Who left their last words here?

Chapter 49 Where did this necromancer come from?!
An officer who is at least a Level 3 Extraordinary, one of the top six in the base.

A heavily armed tactical squad called "Sword Bearers," specifically designed to deal with extraordinary individuals.

There were also dozens of officers and their comrades, as well as a captain of unknown strength known as the "Sword Bearer."

—With a carpet search, their inescapable net has been cast.

The lineup is so impressive it's breathtaking.

It must be admitted that Bai Zhou did not have the strength to deal with them.

They were even vaguely trapped in the bushes, afraid to make any rash moves.

Surrounded by them, unless we remain hidden until they leave on their own...

Otherwise, Bai Zhou wouldn't even be confident of escaping from here.

But he didn't intend to run away.

These people are after me; there's no reason for innocent people to be implicated because of me.

At this moment, Bai Zhou was happy for Lao Qiao to tell him everything.

Anyway, we're just strangers who met by chance, it's no big deal.

But that's not the problem—

Because Bai Zhou saw the officer's undisguised arrogance, and also the captain of the "Sword Bearer" – his initial concern followed by indifference.

A familiar feeling welled up in my heart—

Bai Zhou immediately realized that if these people couldn't find him today, they would all be taken away along the way.

Therefore, although this is completely out of character for his usual cautious approach...

But he knew he had to stand up.

Because he's an adventurer.

—It has always been a story of adventurers accepting villagers' requests to eliminate monsters.

There is no record of adventurers standing by and watching monsters slaughter villagers.

Even if the adventurer wields the best rusty sword in the village, or a broken, blunt lance... even if the opponent is a roaring dragon.

Fortunately, he was not without a chance of winning.

— Leveling up before battle is quite common for adventurers, isn't it?
"Wow..."

While Old Joe was talking to the officer,
The bushes swayed almost imperceptibly.

Bai Zhou glanced down at the time on his wristwatch.

"23:59:57".

Midnight is approaching.

Bai Zhou took one last deep look at the crowd in front of the unfinished building through the bushes.

He pulled out the Dead Sea Scrolls in one hand and the [Zhu Luo Ji Pass] in the other...

"see you later."

He silently left a message in his heart, and infused the pass with spirituality.

The next moment,

The white boat disappeared into the bushes at 00:00.

He will return at 00:00:01.

"Boom!!!"

In the distance, the mysterious compass suddenly shone brightly and vibrated continuously.

The captain, wielding a sword, suddenly looked up and around, his eyes filled with horror.

"Someone nearby used spiritual powers!"

"Yes……"

He gasped softly, bewildered and surprised.

"It seems someone went to the Reflection Ruins?"

……

A crimson crescent moon hangs high in the sky.

A gigantic city hanging upside down, flying under the moon.

"Rumble--"

Above the boundless battlefield ruins,
The Skeleton General, leading his vast army, galloped past with great fanfare.

The Skeleton General, who rides his Pegasus and leads his army back and forth between heaven and earth every day, has made this his regular job.

—It was as if even he himself was about to forget the meaning of doing so.

"Cats, clicks."

The finger bone scratched the smooth, glistening skull twice.

The Skeleton General reined in his horse and drew his sword.

His jaw opened and closed, making a crisp "click-click" sound.

Speaking in a solemn tone, as if he were hopelessly immersed in some kind of fantastical glory...

This madman skeleton, whose mental state was 90% questionable, shouted his 18,000th slogan with exceptional fluency:
"My immortal legion—"

"Follow me, follow my lead, the army marches forth!"

Behind him, skeletons and mummies lay densely packed, clad in armor, carrying knives and spears.

This is his "army".

But this army was crooked and disorganized. Upon closer inspection, it was actually strung together by a long, endless horsewhip, resulting in a crooked posture and missing arms and legs.

Several of them even had their heads resting on the collarbones of their "colleagues," demonstrating extremely poor military discipline.

When the wind blows, all the bones in my body creak and pop as if they're about to fall apart.

"..."

Everyone fell silent, clearly showing no resonance with the general's lofty ambitions.

But the Skeleton General was quite satisfied.

With a "snap"—

He suddenly yanked the whip.

He didn't control his strength well. "Crack!"

The cracking sound came from his right side.

A young skeleton, strung at the front of the line with a precarious neck, had its head fall off.

The skull rolled down the slope like a ball, its empty eye sockets staring blankly at the shattered sky illuminated by the blood moon.

"...?"

The Skull General's speech came to an abrupt end.

He then covered up his embarrassment with an even louder voice.
"Hahaha! Fearless vanguard! So eager to charge into battle?"

"What valor! All generals should take him as their role model!"

As he spoke, he spurred his horse closer, attempting to casually hook the head back with his long sword—

I couldn't reach it.

Just as he was considering whether he should condescend to dismount...

"what?"

A wisp of black smoke, without warning, emerged from between the finger bones.

Then came more.

The black mist drifted in wisps, light as fog, yet it was deathly still and cold, filled with an ominous aura.

They seeped from every crack in the bones, rising upwards.

"This is……?"

Something has slipped away from me.

—Deathly aura of the dead!
The Skeleton General turned his head and found that he wasn't the only one.

More and denser black mist emanated from every skeleton and mummified corpse.

The corpses resembled chimneys, each emitting plumes of black smoke.

Endless black energy surged into the sky.

Who is collecting the death energy of the undead?

What can I do with this?
The Skeleton General looked up in shock.

The black mist swirled and flew high into the sky, gathering together.

"call--"

got windy.

Beneath the blood moon, on the wasteland,

A gigantic, sky-covering black vortex is forming!

The hurricane, formed by the gathering of deathly energy, dimmed the blood-red sky.

Sand and stones flew, ghosts wailed and gods howled, and the strong wind made the skeleton general's bones creak and rattle.

far away,

The blurry horizon—

A figure appeared, walking in the eye of the black hurricane.

The man seemed to be holding a book and at first glance looked like a scholar.

But huge plumes of black smoke filled the sky, and in a daze, one could even hear eerie, grotesque laughter.

—He doesn't seem like a good person at all.

“That’s…?!”

The skeleton general raised his hand to shield himself from the black wind and looked at the approaching figure.

Feeling utterly confused, he couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice:
"Where did this necromancer come from?!"

The stronger the wind, the stronger the terrifying suction.

The man, surrounded by billowing, dark death energy, drew ever closer to this place.

—The air is thick with deathly aura; the visitor is clearly hostile!
When I finally saw that delicate face hidden by the black smoke...

Suddenly, the eerie green flames in the Skeleton General's eye sockets began to flicker violently.

Like a candle flickering in a hurricane.

"Yes……"

"That kid from last time?"

Is that kid named Bai Zhou the center of the black hurricane?

Is he absorbing and refining the death energy of the undead within his body?
--How can it be?!
He thought he had misread it.

But soon, he no longer questioned the visitor's identity.

Because that person was standing in the center of the howling black smoke, waving at him from afar!
—It felt like meeting an old friend again.

"...?"

The Skeleton General looked bewildered.

When you mysteriously disappeared and ran away last time...

They weren't as proactive as they are now.

what happened?
far away……

Upon seeing the familiar green skull, Bai Zhou revealed a bright and delighted smile.

It's like seeing a treasure waiting to be discovered.

That look clearly said—

【finally found you!】

"rumble--"

The roaring deathly hurricane and the forbidden scripture that greedily devours deathly energy both perfectly set the mood for the reunion.

Good evening, General.

Holding an ancient book, Bai Zhou greeted them warmly and politely.

"--haven't seen you for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)