After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Belder, someone's here."

The dragon's weary voice awakened the sleeping soul. Baird opened his eyes and found a young man with short blond hair.

"It's him..."

Baird sighed softly. Perhaps only this child could come here with such a sincere heart.

Just as rumored, the necromancer had been bound by some mysterious and ominous spell. Paul stopped to observe for a moment, then raised his sword with both hands. The blade burst forth with boundless golden light, and he swiftly swung it down from above his head.

Daylight flashed into night, and beams of light destroyed dozens of houses. Wherever they passed, rubble, bricks, and wood were swept away and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

As the light faded, the blade rested on the necromancer's shoulder, and his dark, scaly skin cracked open, followed by the breaking of the chains.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

Upon seeing this scene, Sensei, who was outside the city, hurriedly ordered a retreat.

Baird slowly raised his head, his vertical pupils snapped open, and an immense pressure swept across the land, his dragon-like roar shaking the mountains and fields.

The ground surged like ocean waves. Paul retreated and turned sideways, surrounded by countless starlight. In the instant the stars connected, he swung his sword, which met the viscous, gasoline-like dragon breath.

Flames collided with stars, sword light intertwined like a net, and after a brief struggle, the black and red flames overwhelmed everything, and Baird finally stood up.

Flames raged, and Paul dodged repeatedly with somersaults. He heard a whooshing sound in his ears as Baird vanished in a flash and suddenly appeared in front of Paul, his twisted dragon claws whistling as they came hurtling towards him.

The burst of golden light shot out again, and the two of them instantly increased their speed to the extreme, creating clusters of light and shadow on the dark earth.

Paul swung his lightsaber and met it with a dragon claw. The immense force of the collision cracked the earth as Paul stomped his feet. He changed his moves one after another, but the dragon claw blocked them all.

The beam of light poured through the gaps in the claws, and Paul became more and more surprised as he fought. This was not the kind of martial arts a necromancer should have. This person's swordsmanship alone was no less than his own.

When did such a powerful necromancer appear in the kingdom? Could he be the culprit behind the creation of the bone dragon and the undead serpent?

"Turbid Star, Hexagram Breaks the Demon!"

The blade flashed, and the murky light transformed into a six-pointed star, imprinting itself on the void. Baird's body paused for a moment, and Paul flashed forward, shattering the void and piercing Baird's chest with his sword.

Black blood sprayed out like fireworks, Baird's eyes darted violently, and in the brief moment of calm, he unleashed his oppressive aura once more.

With a deafening roar, the surrounding air seemed to be emptied out, hearing vanished abruptly, and his entire body felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. Paul gritted his teeth, strode forward, and forced Baird back with his sword pointed at him.

Baird's joints twisted and cracked, his deformed claws tearing at the flesh near his wounds, while endless flames scorched Paul's body.

Finally, Paul chose to retreat. He drew his sword, and the light blade slashed at Baird's head one after another, bursting out a series of flashes.

The two distanced themselves again, extinguishing the flames on Baird's neck. Paul's gaze fell, noticing the constantly crumbling ground beneath Baird's feet.

Why didn't the necromancer seize the opportunity to launch an attack? Was he observing or something else?

"This kid is no good."

The weakened dragon struggled to control its body, but trading blows was not an option for the undead unless they were completely annihilated.

Moreover, once its soul is completely devoured by the magic of immortality, the next magic crystal capable of transferring calamity will be formed, and by then, it will be too late.

Baird remained silent for a long time. "Trust him to take the plunge. We have no other choice."

Ashes swirled in the air, and the wind swallowed its breath.

Paul took a step forward, and the red star shone behind him; not far away, dawn had broken through the light.

The dragon firmly controlled the body, and with the city at its core, the ground within a radius of 500 meters was boiling and shattering, and the aura of death was overwhelming.

Paul's hidden ailment was throbbing again, and as he stood in the swaying black mist, he seemed to have already seen his end.

He gripped the sword tightly, and a crimson light shot straight into the sky, bursting forth in its birth and shimmering in his blood!

The blood-red sky and earth merged like chaos, and the blackish-red lava gushing from the ground crashed to the ground, sounding the dull war drums.

Two suns are rising slowly over the land of calamity.

"Blazing Star: The Fall of a Divine Word".

As the sword was swung out, every tiny chain of origin in the air seemed to split, and a red light three thousand feet high was annihilated. The white misty air did not have time to recombine before it vanished with a roar.

Baird was forced to stand still, his body instantly carbonized, his dragon scales and flesh turning to ash as they withered away.

People in the distance watched in astonishment as the light shone across the sky. The earth trembled, and the gale uprooted trees. The terrifying wind force pressed them to the ground like wheat.

The moment the red light dissipated, Baird's mangled body sank into the molten lava. Paul, panting heavily, plunged his sword into the earth and let out a fierce shout, as if an invisible giant hand had crushed the molten lava.

The magma stopped boiling, but Paul was on high alert because he noticed that the molten lava beneath his feet was rapidly solidifying.

The necromancer seemed to have vanished underground, leaving no trace.

The aura of immortality grew stronger, and finally dawn broke. Standing on the ruins, Paul coughed up a pool of poisonous blood, staring blankly at the sunlight that dispelled the darkness. A piece of decaying chain burst from the ground and collided with the blade in an instant.

After staggering back dozens of meters, Paul regained his composure. He didn't know whether to be thankful that his opponent had missed or what, but in any case, he had narrowly escaped a disaster.

But... I've already used my strongest killing move, yet I still can't do anything to the necromancer?

With a snap, a piece of bone pierced the ground and slammed heavily onto the solidified rock. The hand seemed to be struggling against something, frantically wrestling and splashing up a lot of stone dust.

Rocks shattered and surged up, and a head with only half a face remaining spewed out raging black and red flames at Paul the moment it saw the light of day again.

Paul rolled away to avoid it, but he was already at his limit. Caught off guard, his arm, which was blocking his way, was burned away. The flesh melted and fell to the ground with a crack, blood gushing out, the wound so deep that bone was visible.

We must... we must take care of him now!

Squeezing out his last bit of strength, Paul charged forward, a dim light gleaming on the blade of his sword.

As the blade and bone spike approached each other simultaneously, Paul struck Baird's skull with his sword, producing a dull metallic sound.

Countless messy, dense bone spurs pierced Paul's body, blood spurting out, and the powerful force sent him flying.

A chain wrapped around Baird's neck, forcibly lifting his chin. The flames, originally aimed at Paul, shot into the air.

Boom! Brilliant fireworks billowed and burned in the smoke.

Paul was riddled with countless holes. He had just struggled to his feet when Baird released a powerful aura from his eyes. The space around him rippled violently, and he was shoved into a pile of rubble, sending up clouds of dust.

"run!"

Baird mumbled the word in a hoarse, angry voice.

Paul coughed up poisonous blood again, the pain in his body becoming unbearable. He stared incredulously at Baird, who was bound by chains, as if he could sense the twisting and resistance of his soul.

What exactly happened? Who is he?

Paul stepped forward, knowing he couldn't back down; once the necromancer with such terrifying power was unleashed...

"Murder! Murder!"

A chaotic commotion arose in the distance. Paul turned around in a daze and saw bandits on horseback leaping over the mountains and forests, rushing into the crowd in a dense mass.

The sounds of fighting and shouting were incessant.

Before him stood the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered in his life; behind him lay yet another display of the worst aspects of human nature.

"Leave! Run!"

Chains smashed down Baird's body, tightening around his bones and pinning him to the ground.

However, even as he roared like that, Baird's vertical pupils suddenly lit up in the next moment.

With a loud bang, Paul exploded in the air, blood mist bursting from his body. His swaying form slowly collapsed, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground at the same time...

The cavalrymen, disguised as bandits, slaughtered the nobles and merchants. Standing in pools of blood, they gazed at the vast army of the Western Commander, thousands of meters away.

There was a city between the two sides, and the main army seemed to have no intention of coming to attack, so the cavalry naturally did not intend to go over either.

They're just out to earn some extra money; who would dare risk their life there?

He ordered the cavalry to plunder the money and grain of the nobles and merchants, and the adjutant raised his binoculars, looking at Captain Sout, who was also observing him, and muttered to himself.

"There were explosions and fires in the city just now. Did we come at the wrong time?"

"Should I go take a look?" Timo scratched the back of his head. There was no sound at all in the city now... This scene felt a little familiar.

The adjutant shook his head, lowered his binoculars, and said, "Don't do anything unnecessary. What if the enemy army charges at you when you go over there?"

Timo is someone the Duke has his eye on, and he's an extremely skilled scout. He can't let Timo take this risk.

"But didn't the Duke say that we should also investigate the necromancer's information?" Timo rubbed his hands together. He wasn't interested in money right now; all he wanted was to make a name for himself.

After the two hesitated for a while, the female soldier couldn't take it anymore and stepped forward, shouting, "What are you two arguing about? We're cavalry, let's charge together! What are those people going to use to chase us?"

Yup!

The group exchanged glances and quickly issued orders.

After the looting was over, the adjutant ordered them to leave the grain behind and take only the money with them.

At his command, eight hundred cavalrymen charged toward the city in a mighty procession. Their powerful momentum startled Suo Te, and his soldiers trembled with fear, unable to muster any fighting spirit.

Now Siaot was certain: what a load of rubbish! This was just a bunch of elite cavalry, definitely from the north who had come south to plunder!