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

Therefore, the old necromancer would idly synchronize his mind with an intricate magic circle on the mage tower every day, doing his own thing, much like a security guard at a shop that hardly ever goes anywhere on the continent.

"Hmm, another boring day. Let me see the new gift my servant brought me."

Inside a room on the top floor of the Mage Tower, a hoarse voice rang out, accompanied by the voice of the old necromancer in charge of security in the Shadowfall.

His body was extremely thin due to the lifespan forcibly extended by magic, his skin had turned bluish-black from the side effects of the magic, and his posture was somewhat deformed, his body hunched over like a shrimp. He leaned on a wooden staff as a cane, and slowly walked out of the room with a swaying gait.

He doesn't need to stay in this room all the time. For convenience, he has already used magic to connect his mind directly to this mage tower. As long as he stays in the tower, he can sense any abnormalities transmitted back by the mage towers around the Shadowfall.

As for the gifts brought by the servants—this was his reward from the Council of the Dead. He had been stripped of all his freedom by this tower, and in return, the Council of the Dead guaranteed his quality of life within it. Not only did he have delicious food to enjoy every day, but he also had a dedicated servant to attend to him and would occasionally find gifts to present to him.

He went downstairs to the next floor. The servant had already left after delivering the "gift" and was no longer there. In the center of this empty and dimly lit room stood a huge iron cage.

Inside the cage sat a woman shivering.

This is the servant's gift. Every now and then, he would bring a survivor from an experiment, someone from the necromancer council, here for the old necromancer to torture and play with, satisfying his perverse desires. After these people are tortured to death, the old necromancer would collect their souls and summon them out periodically to torment them.

"Ah!" The woman saw him and was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly, but she was restricted by the iron cage and could not retreat much.

"Hehehe..." The old necromancer let out a hoarse laugh, "Today's gift is not bad, it's quite energetic, I'm really lucky."

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Please, let me go back! I'm just an ordinary peasant woman..." The woman was terrified by the strange-looking necromancer. She pleaded loudly, kowtowing repeatedly to the old necromancer.

"I won't kill you... for now, hehehehe." The old necromancer let out a grotesque laugh. "If you don't know me yet, I can tell you about my tastes. I like to hear people scream in extreme pain, especially a vibrant woman like you... hehehehe... Oh, where's my branding iron... Let's start here. You probably don't get much meat in the Shadowlands, but today you can smell some roasted meat... slurp... hee hee!..."

The old necromancer leaned on his staff and walked towards a corner of the room. His staff emitted light, temporarily illuminating the dim room and revealing a large pile of torture instruments hanging on the wall.

"No! No!" the woman cried out in despair.

“That’s not up to you… Huh?” The old necromancer was taking a branding iron off the wall when he suddenly paused.

The woman was still wailing loudly; she had no idea what had happened.

The old necromancer frowned deeply, his face, etched with deep lines from age, all contorted in a deep wrinkle.

He sensed that some intruder was approaching the Shadowfall, for the watchtower had just transmitted an unusual magical energy back to him. However, he couldn't detect the intruder's location within this energy; it was as strange as looking through a peephole only to find it blocked.

He immediately became alert, temporarily forgetting the woman in the room who was pleading desperately. He focused his mind and began to read the magic that was being transmitted back.

These magical powers were still somewhat unusual, and he became increasingly puzzled.

"Blindness...deafness..."

He was focused on using the mage tower to search for the enemy's location when a whisper suddenly echoed in his mind.

Immediately afterward, the mysterious whisper multiplied, echoing wildly in his mind. The voices were both male and female, seemingly surrounding the old necromancer from all directions. These voices forcefully poured into the old necromancer's mind, and even if he covered his ears, he could not stop them.

"It's...it's a mental attack!" The old necromancer's already cloudy yellow eyes widened suddenly.

But when he realized what he was going through, he didn't panic; instead, he revealed a cruel smile.

"Do you think the mental strength I've cultivated over hundreds of years is a joke? I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

Chapter 260 The Strongest Illusionist on the Continent

The woman, who was sitting in the cage begging the old necromancer to spare her, was surprised to find that the eyes of the emaciated monster in front of her suddenly burst forth with a strong green light.

This terrified her even more. Although the old necromancer didn't attack her, she still instinctively felt fear when she saw someone's eyes suddenly glow green.

"Please, please let me go!"

"Shut up! This is important!" The old necromancer suddenly turned around and shouted fiercely at the woman.

The woman was so frightened that she immediately shut her mouth, sitting trembling inside the cage, afraid to make another sound.

The old necromancer now uses his signature skill—mental attack backlash.

As an old monster who had been stationed here by the Council of the Dead for nearly three hundred years, how could he not have imagined that someone would use the mage tower's function to send mental attacks? Therefore, he constantly improved his mental strength when he was bored at work.

His lifespan had been forcibly extended by magic, and coupled with his daily intake of high-quality nutrition, his mind remained as sharp as a young man's, even as his body aged. Over these three hundred years, he honed his mental strength through various means, occasionally exchanging well-trained souls from other necromancers for methods to enhance his mental power. While these methods couldn't instantly elevate his mental strength to an astonishing level, they were still quite effective.

As an immortal being, he has no shortage of time. Over hundreds of years, these cultivation techniques have continuously strengthened his mental fortitude, making his spirit increasingly resilient and possessing considerable destructive power. If someone were to overestimate themselves and launch a mental attack at him, he could use the amplification effect of the mage tower he was in to send the attack back unscathed, ten or even a hundred times stronger!

"Die! I'll show you what a real mental attack is!" His eyes blazed with light, and a pulse of mental attack instantly spread from his body. As it passed through the walls of the mage tower, it was amplified by the powerful magic array inside the tower, increasing its intensity dozens of times! Such a powerful mental attack would likely severely injure even the best illusion mage on the continent, leaving them unable to stand or walk for several years. As for those less skilled, they would probably die directly from the impact.

The news from the mage tower brought a smug smile back to the old necromancer's lips.

The guy who tried to send a mental attack this way appears to be dead from the mage tower's perspective; he disappeared shortly after the mental attack was sent.

"Hmph, what a piece of trash. I killed him already? I wonder which group of idiots with a righteous sense of justice came to the Shadowfall to play the hero. Forget it, I won't waste my time on this kind of trash. I'd better go back and continue my surveillance." The old necromancer sneered, turned around and walked out of the room, going upstairs.

The woman who was sitting in the cage, who was supposed to be tortured to death by the old necromancer, was now sitting there blankly, not knowing what had happened or why this pervert had suddenly let her go.

"Oh, right." The old necromancer suddenly turned back at this moment and pointed to the cage where the woman was.

The cage suddenly moved, and the woman screamed, only to find that she and the cage seemed to have been magically pushed to the other side.

"You can reach the food and water in this room right now; it'll be enough for you for a long time. The hole in the floor under your feet is for using the toilet. My servant will come to replenish the food in a week." After telling the woman this, the old necromancer turned and walked away, praising himself with great pride as he went, "I'm so amazing! If I can return to the mainland one day, I'll definitely be the number one illusionist on the continent! Hahaha..."

……

On the distant shore, Abyss, standing beside the mage tower, smiled slightly.

Abyss also sensed the mental strength of that old necromancer. After hundreds of years of cultivation, this guy's mental strength could overwhelm most mages on the continent. If his mental attack was amplified by the central mage watchtower and transmitted to Abyss, Abyss would probably have to put in some effort to defend against it.

However, that is not the case.

The old necromancer had been hypnotized from the moment he felt the mental attack.

Abyss and Agnes are the two most powerful mages in the history of the world. How could an old man with relatively high mental strength easily withstand the mental attack launched by the two of them? The mental attack led by Abyss was designed to make him fall into self-satisfaction, to make him believe that he had indeed launched an attack, and to make him selectively ignore Abyss and his group. Now, no matter what Abyss and his group do, whether they use magic, aura, or even to remove the disguise of divine magic, this old man who is in charge of monitoring will no longer have any reaction.

Now, this old gatekeeper of the Council of the Dead has become an informant for the Abyss. The old necromancer himself is unaware that his powerful mental strength and the mage towers he has always relied on have become springboards for the Abyss to monitor the area surrounding this continent. Whenever the Abyss wishes, it can seize the vision of these mage towers at any time and observe the situation around the Shadowfall.

As for the poor prisoner, Abyss planned to help her out first, ensuring her survival, and then find an opportunity to rescue her. With a week to spare, Abyss wasn't in a hurry.

"I'm back." Agnes's voice rang in Abyss's ears, and a raven landed beside Abyss, transforming back into Agnes's appearance.

Agnes had been in contact with the Abyss the whole time, so she naturally knew that she could now use magic with a little more peace of mind in the Shadowfall.

“This operation was brilliant, Agnes.” Abyss reached out and stroked Agnes’s fluffy cat ears. “The enemy’s outposts have been taken care of, so we can proceed with the next step of our plan.”

“What are we looking for next?” Agnes asked.

“I’ve now mentally invaded the mind of the person in charge of monitoring the situation on the continent, and I have access to his perspective. I also happened to find two necromancers from the Council of the Dead in another mage tower. They might be our targets this time,” Abyss said with a smile.

Chapter 261 I'll Lend You My Identity

"You're saying there are two people inside?" Leona looked up at the towering mage tower in front of her. "But I can't hear anything outside!"

“These mage towers are all soundproofed, so even if someone is inside, they won’t be easily detected by people outside,” Abyss said to Leona. “And outside sounds will travel more easily into the mage towers, making them clearly audible inside. These are the mage towers that the Council of the Dead uses as sentry posts, and their design in every aspect is commendable.”

"No wonder we could hear that big bear's voice inside that mage tower just now," Sophia suddenly realized.

The Abyss and his group have now arrived at the tower where they previously discovered two necromancers. Thanks to Flora's divine magic, the two necromancers on the mage tower are completely unaware of the Abyss's approach.

With the help of the Central Mage Tower, Abyss has confirmed that there are indeed two people inside. Now, the task is to find out what they look like. Because the Mage Tower's detection capabilities are somewhat limited and cannot reveal appearances like sight, it is necessary to go up and take a look at them.

When the time comes, we'll naturally choose two people whose physiques are similar to those two mages, and have them impersonate them to infiltrate the Council of the Dead.

Agnes's shapeshifting ability was actually quite useful, but for safety reasons, the Abyss decided against it. While her shapeshifting was powerful, capable of transforming a person into anything, it was still magic. If the Council of the Dead had any means to detect or neutralize magic, this shapeshifting would be easily detected.

Therefore, the Abyss uses a potion invented by Rebecca that can alter the shape of the body to achieve disguise. Aside from height being somewhat difficult to imitate, the face, figure, and even the voice can be transformed into someone else's. Moreover, the changes this potion produces are not illusions, but genuine structural alterations, so they cannot be detected by magic. Currently, this appears to be the safest method.

Abyss didn't expect to be able to do whatever he wanted within the Council of the Dead without being detected, but as long as he acted quickly enough, he could gather enough intelligence before they noticed anything amiss. Once discovered, Abyss could leave unscathed, perhaps even dealing a heavy blow to the Council of the Dead.

"Wait a moment, I'll send an informant over to check." Abyss pulled a dead fruit fly from his person, which he had previously kept on his person. Now, Flora's divine magic was also covering the dead fruit fly.

Abyss directly infused his magic into it, and the fruit fly's corpse was manipulated by Abyss to quietly fly into the entrance of the mage tower.

The fruit fly, with its small body, nimbly bypassed the defensive magic array inside the mage tower and entered the top level. The situation there was also clearly visible to the Abyss.

……

"Senior Brother Spin, how is it going? Why does it take so long to repair a magic array?"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing. The magic circuits here are badly burned. I have to repair this stone disc, otherwise the burned circuits will continue to expand. If the magic array is damaged to the point of not working, Master will really kill me."

Inside the magic array at the top of the mage tower, a male and a female necromancer were busy at work.

It turned out that the magic circle here had malfunctioned. The male necromancer was slowly repairing the stone disc, which had been burned by magic, with a plaster-like material, while the female necromancer next to him kept handing him various tools from behind.

It seems these are two necromancers sent by their master to repair the mage tower. Judging from the skilled way the male necromancer named Spin operates the equipment, and the seamless coordination with the female necromancer when handing him tools, neither of them should be a novice like a magic apprentice.

“Senior Brother Spin, why are you always afraid of that old man? It’s not like we can’t beat him now.” A hint of ruthlessness appeared in the female necromancer’s eyes. “If he dares to lay a hand on you, I can rip his head off.”

“Anita, I know you hate that old man, but you need to understand that a part of both of our souls is in his hands. He will never pass on his unique secret technique to us before he dies. If we dare to disobey him, we will have our will erased and become his puppets.” Spin, who was busy working, turned around and looked at his junior sister, saying seriously, “Let’s finish quickly and go back. My test subject is still roasting over the fire. I don’t know how long my magic will last. If we’re too slow to get back, he might be cooked.”

"If it's too good, just get a new one. I just killed one yesterday, and they sent over a new one this morning," the female necromancer named Anita said dismissively.

"How about we become your test subjects?"

Just as the two necromancers were repairing the magic circle and discussing what they would do to the "experiment subjects" when they got back, a voice suddenly rang out behind them.

"Who!" The two necromancers turned around at the same time and saw two uninvited guests standing at the door of the room.

One figure was a tall, beautiful female dark elf, and the other was a gray-haired human boy dressed in black.

The two necromancers were initially struck by the tall dark elf, but upon seeing the boy a second time, they could no longer remain calm—his appearance was already widely recognized within the Council of the Dead—wasn't that the Abyss!

"Judging from your expressions, you're probably not too keen on having us as test subjects. What a coincidence! I'm actually not too keen on being your test subjects either." Abyss smiled slightly. "Although you didn't send me an invitation, I still came. Since we've met, it must be fate. Shall I borrow your identities for a bit?"

"Abyss! I'll kill you!" The female necromancer named Anita seemed to have violent tendencies. After recognizing the Abyss, she raised her hand towards it without saying a word, and a shockwave was emitted from her palm.

This shockwave was different from the usual magical shockwaves. It seemed to have no physical attack power, but after Abyss blocked it with a magic shield, he discovered that this magical shockwave seemed to have the power to kill the soul.

"Oh, the Council of the Dead has actually developed a new school of thought?" Abyss looked with great interest at the female necromancer who was stunned after her attack failed.

At that moment, the male necromancer suddenly placed his hand on the magic circle, and said with a sneer, "Abyss! Young man, don't be so arrogant! You've walked right into our trap, do you think you can get away unscathed? Try this!"

The male necromancer suddenly poured a large amount of his magic power into the magic circle. The magic circle, which was still in operation, suddenly became unstable, and bright magical light flickered. It actually exploded!

Chapter 262 The Role Arrangement of Abyss

The male necromancer channeled violent magic into the magic circle, which then rapidly spread along the magic circuits. This unstable and aggressive magic had only one purpose: to detonate the mage tower and create as much noise as possible to attract the attention of the necromancers in the Shadowfall!

The four people in this room are all highly skilled, so the explosion won't harm them. However, if the mage tower were to explode, even if Abyss had dealt with the people monitoring the surrounding area, it would be too late.