Witch Hunter Rhapsody

"To be honest, I hate you."

"Haha, I'm so sorry to have made you tell me this."

Declan remained the same, showing no sign of being at a disadvantage.

Although his situation is quite bad right now.

"Damn it, my teacher never taught me proper necromancy."

Declan silently complained to himself.

However, this was just a thought he would always express when he was at a disadvantage in battle.

Necromancers need to make a lot of preparations beforehand, such as modifying corpses, resurrecting the undead, and strengthening themselves. These tasks may take up most of the wizard's time. Therefore, necromancers are more about technical operation than academic research.

Despite considering this possibility, Declan still felt that things were fine as they were.

"Let's run away."

However, the space around here is now locked by Alistair's spatial anchor.

As a student of Draco, whose research field is said to be teleportation, he is naturally adept at such practical skills.

Damn it, aside from the most basic spatial spells, I don't have any other skills or knowledge about this.

His research area is actually shaping and modification, so what use could it possibly be? Is that the only thing he can do?

Damn it, he really didn't want to use that spell. He created it himself, and the incantation even had his own name in it, but he just didn't want to use it.

This won't do; if this continues, I won't even be able to escape.

"The Declan High Wall Technique!"

He clapped his hands, and the entire earth rose up in response.

The soil, carrying stones, was magically reshaped into flat blocks, which then rapidly rose dozens of meters high between the two people, and their height and thickness continued to increase.

Alistair stared at the seemingly insurmountable wall.

It's truly astonishing; the students of Nectus certainly have their own unique strengths in academic achievement.

Alistair's mind was still foggy. If he could defeat the person in front of him and take him back to his teacher to find out what had happened recently, he should be able to solve the most troublesome problem.

"Anonymous - Spatial Exile Technique"

All beings within the target space are banished for a short period of time. During this time, everything within the target space will temporarily disappear from the real world, including those high walls with physical forms.

Declan wasn't too surprised; he had already stalled for enough time.

"Declan Space Glide Technique".

They're running away!

Declan's self-developed spatial gliding spell is a modification of the ordinary gliding spell. The ordinary gliding spell treats the surface of an object as a smooth surface and allows the user to glide on it at high speed, making it a playful spell. Declan's modification, however, changes the target of the spell to space.

As a wizard who plays a role in the field of shaping, he naturally has the ability and confidence to shape space.

In a short time, Declan had flown hundreds of meters, a speed that left Alistair in awe. He spent some time thinking about why his space anchor hadn't stopped the other party from escaping.

After careful consideration, he finally understood what had happened.

"Damn it, you're not allowed to leave!"

Then, various strange magical light projectiles flew from the direction where Declan disappeared.

hateful!

Alistair must first disengage the spatial anchor before he can use his most proficient spatial teleportation spell, but if he wastes that time, Declan will have already run off to a place he doesn't know.

That being the case.

Or shall we call it a day?

"Was that wizard Declan just now?"

An unexpected sound came from behind.

Alistair recognized the voice. Although he wasn't actually familiar with the owner of the voice, it would be ridiculous if he had no recollection of the main force among those who ultimately killed him.

Alistair tried hard to recall the man's name.

"Vitas Vitalius, I remember you were Maximus's subordinate."

"He's not a subordinate, just a partner."

Vitas's armor was somewhat worn, but not seriously. He had just arrived and was looking at the devastated landscape around him.

"That's terrifying, you actually came back to life. I have so many questions for you."

"Yes, I do too. Let's put aside our intentions to attack each other for now and figure out some of the most important issues. No matter who dies in the end, it's always best to die knowing the truth."

Vitas hesitated for a moment, then sheathed his longsword.

Seeing him make such a concession, Alistair also put away his staff.

"You go first, mortal."

"Was that wizard Declan?"

"Don't you know him?"

"No, damn it, I thought he was just a merchant who knew a wizard. Damn it, he's actually a wizard. The cunning of wizards is truly terrifying."

Alistair didn't have time to continue; he also had a question.

Where is Maximus?

"I killed him."

"Very well, that good-for-nothing died at the hands of an ordinary person; it's also a punishment for his arrogance."

"In that case, all of you deserve this ending."

Alistair's gaze then shifted to Vitas.

"You are no ordinary person. Maximus, no matter what, is a wizard. Did you defeat him on the battlefield?"

"Enough, now it's my turn to ask you a question, Alistair. Why did you have to kill Viya? You and she were from the same sect. Even if she cooperated with your teacher's enemy, she was still punished. Why did you have to kill her?"

Alistair was silent for a moment, then suddenly forgot why he had killed her in the first place.

Theoretically, it's unnecessary. Viya is an excellent person and my friend. Even if their conversation wasn't pleasant during their last meeting, why would I order Maximus to kill Viya?

He seemed to know something, and then he was so eager to kill her that, in the end, his decision was irrational.

"I forgot, this necromancer's academic skills are not enough, and he did not fully restore my memories. It may also be your fault, since you treated my corpse quite rudely."

"That's true, I hate wizards."

Alistair nodded. There were no more people who liked wizards than those who hated them, but Vitas's intense hatred for wizards was rather strange.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he still asked the question.

"Did you kill Viya?"

Vitas remained silent, staring at Alistair.

The latter said.

"I see, I understand now."