Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 485 The Twilight Lord Who Deceived the Truth and Sacrificed Himself to the Altar

The atmosphere in Hanhai's command center was somewhat somber.

Time ticked by, and the woodland in the rain was being swallowed up inch by inch by the black mist.

On the giant holographic screen, the image began to gradually blur.

To monitor the situation in real time, Han Hai deployed a large number of cameras in that area. Cameras were embedded in tree trunks, rocks were disguised cameras, and even many of the beetles crawling on the ground were miniature camera robots. The best surveillance equipment from Dongxia was gathered here.

Given the decreasing visibility, the intelligence agencies had to direct the beetles to move closer.

Qiu Yeyu stood at the very front of the screen, practically peering at it. Although she blocked others from seeing the screen, no one dared to utter a sound as long as Chen Mo didn't speak.

The officers on site quietly moved to the side to observe from a different angle, or simply looked at the small screen; no one dared to disturb Qiu Yeyu.

The necromancer's academic advisor had a furrowed brow, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his fingers were moving back and forth as if simulating the actions of these "Old Ones" mages.

At one point, he suddenly turned his face, which was deathly pale.

"wrong!"

"Lord...this isn't the [Eternal Swamp], we...we might have been tricked!"

The scene fell silent instantly.

Chen Mo quickly took two steps closer to the screen: "What's going on? What did you find?"

"The spellcasting model is incorrect!"

“I have actually practiced every spell in the Forgotten Lands, even those spells that can no longer be cast; I have simulated the casting process for each one.”

"The first half of their spell, the technique and incantation, are the initial sequence of [Eternal Swamp], but from here on, his casting model has been secretly changed!"

Qiu Yeyu dragged the progress bar back a little, zoomed in, and froze the pose of the second necromancer on the right who was casting a spell.

Lin Xiangming, who was standing next to him, suddenly exclaimed, "This is... the Dark Sky Curtain!"

"Yes!"

As Qiu Yeyu watched the black fog on the screen grow thicker and thicker, her voice trembled slightly.

"They've put on a lot of disguises, but I'm certain that the magic here is just a miniature version of the Dark Curtain!"

【Darkness Curtain】 is a renowned concealment spell in the Necromancer class, used to conceal one's whereabouts and block detection, with excellent results.

As for Qiu Yeyu, since she had never actually witnessed the casting of the [Eternal Silence Swamp], she did not know whether the real [Eternal Silence Swamp] came with this [Dark Sky Curtain] effect. As a result, she did not realize something was wrong when the black mist just began to spread.

As the opponent's movements became increasingly distorted, and with the addition of the [Earthquake] spell, Qiu Yeyu finally noticed the anomaly.

If what's being released here isn't the [Swamp of Eternal Silence], then...

"Xia Yuanchen".

"exist!"

"Check the situation at the enemy's sacrificial site."

Chen Mo couldn't bear to watch that scene, but Xia Yuanchen followed it from beginning to end.

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief: High-altitude radar scans and tracking images confirm that a large-scale massacre occurred at the Seven-Eyed Temple Plaza in the Ironback Mountains approximately 20 to 25 minutes ago, consistent with the characteristics of an evil sacrifice!"

Chen Mo's expression turned somewhat grim. He turned to Qiu Yeyu, "So... what's happening here right now is a performance?"

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief. It's very likely that Hanhai City was a decoy from the very beginning. They used the ceremony here to distract us while setting up the real [Eternal Swamp] elsewhere!"

A deathly silence fell over the command center.

Chen Mo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then another deep breath.

It's alright, it's nothing serious.

It's just opening a door. No matter how many tricks you try, I'll break them with one punch!
"check!"

"Pass on my orders!"

"Xuanshui City, Ning'an City, Linhai City, Hailuokou... and Yunwu City, all counties and districts must immediately switch to Level 1 combat readiness and launch a comprehensive investigation!"

"Air Force take off, paratroopers take off, stand by over Qishan!"

"besides!"

Chen Mo opened his eyes and glanced at the map on the other side of the wall.

"Notify the elves, notify Xiyue, and have them search Silvermoon Forest, Snowfall City, Whitestone City, and all the major cities of the Alliance."

"Find that door for me!"

"Close the net on the spot and begin the interrogation!"

"Yes!"

A resounding response rang out, and the operations hall instantly erupted in cheers. Officers of all ranks rushed towards communication nodes and command lines, shouts echoing throughout. Meanwhile, in the woods outside Hanhai City, the assault troops had already broken through the rain.

At this moment, Liu Shan was standing next to a sapling he had planted himself. Rainwater rolled down the edge of his hood, creating a small mud puddle at his feet.

He half-squatted down, pressing his hands to the damp earth, feeling the slight tremors from the ground, his heart filled with indescribable joy.

"almost."

He said to himself again in his heart, "It'll be soon."

He once had everything: a crisp uniform, a respectable job, a beautiful wife who was about to marry him, and a future that everyone envied... But now, he can only squat in the rain, hanging out with a bunch of sneaky necromancers.

Wait and see this city before him, his former home, descend into hell.

But so what?

Everything he lost—power, status, envious glances, respectful greetings… and the girl he once loved—will all come back.

The people of the Twilight Tower said they would bring the girl to them.

When the time comes, I will definitely trample her man under my feet and fiercely question her about why she betrayed me.

He wanted to see her cry, to see her regret, to see her heartbroken, to see her kneel down and beg for his forgiveness.

Liu Shan imagined that scene over and over in his mind, gritting his teeth.

"It'll be soon...it'll be soon..."

Suddenly, a loud roar came.

Liu Shan looked up in astonishment. Outside, more than a dozen all-terrain assault vehicles were flooring the accelerator, running at full speed. They suddenly rushed out from some cover and surrounded him in a semi-circle, leaving white trails behind them.

Sharp cries echoed from the sky as the air knight frantically urged his mounts forward, and griffins and harpy swooped down in the pouring rain.

Liu Shan's mind went blank.

He scrambled to his feet out of the mud and ran toward the magic circle where the ceremony was taking place.

"They're here! They've spotted us! Quickly—"

The shouting stopped abruptly.

A long bone spear tore through the rain, hurtling towards him with a whooshing sound. Liu Shan watched helplessly as a flash of white light appeared in his vision. Before he could react, the bone spear pierced his abdomen and back. The immense impact bent him into a V-shape, sending him flying off the ground.

Pfft!
The tree planter was heavily nailed to the tree behind him, the trunk broke off, and he was plunged into the mud pit behind him.

The excruciating pain jolted him from his manic delusions and restored some of his sanity.

"No...it's impossible..."

Large mouthfuls of blood foam gushed from Liu Shan's mouth, mixing with the rainwater and flowing down the corners of his mouth.

"It shouldn't be like this..."

"I haven't... I haven't even scolded her yet..."

In the last moment before losing consciousness, he felt a foot flip his face over, and in his gradually blurring pupils, he saw the cold, icy gazes of those "black-skinned dogs" from the Han Hai Inspectorate.

A low, angry whisper reached my ears.

"Please summon the sorcerers from the Nine Springs Army!"

"Want to die? Empty your bladder first!"

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The entire Summer Moon Alliance began an emergency mobilization.

Alarms blared throughout every town, city gates were placed under strict lockdown, garrison troops began moving into barricades, militia were issued combat weapons, and reconnaissance systems such as airships and drones began a frantic scan of the entire area.

The supercomputer in the central database roared and spun, comparing tens of thousands of newly transmitted aerial images with stored data, trying to find some clues.

Xuan Shui City doesn't have it!
There's no conch shell opening!
Dingshan City doesn't have it!
There isn't one in Yingxue City!
……

As one signal after another came in, the people in the command center gradually fell into deep thought.

Does this "Eternal Silence Swamp" actually exist?
Or did they open this door in some godforsaken place, or even... beyond the vast ocean?

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, then sighed and decided... to inform the other countries.

Our lord is too kind-hearted!
The embassies of various countries and forces stationed in Hanhai City were in a state of confusion and uncertainty due to the large-scale military mobilization in Hanhai when they received a report from Hanhai.

Today, our intelligence department received reliable information that hostile forces, led by the Tower of Twilight, are planning a terrorist attack on our Han Hai.

Our forces conducted thorough reconnaissance and swiftly launched an operation, capturing several enemies who were conducting an evil ritual on the outskirts of Han Hai City. Investigation revealed that the enemy leader was plotting a massive conspiracy to introduce spirits from the underworld to impact the Starry World, potentially posing a significant threat to its overall security. In the spirit of internationalism and humanitarianism, Han Hai issued a warning to all nations.

All countries are urged to be vigilant, actively investigate, and vigorously combat such cult terrorists, so as to jointly safeguard the prosperity and peace of the world.

Barbara.

This notification was sent to a wide range of people. Some factions in the Mist Moon, who were outwardly friendly but inwardly hostile, received it. The Emerald Duchy, which was also outwardly friendly but inwardly hostile, also received it. Even the Orcish Royal Court, which had been at war with the Vast Ocean, was notified by the Vast Ocean.

Miniature and small teleportation altars opened one after another, and the news was quickly transmitted to the central hubs of various forces.

Some were shocked, some were skeptical, and some, who seemed to have known all along and were waiting to see Han Hai make a fool of himself, could only sigh now…

How did they find out?

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Just as most of the starry world was casting its attention toward the Vast Ocean, at the temple square at the foot of the Ironback Mountains, the massacre had ended and the ceremony was about to conclude.

The sky seemed to have a hole in it, and an endless curtain of water poured down, washing over the corpses lying haphazardly in the square.

The square and the surrounding muddy ground were stained a large pool of crimson blood. Men, women, the elderly, and children lay quietly in this red stain, letting the rain wash over them, making them grow whiter and more swollen.

The vortex in the air, which was frantically devouring the soul fire, was spinning slower and slower, shrinking smaller and smaller. Clearly, most of the offerings had been delivered to the secondary seat of the altar, and everything was going smoothly.

Beria sat in his wheelchair, quietly observing everything.

Because he had given up his protective gear, the rain soaked his robes, and the white fabric clung tightly to his thin body, outlining the contours of his bones.

It was slightly cool, but the Lord of Twilight didn't care. He gazed at the square for a long time and let out a satisfied, joyful sigh from his chest.

"Is it beautiful?" Belial suddenly asked, looking at Kruger beside him with a naive expectation in his eyes.

King Kluge XI looked rather grim and did not reply.

Beria waited for a while, but received no reply. He could only nod to himself and begin to mutter to himself.

"gorgeous."

"What a mesmerizing sight it is to see so many souls blooming at the same time!"

"Despair, fear, pain, resentment... Can you hear it? This melody!"

"This is the most elegant melody on the path to the gods, which no worldly scenery can compare to."

"gorgeous!"

Kruger finally couldn't help but speak up: "Are you... insane?"

"What's so beautiful about this? I only see disgust!"

"Crazy?" Beria shook his head. "No, no, no, I'm perfectly sober."

He raised his hand and pointed to the mountains of corpses below.

“Your Majesty, do you know what these people were when they were alive? They were lowly people, ants, worthless trash. They toiled from dawn till dusk, eating chaff and wild vegetables, and would sell anything for a bite to eat. Their value in life was less than that of one of your livestock.”

"But—now, they are different."

Beria's voice became incredibly gentle:

"They ushered in a new era with their deaths. Their souls will become fuel for a great ritual; their flesh and blood will become offerings to open up space and time; their existence will be forever remembered by this starry sky."

"Isn't that their greatest value?"

"Not everyone has the honor of being a part of history."

King Kruger XI opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words. Faced with such a logically consistent madman, any rebuttal seemed futile.

After a few seconds of silence, he continued to press on the previous question: "So, where exactly did you send this 'fuel'? And where exactly is my altar's secondary seat?"

The Lord of Twilight's smile grew even brighter. He raised his hand, gesturing for a maid to push him a little closer to Kruger. Facing Kruger's wary gaze, he lowered his voice and began to share his secret.

"Your Majesty, are you aware that many people in this world consider themselves intelligent, but they all share a fatal misconception!"

"They always think that to accomplish something, you have to do it the biggest, the best, and the most effective."

"Just like in war, they always think that the great victory is to capture the enemy's capital and kill the enemy's lord."

"This is not right!"

"Being able to win, and truly winning, is the most important thing!"

Beria abandoned the maid and rolled his wheelchair forward a few times, stopping at the edge of the slope where they were standing.

"Everyone thought my plan was to place this Gate to the Underworld in the core area of ​​the Vast Ocean. No, that would be too easy to be discovered."

"For every gain, there is a price to pay; the more convenience you gain, the more cost you have to bear."

"Don't let those glamorous things distract you. Where the door is isn't important; what matters most is whether it can be opened!"

"If this door can be opened smoothly, it will be our greatest success."

"What I want to guarantee is that it will open successfully."

"You agree, don't you?"

King Kluge XI remained silent.

This guy is a madman, but an extremely lucid madman.

"So, you lied to all of us!"

Belial shrugged slightly, his movements elegant and casual: "How else could we possibly fool even the Vast Ocean?"

"Our plan has succeeded, hasn't it?"

"Now, no one can stop the gates of hell from opening!"

"After dusk, the gods will depart!"

"How honored we are to witness the beginning of a new era!"

The voice of the Lord of Twilight echoed in the rain, carrying an almost religious fervor. Kruger XI, however, was too weary to pay attention to this rambling fellow. He spoke again, asking, "Where exactly is my altar's secondary seat? Can I retrieve it?"

Beria turned his head, a sly look on his face.

"Your Majesty, I'll go and take a look right away!"

He gently pushed the wheelchair's wheels.

The wheelchair began to slide forward, slowly at first, the wooden wheels turning gently on the wet, slippery ground.

But soon, the speed increased, and it rolled down the slope, heading straight for the seventh-tier teleportation altar set up by the Green Pine Kingdom.

Kruger was horrified: "Are you crazy?!"

He instinctively tried to rush over, but the twin porcelain dolls blocked his way.

Whether by some means or magic, just a dozen seconds later, Belial's wheelchair shot down the slope like a white lightning bolt and rushed into the square.

Rain splashed around him, shattering into white mist as he crashed against his body; his robes fluttered in the wind like a pair of outstretched wings; the wheels on either side cleaved two red waves—water mixed with blood; and between the valleys, the laughter of the Lord of Twilight echoed wantonly:

"Ha ha ha ha--"

It was not the gentle, polite, and warm smile he usually wore, but rather a wild and insane one.

At the last moment, Belial turned around and waved at Kruger.

I'm as happy as a child who heard there's no homework tonight!
"Your Majesty, your deputy is in Bailu Plain, Dingshan County, Qingfeng Mountain. When you go to retrieve it, please give my regards to Han Hai!"

And so, King Kruger XI watched helplessly as Belial charged onto the altar, disappearing into the dark spatial passage along with the final wisp of soul fire, vanishing without a trace.

The passage slowly closed, and Kruger stood there, his mind blank, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.

altar.

Living organism?

How can this be?

The entire Starry World knows that the teleportation altar cannot teleport living beings. You go in alive and kicking, and come out as a mere shell, your soul flame torn to shreds.

But this guy just rushed in like that?
Could it be that he has already broken through to the third stage?
That's impossible. If such a rank really existed, why would they need to go to such lengths to deceive people?

Just tell everyone what you want, and who would refuse?

The court steward, Etherion, strode forward and swiftly retrieved the altar. He then took Kruger's arm and, with his last shred of reason, pleaded, "Your Majesty, we...we must leave here immediately."

Kruger nodded blankly and was dragged away hastily by Etherian.

At the last moment before crossing the mountain, the former king of the green pine looked back once more.

Above the square, under the still gray sky, a torrential downpour of rain fell, piles of corpses lay like mountains, a winding river of blood flowed, and those sculpted guardians stood like statues at dusk.

In a daze, Kruger seemed to see something watching him from above the square.

It resembled the eyes of Beria.

Those clear, bright eyes, always carrying a gentle smile, sent chills down the spine of King Kruger XI at that moment.

(End of this chapter)