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

The uprising was communicated to the girl remotely by the Abyss. He had clearly told her that this escape from the training facility might encounter some trouble. The Abyss could guarantee they wouldn't be killed, but they had to persevere and escape from the facility; they absolutely could not give up halfway. The Abyss couldn't directly intervene to help them, otherwise it might attract difficult opponents, and the Abyss wouldn't be able to guarantee their safety then.

If the slaves are recaptured, it will be much more difficult for the Abyss to rescue them again, and the captured slaves will certainly face cruel punishment.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! Fear won't help! We can't be hurt by them now, and none of them can break through the power we have!" the girl said to her trembling companions. "We must break out before their reinforcements arrive! The person who helped us said that as long as we can escape from here, he can guide us out of this place! We'll never have to be afraid again! We'll have the chance to earn whatever we want through our own efforts!"

As she spoke, the girl began to use a heating spell on the barrier again.

Some of the slaves were inspired by the girl's will, and they began to focus their attention back on their magic, no longer looking at Bono who was menacingly threatening them.

The barrier trembled again. This annoyed Bono.

"Damn it, how did you train these slaves? Why aren't they afraid of people?"

He spoke to the shepherds who were struggling to maintain the barrier.

The shepherds knew he was a high-ranking councilor and not someone they could afford to offend, so none of them dared to get angry. One of the shepherds said to him with a worried look, "Master, these slaves are usually very obedient, but today, I don't know what happened, they suddenly became so strong, and now that they have power, they're not obedient anymore. Can you help us? We can't maintain this barrier anymore; the slaves' combined magic is too strong."

"Ha, a piece of cake, do I even need to help? You guys, go and help." Bono then directed his apprentices to help the shepherds.

At that moment, the girl inside the barrier suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with a dangerous but highly feasible plan.

The necromancer in front of me seems to be of high status, but he has a bad temper. So, can I provoke him? This barrier is two-way, capable of defending against attacks from both inside and outside. If I can provoke this necromancer, he might order the shepherds to open the barrier and attack the slaves.

The girl asked herself, "Sir, you said that none of us would die today, right?"

Abyss's reply was somewhat delayed, but it didn't keep the girl waiting long: "If you trust me, then carry out whatever plan you can think of. My promise is here: as long as you act quickly enough today, no one will be sacrificed—and even if someone is sacrificed, I will not harm his soul; he can continue to live on as a spirit."

The girl swallowed hard. Abyss's words reassured her considerably.

She was willing to believe in the Abyss, the first ray of light seen by someone living in despair, and she was so eager to seize this opportunity that might disappear in a moment of hesitation.

"Hey you necromancer over there! You're really ugly!" the girl shouted at Bono.

She had never learned any swear words and had no skills to provoke people, but she still tried her best to put on an annoying expression—the kind that would get her beaten up by the shepherd if she did it in the facility.

"You slave, you're worse than a dog, what did you say?!" But Bono didn't disappoint the slave girl. He immediately flew into a rage, pointed at her, and roared, "You're dead!"

"You're not even as good as a dog!" The girl directly used the other person's insults.

"Damn it! You son of a bitch!"

"Damn it! You son of a bitch!"

"Don't mimic me! You filthy thing!"

"I'm going to mimic your speech! You filthy slut!"

"Ugh! I'm so angry!" Bono roared in fury. He walked to the node of the magic circle, shoved his apprentice aside, and ordered the shepherds around him, "Remove the barrier! I'll tear them all to shreds!"

Chapter 317 The Shame of a Senior Councilor

The shepherds were completely powerless against this hot-tempered senior councilor. Of course, they had no right to voice their objections; these people were merely peripheral members who were only allowed into the facility because the Council of the Dead needed them to work there.

However, upon hearing Bono's somewhat unreasonable request, one of them still mustered up the courage to say, "Um... Master, what if these slaves run away if the barrier is removed? We can't bear that responsibility."

"I'll take responsibility. Enough talk, remove the barrier now!" Bono slapped the shepherd across the face. "You think you can teach me how to do things? You're not worthy!"

The shepherds were also afraid of this volatile fellow. They were just peripheral mages, and as a high-ranking councilor, it would be easy for him to kill them.

So, those who had been desperately maintaining the barrier withdrew their magical energy supply to the magic circle. The barrier, which the slaves were attacking, was already on the verge of collapse. Now that these people had withdrawn their magic energy, the magic circle itself, which had little energy stored up, was simply not enough for the slaves to fight back. The barrier made a sound like cloth being torn apart and shattered instantly.

The slaves cheered in unison.

"Don't be so happy!" Bono said with a cruel sneer, extending his hand to the slaves. "Have you ever seen this before?"

The slaves then remembered that they were able to break the barrier because the girl had insulted the seemingly terrifying necromancer outside. And now, the necromancer's horrific revenge was about to arrive!

Bono was a master of the Corpse Puppet style, and his magic also involved controlling skeletons. Suddenly, a large number of skeleton warriors materialized around him in a grayish-white whirlwind. Each of these skeleton warriors was over three meters tall, wielding heavy warhammers and battle axes, and clad in thick bone armor; there were dozens of them in number.

After being condensed, all the skeleton warriors opened their mouths, their teeth clashing together, producing a chilling clicking and creaking sound as their joints rubbed together.

The slaves had never seen such powerful necromancy before; they were all terrified.

"Don't sit idly by and wait to die! We must attack them!" The girl's voice rang in the slaves' ears at that moment.

Some slaves retorted, "How could we possibly defeat these monsters!"

"That person is protecting us! And our goal is to escape, not to defeat those monsters! If you're afraid, I'm not. Let me try first!" The girl gritted her teeth and rushed out first.

To the astonishment of the slaves, the girl rushed across the area that had been protected by the barrier and ran directly toward Bono.

Bono sneered, "How utterly ridiculous! Do you think you have any chance against my skeleton warrior? Even if you're protected and won't get hurt, my skeleton warrior can still grab you! You won't have a chance to resist! Come on, let me see how powerful your protection is, let me see how strong that Abyss is at playing tricks!"

As Bono spoke, the skeleton warriors around him rushed towards the thin, short girl.

The scene appears somewhat unbalanced, with a massive war machine on one side and a frail girl without even a weapon on the other. The outcome of this battle is obvious.

The skeleton warrior lunged at the girl. Bono knew the Abyss was a formidable enemy and didn't expect to kill the girl with a single punch from the skeleton warrior. He decided to capture the girl first and then slowly find the weakness in the blessing the Abyss had placed on these slaves.

Even the most powerful enemy has weaknesses, right? Bono has never submitted to anyone.

The tall skeleton warrior could easily grab the girl around the waist with one hand, and it did just that; the girl's small body was held directly in the skeleton warrior's palm without any suspense.

The girl let out a short scream, and then fell silent.

"Hmm?" Bono sensed that his skeleton warriors hadn't grasped anything indestructible. There was something that seemed very hard at first, but then it disappeared.

Was the blessing the Abyss bestowed upon these slaves a lie? The girl was crushed to pieces?

Just as Bono was thinking this, a figure suddenly slipped from the skeleton warrior's hand—it was the girl who had just been captured.

Greasey technique!

The girl had just cast a greasy spell on herself, amplified by the sacred tree! This magic could make the ground sticky and slippery, and of course, it could also be applied to people. With this magic amplified several times over, the friction on the girl's body had been reduced to zero, making it impossible for the skeleton warrior to grab her.

"If I use the grease spell, I won't get caught!" the girl shouted.

The slaves were energized to see that the girl was unharmed after the skeleton warriors attacked. They ignored the oppressive aura emanating from Bono and his skeleton warriors and chased after the girl.

Bono had never been treated like this before. He had just shown off his best skill, only to have it broken by a mere grease spell. And now, so many slaves dared to ignore him and run away after he used a grease spell on them?

"Are you brainless?" Bono roared.

His skeleton warriors immediately attacked the fleeing slaves, smashing their heads down with massive bone warhammers.

The slaves instinctively clutched their heads, but felt no pain. Looking up, they saw that the skeleton warrior's bone warhammer had been rammed into a large crater, yet not a single tremor had reached them. Agnes's Stone Skin spell wasn't something just any druid could cast; the physical resistance it provided meant that even if a mountain collapsed and crashed down on the slaves' heads, they wouldn't lose a single hair.

"What!?" Bono was startled. "Is this level of defense some kind of joke!?"

He hastily tried to use magic to bind the slaves' legs, but his already mediocre binding spell vanished without a trace, like a stone thrown into the sea. The slaves' magical immunity rendered his magic, as a high-ranking councilor, a joke.

This made the slaves deeply aware of how powerful their blessing was, adding to their confidence. They used all the magic they knew to run faster and chase after the girl.

These slaves, filled with a yearning for freedom, ran at an astonishing speed. After everyone present stared in disbelief for a while, Bono was the first to realize that the slaves had already run far away.

"Bono! What's the situation!" Davidz's voice came from afar. "Where are the slaves?"

Bono looked up and saw his old acquaintance Davidz floating towards him from afar on wind magic.

He was instantly enraged: "Are you blind? The slaves ran that way, they've already crossed a mountain!"

Davidz frowned, startled by the sudden insult, and said, "And what about you? Are you a piece of trash? You let the slaves escape? Besides, I came from that side, how come I didn't see any of those slaves?"

"Huh?" Bono was taken aback. "What the hell? Didn't you see it?"

Chapter 318 Blitzkrieg

Davidz squinted and shook his head: "I didn't see anyone there when I came over—you mean that hilltop? There wasn't a soul there."

"Huh? That's strange!" Bono was still thinking about how to bring back the slaves who had just escaped and hadn't gone too far, but now, all the slaves have disappeared.

Bono could confidently assure himself that he had not sensed any spatial magic fluctuations, and he had no idea how the slaves had disappeared.

Could the Abyss have placed a portal here? But shouldn't a portal emit spatial magic fluctuations?

"Was this the work of the Abyss?" Davidz frowned. "To be able to move so many slaves away right under our noses is a bit too much. We are both Sorcerers Supreme."

"Damn it! To be tormented like this by a bunch of slaves!" Bono stomped his foot angrily, but it went numb. He gritted his teeth and stopped moving.

This wasn't just happening at the facility where Bono and Davyz were; at this moment, all fourteen magical slave training facilities on the continent were experiencing slave riots. It wasn't that no high-ranking councilors rushed over in time, but the magic that these councilors were usually very confident in had no effect on these slaves. Magic immunity combined with Stone Skin made these slaves almost indestructible.

The deadliest bone spears pierced their bodies, shattering them piece by piece; the most powerful elemental magic struck them, feeling like mere tickles. This wasn't a matter of magical restraint, but rather Agnes's overwhelming magical power completely suppressing these formidable yet still mortal beings.

Thus, even though the high-ranking councilors were furious and didn't want the slaves to leave, there was nothing they could do. To avoid suspicion, the exits of the facility were built in complex terrain. Once the slaves turned a corner and were out of sight of the Council of the Dead, they all disappeared, leaving only the necromancers, who had never suffered such humiliation, to search for them in vain and beat their chests in frustration.

"I told you long ago that the Abyss's power is unfathomable! But none of you believed me. Are you all stubborn and won't learn until you see the coffin?"

These were the words of a high-ranking councilor who had previously fought the Abyss in Lavoisier, after all the slaves had escaped, to his initially careless companions.

However, no matter how much the necromancers regretted it, all the magical slaves—one of the most important resources of the Council of the Dead—were taken away by the Abyss right under their noses, and their actions did not even harm a single slave.

“Damn it… what do we do now?” Bono sat on the ground in frustration, looking at David beside him. “It’s all over now. The Abyss not only took away the Council’s most precious property, but also slapped us all in the face!”

“And this Abyss hasn’t shown up yet.” Davidz said in a low voice beside him, “If the Abyss had shown up, the Chief Mage might have made a move, but right now, we don’t even know where the Abyss who orchestrated all of this is.”

“I didn’t ask you to say anything discouraging. What are your plans next?” Bono glared at his always serious colleague. “Will the elders punish us next?”

“I have no plans, and I don’t know what to do. You don’t think I have a way to find the Abyss, do you?” Davidz said impatiently to the hot-tempered Nobo. “I don’t think the elders will punish us. Although I don’t know what the situation is like in the other facilities, since the Abyss dared to make a move in all our magical slave training facilities, I don’t think the situation in other places is much better than ours.”

"Ugh! I'm so angry! I even got insulted by a lowly slave today. What bad luck!" Bono slammed his fist on the ground in anger, no longer caring about his image as a high-ranking mage.

Just as the two were about to head back and wait for the elders to give them new instructions, a person suddenly stumbled out of the slave training facility.

The shepherds, who were equally dejected at the entrance, were startled when they saw someone run out of the facility. Various kinds of magic immediately lit up in their palms, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"Don't hit me! I'm one of them!" The man who ran out had a wound on his side, the blood seeping out and making his black mage robes shine. He looked very weak, but his face was filled with panic. "The elders have sent a message to the communication device in the facility... All senior councilors present, immediately proceed to the nearest high-level exchange!"

"What!?" Bono immediately sprang to his feet.

“Those slaves who just disappeared have suddenly moved to the high-level exchange! They didn’t just run away!” Davidz immediately understood the situation.

"That damned Abyss! It's not over yet!" Bono stomped his foot angrily, pointing at the wounded shepherd who was panting heavily. "Give me the address!"

Yes, the Abyss didn't allow these magical slaves to simply escape to Helheim; Agnes's inventions were perfect for them. In the current situation, they were actually the best option to fight the Council of the Dead.

Abyss himself cannot intervene; doing so would inevitably draw out the Three Venerables, whom he currently lacks intelligence about. This would be an unprepared battle, one that should be avoided. Abyss's subordinates, even less so, should directly engage. While they are all powerful, as undead, they are likely to be outmatched by necromancers specializing in this art. These former slaves, blessed by the Sacred Tree, are the perfect rebel force.

The spatial rift did not send them directly to Iris City, but instead made them transit through Helheim before sending them to the Necropolis Exchange, which the Abyss had recently investigated.

Abyss didn't know the location of the high-level exchanges, but they happened to regularly receive slaves bred from magical slave training facilities. After Abyss infiltrated the training facilities with alchemical dolls, he quickly found the people responsible for delivering the goods. By analyzing the various pheromones left on them, he traced their movements and then deduced the locations of all the high-level exchanges.