to use the [Swamp of Eternal Silence]. Once enough sacrifices are made, the Underworld Lord on the other side will take action to hold back the gate.

During this time, because the door is held in place, it will not spring back...

In theory, Chen Mo could not only continuously transport supplies in, but also, because the isolation power of the space-time barrier was gone, he might even be able to call people directly from his hometown.

A celestial wheel, placed in the starry world, lasts for seven days.

If the underworld has enough fun, it might last even longer.

At that time, from one gate in the underworld, a continuous stream of skeletons, zombies, and black knights will pour out; from another gate in Chen Mo's territory, tanks, heavy artillery, and armored vehicles will arrive...

What underworld lord? I'm not afraid of it.

As for what Qiu Yeyu said, the offerings were insufficient...

When have I ever paid for things I took from home?

Of course, according to Qiu Yeyu, there are many mechanisms of this spell that he is not entirely sure about, such as how to renew it after it expires, whether the otherworldly creatures can survive, how to balance internal and external consumption, and so on. Since these are all "after-spell" issues, he does not know them.

But Chen Mo didn't care.

A crazy idea quickly took shape, expanded, and burned in his mind.

Let them drive!

Make them open this door!
I'm putting all my military force on this. As long as the psionic barrier is lifted, I hope the troops can buy me some time to summon the Bloodline Altar.

A torrent of steel swept everything away, caring nothing for whether it was post-operative or not!
Then, let that arrogant madman, the Lord of Twilight, see for himself what a true "dimensional reduction attack" is!
Of course, Chen Mo's radical idea was met with opposition from all his subordinates who knew the inside story.

Even Dongxia sent several handwritten letters from the elders during their daily communications, hoping that he would consider the matter carefully, proceed slowly, and not take any risks.

But no matter how much everyone tried to persuade him, they couldn't suppress the burning desire in Chen Mo's heart.

In his midst of agonizing indecision, he thought of Liu Shuang.

When in doubt, always ask your sister!
After listening to Chen Mo's explanation, Liu Shuang tilted her head and thought for a moment before asking him, "Will you... be in danger?"

Chen Mo shook his head: "I'm fine. If something really happens, I can always get away with it."

"Then do it if you want!"

The girl's unconditional support stunned Chen Mo for a while, and he couldn't help but ask, "If it's not handled properly, Hanhai City might be destroyed..."

"It's ruined, so be it. As long as you're alright!"

Liu Shuang raised her slightly rounded chin, her expression one of utter self-righteousness.

"When Cloudmist City was gone, I was still penniless. With your help, I quickly gained Frost City, and now I've taken Cloudmist back!"

"As long as you're here, even if we can't win, we can retreat to White Deer to hold the line, slowly wear down the barrier until it recovers, defeat the enemy, and then rebuild the Vast Ocean!"

"But...but..."

Chen Mo opened his mouth for a long time before finally asking the worst-case scenario question: "What if Bai Lu can't hold on either?"

Liu Shuang frowned slightly, but after only two or three seconds, she gave a firm answer.

"Then we don't need any of them. Don't you have an island far away in the deep sea? Let's hide there!"

"On the mainland, let Wuyue and Qiyue figure something out!"

Chen Mo's lips twitched: "This, this isn't quite right!"

"What's wrong with that?"

Liu Shuang's eyes widened. "We didn't do this! Who told them not to take good care of the Twilight Tower!"

Chen Mo: "..."

You know what, after Liu Shuang comforted him like that, Chen Mo suddenly felt that... it really wasn't such a big deal.

Yeah, I didn't do this bad thing!

If you can't hold out, retreat. If you can't retreat, run. If there's nowhere to run, go to the island!
There are still three major powers on the mainland, right? Orcs can come over and gnaw on some bones too.

Besides, I'm not guaranteed to lose; my chances of winning are quite high.

Win and you get a glamorous model at a club; lose and you're forced to work in the sex industry.

As long as the person is still alive, there will be plenty of opportunities to come again.

With my sister so supportive, what's wrong with taking a gamble and hoping for a big win?
Having made up his mind, Chen Mo suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming.

It's done!

Since he had decided to do it, he had to show the utmost sincerity, so Chen Mo immediately began making intensive arrangements.

On the Han Hai side, several layers of defenses have been set up. In addition to the blocking point centered on the City Lord's Mansion, heavy artillery and missiles on the periphery have also been aimed at the target.

Under the guise of increasing production, Chen Mo transferred a large number of ordinary people from Han Hai to the mining area, leaving them space to evacuate and hide.

On the White Deer Plain, using the pretext of unusual activity by the northern orcs, various counties were gradually placed under military control. The garrison began constructing fortifications, the militia began training, and all supplies were centrally allocated.

Be ready for a full-scale mobilization of the entire population at any time; fight if we can, withdraw if we cannot.

In Linhai County, the Hailuokou Special Economic Zone has prepared a large number of seagoing vessels for inspection and maintenance in case of emergency.

However, Chen Mo still had a knot in his heart amidst all these arrangements.

If their enemies want to activate the [Swamp of Eternal Silence] ritual, they will inevitably have to sacrifice many lives.

Although I didn't kill them, I also didn't try to save them. Was that too cruel of me?
Once this thought arose, it was like a thorn stuck in his heart, making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.

To Chen Mo's surprise, after he expressed his thoughts to Dong Xia, his elders quickly stood behind him and began to fully cooperate with his plan.

Regarding this knot in his heart, the old man wrote another letter, offering his personal advice.

"The fate of a nation and the fate of its people can only be in their own hands, and can never depend on the sympathy or pity of others."

"On Earth, there is war, slaughter, and death every moment!"

"Women and children lay dead everywhere, and the murderer was smug!"

"And aren't we all feeling the same way?"

"But what we must prioritize is the fate of our own people. Because if the country falls and the nation is in peril, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Therefore, we will not sacrifice any of our own country's vital interests to help disaster victims in other countries."

"I think you can also weigh the pros and cons!"

Chen Mo silently closed the letter.

That's right, I'm actually from Dongxia!
Stars and all that, whatever.

As long as my baby's frost is fine!

So--

come on!

Let the storm rage on!

(End of this chapter)