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Chapter 346
chapter 290 part 2
Tang Zheng raised a hand to stop the White Mist Witch's actions. Meeting her puzzled gaze, a smile appeared on his face behind the black mask.
"How are you so sure this isn't part of my plan?"
"Master..." The White Mist Witch was stunned.
Tang Zheng gazed toward the distant river, saying no more.
If that young man didn't deliver the message alive, how could the Free Will Adventurer Team reasonably intervene in this incident?
"It's about time for some new characters to enter the stage," Tang Zheng said, turning. He and the White Mist Witch vanished together.
***
In E-Rantel, within the massive Common Cemetery that occupied a huge area on the west side of the outer wall, a strange, beast-like roar had been heard every night recently.
This made the guards and adventurer teams stationed outside the Common Cemetery tense, fearing that some terrifying undead had been born in the graveyard.
They didn't dare to enter rashly at night. When they went in to search during the day, they found nothing.
This situation continued for several days, raising the concern and vigilance of the Adventurer's Guild and the mayor of E-Rantel.
The two parties immediately formed a Joint Squad of elite soldiers and adventurers to enter the Common Cemetery at night to subjugate any powerful undead that might have emerged.
The result!
Other than slaying some ordinary undead, they found nothing. Several days of searching yielded no results.
The only reassuring thing was that after this subjugation, the strange sound completely disappeared.
This led many adventurers to suspect it was either a prank or the sound of some special, low-tier undead that had been eliminated along with the common ones during the subjugation effort.
Night fell once more.
The soldiers and adventurers guarding the city wall outside the Common Cemetery, whose nerves had been stretched taut for some time, finally relaxed. Cheerful laughter could be heard from time to time from the high platform.
However, no one noticed that someone had already secretly infiltrated the Common Cemetery.
A gaunt, pale-faced figure draped entirely in a black magic robe was walking through the dark and gloomy graveyard.
Looking at the familiar graveyard environment, Khajiit's sunken eye sockets were filled with gloom. No one would have good memories or be in a good mood returning to the place where they had died.
A cold wind blew.
The branches of the withered trees in the graveyard swayed under the pale moonlight like grasping claws. The few undead that had been in the graveyard had already been cleared out by the joint forces during this period.
The entire Common Cemetery now seemed exceptionally quiet.
Only the sound of Khajiit's footsteps echoed ceaselessly between the empty grounds and tombstones, making it all the more terrifying.
*Tap—Tap—*
With a sullen face, Khajiit gripped a staff, using it as a cane as he walked, its end striking the path.
As if on purpose, the bottom of the staff struck the ground heavily with every step.
"I suppose the Alliance Leader sent me back here because of the recent rumors," Khajiit mused silently.
Although more than half a year had passed since his death and resurrection, his power had not yet fully recovered.
For a while, he had been accompanying the Alliance Leader in the undead nation of "Terror," the Shadow King, one of the three legendary Night Liches.
From Khajiit's observations, the Alliance Leader seemed to want to reach some kind of cooperation with that legendary existence, but judging from the results so far, it had not been very successful.
Recalling the scene he had witnessed, Khajiit's heart pounded with excitement. Only a being as powerful as the Shadow King, capable of easily destroying a country and even occupying it as his domain, could truly be called the "King of the Undead."
If he himself possessed such immense power, he would surely be able to develop a powerful resurrection magic to revive his mother.
In the depths of the Common Cemetery, a Ruinous Temple appeared before him.
Khajiit's gaze turned cold, his expression growing even more somber. He walked toward the temple, exuding a chilling aura.
This was the very place where he had died!
In a daze, he could almost still feel the burning pain of the Flame Archangel's flaming longsword piercing his chest.
Khajiit reached up to touch his chest as he walked up the cracked, weed-covered steps. Standing on the temple platform, he raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
There was nothing.
"Bastard, get out here!"
Suppressing the rage in his heart, Khajiit slammed his magic staff on the ground and roared.
The furious voice echoed through the graveyard, traveling far into the distance, startling the sleeping crows, birds, and chirping insects.
After waiting for a moment and seeing no one appear, Khajiit snorted coldly. "You coward who hides in the shadows! You resorted to petty tricks from the background last time. What are you planning to pull this time?"
The air remained silent.
It was as if Khajiit was talking to himself like a lunatic in the graveyard.
"It's been so long, yet you're still so hot-tempered," a sinister, soft chuckle suddenly came from ahead.
Khajiit quickly raised his head and looked forward.
He saw a figure completely wrapped in a red robe, its face covered by a black mask. Even the eyes, the only part exposed, were obscured by a red hood.
Their positions were just as they had been back then. Khajiit still stood on the steps of the Ruinous Temple, while Tang Zheng stood about a hundred meters directly in front of it.
The only difference was that back then, Khajiit was surrounded by a horde of undead, while Tang Zheng was surrounded by the Flame Archangel.
"You know, the two of us can be considered old friends," Tang Zheng said with a low laugh. "I was going to keep your corpse as a souvenir, but then it just vanished with a 'pop'."
"How magical."
"From that moment, I knew that we two old friends would definitely meet again. See? Just like this reunion."
Although Tang Zheng's attire was different from before, the instant Khajiit saw him, he was certain that this was the man who had killed him.
As the saying goes, "When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred."
Khajiit's eyes turned crimson with rage as he raised his hand. "Go to hell!"
"Negative Ray!"
A dark gray beam of light shot out from Khajiit's palm, streaking through the dark night and flying rapidly toward Tang Zheng.
Faced with this extremely fast beam attack, Tang Zheng's figure flickered.
"Dimensional Shift."
He vanished from his spot and reappeared a short distance away.
*Boom!*
The negative ray struck the spot where Tang Zheng had just been, blasting a pit into the ground with a tremendous roar.
"Dimensional Shift? Arcane magic? Why not use Angel Summoning?" Khajiit demanded, his eyes bloodshot with fury as he stared at Tang Zheng.
After his resurrection, and with a reminder from the Alliance Leader, he now knew that the only reason this bastard had been able to summon so many angels at once was through the use of scrolls.
(end of chapter)
Tang Zheng raised a hand to stop the White Mist Witch's actions. Meeting her puzzled gaze, a smile appeared on his face behind the black mask.
"How are you so sure this isn't part of my plan?"
"Master..." The White Mist Witch was stunned.
Tang Zheng gazed toward the distant river, saying no more.
If that young man didn't deliver the message alive, how could the Free Will Adventurer Team reasonably intervene in this incident?
"It's about time for some new characters to enter the stage," Tang Zheng said, turning. He and the White Mist Witch vanished together.
***
In E-Rantel, within the massive Common Cemetery that occupied a huge area on the west side of the outer wall, a strange, beast-like roar had been heard every night recently.
This made the guards and adventurer teams stationed outside the Common Cemetery tense, fearing that some terrifying undead had been born in the graveyard.
They didn't dare to enter rashly at night. When they went in to search during the day, they found nothing.
This situation continued for several days, raising the concern and vigilance of the Adventurer's Guild and the mayor of E-Rantel.
The two parties immediately formed a Joint Squad of elite soldiers and adventurers to enter the Common Cemetery at night to subjugate any powerful undead that might have emerged.
The result!
Other than slaying some ordinary undead, they found nothing. Several days of searching yielded no results.
The only reassuring thing was that after this subjugation, the strange sound completely disappeared.
This led many adventurers to suspect it was either a prank or the sound of some special, low-tier undead that had been eliminated along with the common ones during the subjugation effort.
Night fell once more.
The soldiers and adventurers guarding the city wall outside the Common Cemetery, whose nerves had been stretched taut for some time, finally relaxed. Cheerful laughter could be heard from time to time from the high platform.
However, no one noticed that someone had already secretly infiltrated the Common Cemetery.
A gaunt, pale-faced figure draped entirely in a black magic robe was walking through the dark and gloomy graveyard.
Looking at the familiar graveyard environment, Khajiit's sunken eye sockets were filled with gloom. No one would have good memories or be in a good mood returning to the place where they had died.
A cold wind blew.
The branches of the withered trees in the graveyard swayed under the pale moonlight like grasping claws. The few undead that had been in the graveyard had already been cleared out by the joint forces during this period.
The entire Common Cemetery now seemed exceptionally quiet.
Only the sound of Khajiit's footsteps echoed ceaselessly between the empty grounds and tombstones, making it all the more terrifying.
*Tap—Tap—*
With a sullen face, Khajiit gripped a staff, using it as a cane as he walked, its end striking the path.
As if on purpose, the bottom of the staff struck the ground heavily with every step.
"I suppose the Alliance Leader sent me back here because of the recent rumors," Khajiit mused silently.
Although more than half a year had passed since his death and resurrection, his power had not yet fully recovered.
For a while, he had been accompanying the Alliance Leader in the undead nation of "Terror," the Shadow King, one of the three legendary Night Liches.
From Khajiit's observations, the Alliance Leader seemed to want to reach some kind of cooperation with that legendary existence, but judging from the results so far, it had not been very successful.
Recalling the scene he had witnessed, Khajiit's heart pounded with excitement. Only a being as powerful as the Shadow King, capable of easily destroying a country and even occupying it as his domain, could truly be called the "King of the Undead."
If he himself possessed such immense power, he would surely be able to develop a powerful resurrection magic to revive his mother.
In the depths of the Common Cemetery, a Ruinous Temple appeared before him.
Khajiit's gaze turned cold, his expression growing even more somber. He walked toward the temple, exuding a chilling aura.
This was the very place where he had died!
In a daze, he could almost still feel the burning pain of the Flame Archangel's flaming longsword piercing his chest.
Khajiit reached up to touch his chest as he walked up the cracked, weed-covered steps. Standing on the temple platform, he raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
There was nothing.
"Bastard, get out here!"
Suppressing the rage in his heart, Khajiit slammed his magic staff on the ground and roared.
The furious voice echoed through the graveyard, traveling far into the distance, startling the sleeping crows, birds, and chirping insects.
After waiting for a moment and seeing no one appear, Khajiit snorted coldly. "You coward who hides in the shadows! You resorted to petty tricks from the background last time. What are you planning to pull this time?"
The air remained silent.
It was as if Khajiit was talking to himself like a lunatic in the graveyard.
"It's been so long, yet you're still so hot-tempered," a sinister, soft chuckle suddenly came from ahead.
Khajiit quickly raised his head and looked forward.
He saw a figure completely wrapped in a red robe, its face covered by a black mask. Even the eyes, the only part exposed, were obscured by a red hood.
Their positions were just as they had been back then. Khajiit still stood on the steps of the Ruinous Temple, while Tang Zheng stood about a hundred meters directly in front of it.
The only difference was that back then, Khajiit was surrounded by a horde of undead, while Tang Zheng was surrounded by the Flame Archangel.
"You know, the two of us can be considered old friends," Tang Zheng said with a low laugh. "I was going to keep your corpse as a souvenir, but then it just vanished with a 'pop'."
"How magical."
"From that moment, I knew that we two old friends would definitely meet again. See? Just like this reunion."
Although Tang Zheng's attire was different from before, the instant Khajiit saw him, he was certain that this was the man who had killed him.
As the saying goes, "When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred."
Khajiit's eyes turned crimson with rage as he raised his hand. "Go to hell!"
"Negative Ray!"
A dark gray beam of light shot out from Khajiit's palm, streaking through the dark night and flying rapidly toward Tang Zheng.
Faced with this extremely fast beam attack, Tang Zheng's figure flickered.
"Dimensional Shift."
He vanished from his spot and reappeared a short distance away.
*Boom!*
The negative ray struck the spot where Tang Zheng had just been, blasting a pit into the ground with a tremendous roar.
"Dimensional Shift? Arcane magic? Why not use Angel Summoning?" Khajiit demanded, his eyes bloodshot with fury as he stared at Tang Zheng.
After his resurrection, and with a reminder from the Alliance Leader, he now knew that the only reason this bastard had been able to summon so many angels at once was through the use of scrolls.
(end of chapter)
