This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

Skarr revealed a sinister smile: "Oh, my test subject, it's been a long time."

Chapter 150 The Sissy Abyss

Abyss's hands were bound with thin leather ropes. He stood there, not daring to speak or look at Skar, his whole body trembling slightly.

The years he spent under Skal had left indelible scars on his heart. Now, facing the man who had tormented him countless times, he seemed to have lost all courage to resist, leaving only instinctive submission and fear.

Skar smiled coldly and ordered his bandit men, "Alright, bring him here. This guy is still so afraid of me after all these months. It seems that living with these villagers hasn't taught him anything new."

"Can we leave now?" the village leader asked hesitantly.

“Leave?” Skar glanced at the villager, thought for a moment, and said, “What you’ve done doesn’t please me. I shouldn’t let you go. I could easily cut off all your heads and show them to your relatives and friends in the village.”

"Ah! Master! Please have mercy on us! We just want to finish the task you assigned us as soon as possible!" The villagers were trembling like leaves after hearing his words. The leader who had just asked the question knelt down on the ground and begged loudly with a sob in his voice, "We will never dare to do it again! Please have mercy on us and let us go back! We promise we will not tell anyone about what you did!"

"Hehe, but I'm in a good mood today, so I've decided not to kill you." Skal suddenly changed his attitude at this moment, waving his hand to let the villagers go back. "Alright, you can all go back. I won't lift this barrier until noon tomorrow. You can all sleep peacefully tonight. No one will get hurt. After all, you handed over this guy in advance out of kindness. I won't bother with these trivial matters."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The leading villager immediately kowtowed and bowed on the ground as if worshipping a god.

"Master Skar told you all to go back. Don't get in the way here, get out of here!" one of the bandits shouted loudly.

The villagers were intimidated by the bandits' aura and all ran away. Some of them tripped and fell to the ground, getting covered in dirt, which made the bandits laugh.

Once all the villagers had run back into the village and disappeared, Skal nodded in satisfaction.

"You really let them all go back?" The bandit who had brought the news earlier walked up to Zhongskar and asked in a low voice.

"Otherwise what? I don't want to get entangled with them tonight, is that so hard to understand? Oh, for a pig-brain like yours who could never learn a spell no matter how hard he tried, that might really be hard to understand." Skar made no attempt to hide his disdain for those who didn't understand magic, looking mockingly at the bandit beside him. "I plan to hypnotize everyone in the village with magic tomorrow once my magic circle is fully prepared. Then I can do whatever I want with them, why bother arranging for them to be captured and tied up tonight?"

"Ah, I see! You are indeed brilliant, hahaha!" the robber quickly echoed loudly.

“And another thing,” Skal continued, “is that what I love to do most is to give hope to those wretches and then take it away from them. Their despair is the most wonderful thing.”

"You truly exude an aura of dominance!" The robber gave a thumbs up.

“I know you don’t truly respect me. Go drink your wine. I need to have a good talk with my dear test subject.” Skar glanced at the bandit who was fawning over him and shooed him away. “Have your two men come and keep an eye on him. Don’t let him escape.”

Abyss was quickly escorted up from the side by two henchmen. He still didn't dare to look Skar in the eye, only breathing nervously, as if he were fighting against immense fear.

His fearful expression greatly pleased Skar, a sadist, who chuckled softly, "Heh heh heh, months have passed and your cowardice hasn't changed at all. You're still the same as before, like a mouse. What, how have you been living in this village these past few months? Did the villagers treat you worse than I did?"

“…” Abyss shook his head, still remaining silent.

"Can't open your mouth? Hmph, that's all you've got." Skar leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs high. "Wasn't it good when we were in the mountain stronghold? Even though I often used you as a test subject, I still gave you books to read, and you ate the same food as the regular henchmen. What more could you want? Just because you weren't free? Just because you got hurt every day?"

The two henchmen beside him couldn't help but smirk as they listened to Skar's words. They knew how cruel Skar was; he would even deliberately increase the pain of his test subjects to satisfy his twisted desires. The injuries he mentioned were not something ordinary people could endure; many adults would be driven insane by his torture.

“Alright, you can probably guess what the consequences will be if you sneak out of my stronghold and get caught.” Skar remained arrogant as he lazily spoke to Abyss. “I don’t care what friends you have in this village or how they plan to help you; you will be punished by me. I will begin the punishment after I take back my research results. I hope you won’t go crazy or die from the pain.”

Abyss still did not answer.

This made Skarr a little impatient. He frowned and said, "Are you mute? Answer me, or I'll rip your tongue out."

"Hmm..." Abyss finally managed to make a sound, his voice trembling, high-pitched and thin, as weak and helpless as a little girl.

"Pfft." The two henchmen next to Abyss laughed, never expecting that this big guy would make such a effeminate voice.

Skar chuckled: "You're so scared? You even scared your balls off? Say 'uh' again for me?"

“…Hmm.” Abyss hesitated, then hummed in response.

This time, the two henchmen couldn't help but burst into laughter, and Skar laughed heartily along with them. Abyss, whom they hadn't seen for months, had even changed his voice, sounding effeminate. They figured he could use him for some experiments; the screams would be quite amusing. There were a few guys in the stronghold who liked that kind of thing, and maybe they could get some pleasure from him.

But halfway through his laughter, Skars suddenly stopped.

He realized something was wrong.

call out--

At the same time, he heard a soft whistling sound, seemingly coming from a distance.

Chapter 151 The Rebels in the Dark

The sound of something cutting through the air was very faint, and the bandits, still immersed in their wine and food, didn't even notice it. Some of them were even singing loudly, having a great time. But the sound was exceptionally clear to Skar. As a mage who had spent many years navigating the treacherous waters of the martial world, he was quite sensitive to such unusual occurrences. This slight sound was enough to make him tense up.

"You are not him!" Skar suddenly shouted, and a bolt of lightning quickly condensed in his hand, about to strike the Abyss dead!

The Abyss, who had been silent until now, suddenly collapsed to the ground as if its legs had given way!

Boom!

A massive rock, about two meters in diameter and covered in black charcoal ash, crashed into the bandits' camp under the cover of darkness, landing squarely on the campfire in the center.

The massive rock instantly smashed the blazing campfire into a shower of sparks, and it itself disintegrated instantly—it wasn't an ordinary rock, but a loose, fragile piece of shale. This rock, carrying enormous kinetic energy, fell from the slightly higher ground of the village to this point, and the flying fragments instantly turned into deadly projectiles, riddling several bandits who were gathered around the fire, boasting about their murders.

The bandits' screams, like the wailing of demons, immediately erupted. Those further from the campfire were not spared either; their bodies were struck by flying stones, sustaining injuries of varying degrees. Some were blinded, some had their legs broken, and some were struck directly in the head, their bodies stiffening as they collapsed, seemingly beyond saving. The massive tremor also caused all the bandits to fall to the ground.

A flash of light appeared, and Skar, who had been on guard, had just used a magical shield at the last second to block the flying debris. However, his magical shield proved less effective against the powerful physical impact, collapsing and disappearing after withstanding the attack.

The sun had just set, the moon hadn't fully risen yet, and the campfire had just been extinguished. The campsite was now mostly dark, with only some partially burned charcoal emitting a red glow that offered no illumination.

The bandits never provoked enemies they couldn't defeat, so when had they ever suffered such a terrifying attack? This unexpected and sudden attack directly deprived half of them of their mobility, and the remaining half were also injured to varying degrees, bleeding profusely, and wailing in agony.

"Who is it!?" Skar was also startled by the attack. He couldn't believe that anyone could have such strength to throw such a huge rock so far and kill so many people in an instant.

Could the other side be an extremely powerful Qi practitioner? But why would such a powerful Qi practitioner live in such a remote and impoverished place?

bass!

Just as all the bandits were filled with surprise and doubt, a soft metallic clang pierced through their screams, sounding particularly jarring and sending chills down everyone's spines.

"Ahhhhh...hehehe...ga..."

A bandit's scream changed from a terrified howl to a gurgling, bubbly sound. These bandits, who had tasted blood and killed countless people by various means, immediately recognized that one of their comrades had been slit in the throat! The bubbly sound was because the blood he was spitting out was flowing back into his throat!

Someone is lurking in the darkness!

bass!

"Ah...uh..."

The sound of a sharp blade piercing a chest rang out, and the other bandit, who hadn't yet reacted and was still screaming in agony, stopped his cacophony.

All the bandits were terrified. The bright campfire had just gone out, and their untrained eyes were not yet adjusted to the darkness. The sight of their comrades being killed nearby filled them with immense fear.

When did they ever consider that they, who had always brought fear and death to passing merchants and travelers, might one day be the opposite, with others bringing them fear and death?

"Candlelight Spell!"

Just as the bandits were in complete chaos and preparing to scatter and flee, their commander, Skar, finally remembered that he was a mage. He reactivated the candlelight spell, which had been extinguished by not reading, and a bright light rose from his fingertips into the sky, illuminating the camp that had been shrouded in darkness and the shadow of death.

A figure stood bent over before a dumbfounded bandit, who turned his head, his eyes burning with defiance. In his hand, the figure held a gleaming dagger. Even illuminated, he didn't stop, thrusting the blade into the bandit's chest, piercing his heart and killing him instantly.

This person was none other than Abis, whom Skal hadn't seen for months!

The one lying on the ground was no longer Abyss. The shockwave from the boulder hitting the ground had already reset her appearance, which had been altered by the poorly executed shapeshifting spell—Leona, whose shapeshifting had failed, was lying on the ground, coughing incessantly. Her earlier act of lying down had saved her from the deadly flying debris, but it had also transmitted the enormous shockwave to her body, leaving her breathless for a long time.

"You! How dare you defy me!" Skar exclaimed in fury. "How dare you!"

when!

A sharp, ear-piercing metallic clang rang out behind the Abyss. A bandit had just attempted to ambush him, but when the bandit's blade struck the Abyss's back, it had no effect. The Abyss's back was incredibly tough; it couldn't be cut through. Upon closer inspection, the Abyss's skin now gleamed with a faint metallic sheen.

"You've already mastered using my fusion magic!" Skar exclaimed in surprise.

Abyss retaliated with a punch, knocking the bandit behind him, whose hands were cracked from the impact, unconscious.

“Skar! It’s time to settle our score!” Abyss finally said.

Where was he now? Was he still the boy Scar remembered, trembling with fear, always meek and submissive, barely daring to breathe? Where was the effeminate coward from before? Now, his tone was filled with determination and courage.

"You're delusional!"

"These past few months! Did you think I was just barely hanging on? I've been thinking about how I could protect my loved ones if you came here. I've been secretly training my fusion magic so that it can be used when necessary!"

Why do Leona's cabbages grow so well? It's not because Abyss has any vegetable-growing skills. He was a young master when he was young, but later became a prisoner of bandits. Where would he have had the opportunity to learn farming? He actually trains his abilities by constantly using fusion magic to grow vegetables!

The saying goes, "An army is trained for a thousand days to be used for one day." Now is the time for Abyss to unleash the abilities he has honed over the past few months in a decisive battle against his mortal enemy!

Chapter 152 The Ant's Persistence

Abyss can now skillfully utilize the special magic he gained from experiments. His grip on the knife is unique—one finger rests against the blade—allowing his body to assimilate with the steel, making him virtually invulnerable. The bandits' weapons are made of cheap iron, while Abyss wields the finest dagger in the village, borrowed from the village chief. The difference in strength between the two materials is stark; the enemy's attacks feel like mere tickles to Abyss.

Skar has not yet mastered the Abyss's fusion magic.

This is because Skar's experiment was unique. Such experiments required adjusting the body to a specific state through methods like magical tattoos and organ modification, and then releasing the effect using a specially tuned incantation. Skar only knew the incantation for this magic, but he didn't yet have a definitive conclusion on how to adjust the body's state—after all, Abyss had fled the stronghold immediately after his success, and having spent so much time with the bandits, he had developed a penchant for pleasure, so he was too busy celebrating to take any measurements.

The still-active bandits, carrying their weapons, all tried to attack the Abyss. However, the Abyss's fusion magic was something Skal had meticulously refined over many years; how could it be so easily broken by these reckless brutes who refused to believe in its power? Their blades struck the Abyss, only to produce a numbing vibration in their arms and a shower of sparks.

Abis, on the other hand, easily defeated the bandits one by one with a single punch. Although his movements were somewhat clumsy due to most of his body being made of steel, his strength was not to be underestimated; any blow he struck would result in broken bones and tendons.

Skal looked at Abyss, paused for a moment, struggled slightly, and then realized the current situation.

The Abyss and he are now locked in a life-or-death struggle; simply reclaiming the Abyss is a pipe dream. To regain control of his "experimental subject," the only option is to defeat the Abyss and then subdue him while he is mentally unstable.

All those years of torment didn't turn Abyss into a lamb to the slaughter, nor did it diminish his fighting spirit. Instead, it taught him powerful skills. The once weak and helpless young master can now knock a burly bandit to the ground with a single punch, making him foam at the mouth and urinate and defecate.

Damn it!

Even though Skar was a deranged killer with countless lives on his hands, he was stunned by the Abyss's prowess. He cursed under his breath, raised his hand, and unleashed a magical lightning bolt at the Abyss.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning, as thick as a finger, shot out from his palm and struck Abyss directly in the body.

However, the instant the lightning struck the Abyss, its skin suddenly changed like a chameleon, instantly turning to stone. This stone-like skin made it immune to the lightning's attack; the bolt of lightning, powerful enough to instantly electrocute a person, spread across the Abyss's body, scorching its clothes, but achieving nothing further.

After the Abyss's body was petrified, it quickly turned into steel. This time, no bandits could pounce on it anymore—their skulls or ribs were smashed, and they were struggling to survive around the Abyss.

“Ah, this…” Skar felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately realized how Abyss had predicted his fighting style—he knew him too well!

Skal was an unaffiliated, freelance mage. His magic came partly from his own insights and partly from magic books he had cobbled together from various sources. This limited and scattered magical repertoire gave Skal a very distinct personal style in combat. For example, he liked to start with lightning spells, which were fast and powerful.

Little did he know that the details of his occasional display of skill had been seen by Abyss, who was a prisoner!

However, he never expected that Abyss hadn't actually made a conscious effort to memorize Skal's fighting style. The fact that Abyss could confidently predict Skal's moves in advance was actually thanks to Leona's reminder a few days ago; he had racked his brains to piece together Skal's fighting style from his own memories.