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Chapter 512
chapter 376 part 2
A flash of magical light.
Evileye's entire body turned transparent, vanishing from her spot.
This was a second-tier magic, but with Tang Zheng's perception abilities, he could still sense Evileye's position.
"*Teleportation*."
Evileye immediately cast another spell, chanting softly.
*Swish!*
Her figure disappeared.
Tang Zheng instantly confirmed the location of the magical mark he had left on Evileye, but he did not immediately follow her.
Instead, he waited quietly.
About seven or eight minutes passed.
"It should be safe."
After confirming this, Tang Zheng took a fifth-tier *Teleportation* scroll from his item box.
Crafting a tenth-tier scroll was very troublesome, but crafting low-tier scrolls was relatively easy for Tang Zheng.
He currently had 918 points of magic power. Crafting one tenth-tier scroll required 350 points, so he could normally make two per day.
Now that he had mastered "Rapid Mana Recovery," he could temporarily use an additional 459 points of magic power.
Factoring in the need to reserve some magic power for emergencies, he could create a maximum of three tenth-tier scrolls per day.
Right now, Tang Zheng had 152 tenth-tier magic scrolls in his possession.
He could also use "XP Casting," but Tang Zheng couldn't possibly spare the experience for such a cost at the moment.
He had already stored over twenty million experience points. While it seemed like a lot, it was insignificant compared to the 40 levels he could still gain.
*Swish!*
The scroll was crushed.
Tang Zheng vanished in an instant, and when he reappeared, he had arrived in a thoroughly decayed city.
As far as the eye could see, there were only weathered, ruined walls. The shattered city wall was covered in a thick layer of dust, its surface pockmarked with corrosion.
These city walls, the sturdiest parts of the original construction, would now turn to dust with the slightest touch.
Besides that, large numbers of undead roamed the city. The dense negative energy made the very air appear hazy and gray.
Upon seeing these undead, Tang Zheng's pupils constricted. He raised his head and looked into the distance, where he could see what was once the royal castle.
Compared to the broken ruins that met the eye everywhere else, the entire royal castle had retained its general outline despite the passage of over 200 years.
At the location of the royal castle, Tang Zheng could feel an even denser aura of negative energy.
"Just as I thought."
"Someone has gathered all the undead from the surrounding towns here."
Tang Zheng understood now why the number of undead in the towns they investigated was so low.
"I can now confirm that the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord is not here."
Given the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord's enormous, hundred-meter-long "Corpse Armor," it would be nearly impossible for it to hide.
"Lord Dragon Lord..."
"Lord Dragon Lord?"
Leaning against a broken stone wall, Evileye periodically called out in a low voice, trying to confirm Tang Zheng's presence.
This sneaky behavior struck Tang Zheng as somewhat amusing.
"Speak."
Tang Zheng floated silently above her head, his deep voice speaking faintly.
Hearing Tang Zheng's voice, Evileye, who had been about to call out again, froze. She quickly and respectfully whispered, "Lord Dragon Lord, I've already scouted ahead."
"There seem to be signs of activity in the direction of the royal capital."
"The reason the towns we investigated were missing undead is most likely because someone intentionally gathered them here."
Evileye's expression was grim.
This royal castle was clearly occupied. It was impossible to determine for how long. The only thing she couldn't confirm was whether the enemy was the True Dragon Lord that the Dragon Lord had mentioned.
"There is no Dragon Lord here. It's likely an undead, just like you."
Tang Zheng spoke directly. "Evileye, go and drag it out. I need to get information from its mouth."
This was the tone of someone commanding a subordinate. Furthermore, confronting an unknown enemy without any prior information was a rather dangerous course of action.
However, Evileye showed no sign of refusal. "Lord Dragon Lord, could you once again use the magic that can block teleportation, to prevent the enemy from escaping?"
"I can."
Tang Zheng replied indifferently.
The next moment, Evileye dispelled her *Invisibility* and rose into the air, flying openly towards the depths of the royal capital.
The dense hordes of undead on the ground, as well as the undead and spirits like the skeleton eagles soaring in the sky, did not launch any attacks upon seeing the suddenly appeared Evileye, allowing her to approach the ruin-like royal castle.
---
In the depths of the ruined royal castle.
Inside what was once the spacious palace of the royal court of this fallen country, the space had now become some being's laboratory.
"Hiss—"
"Roar!"
Two undead zombies, one appearing robust and the other slender, were each locked in an iron cage reinforced with magic.
Their occasional roars echoed throughout the great hall.
Cassius Habakkuk stood at a writing desk set up in the center of the great hall. His shriveled, skin-and-bones hand held a pen, writing something.
He had long grown accustomed to the roars.
These two undead zombies were very important research materials. They had been strong individuals in life, so even after becoming undead, their inherent strength far surpassed that of low-grade Animated Dead.
Judging by their appearance, a living person would describe the two undead zombies as male and female, but this was meaningless to the undead.
An existence that transcends an Elder Lich by absorbing immense magic power is called an "Archlich of Night."
This name only ever appeared in words of fear and dread, a mythological existence synonymous with calamity.
Cassius Habakkuk was one such feared existence. As a naturally-spawned undead possessing wisdom, even with such a blessed start, it had still taken him over a hundred years to finally become an Archlich of Night. As for the next step, he had no idea.
This was an unacceptable reality!
Perhaps another powerful undead within his organization knew.
Those two special undead specimens were originally items Cassius Habakkuk intended to use to exchange for knowledge with other members of his organization.
But—
As Cassius Habakkuk's thoughts reached this point, a sense of fear rose within him. As one of the world's foremost existences, feeling fear towards another was impossible.
But this world always had existences that defied common sense.
A Dragon Lord!
An incomparably evil and terrifying Dragon Lord.
That being had now subjugated his entire organization. Fortunately, he was not a member of the inner circle and had managed to escape.
In any case, he no longer planned to have any contact with the organization.
A pity about all the knowledge in the organization.
But he could research on his own. For an undead, time was meaningless.
Cassius Habakkuk reined in his wandering thoughts and bent over the desk to continue his writing and recording.
*BOOM!*
Suddenly, a massive explosion thundered from outside the great hall.
Cassius Habakkuk looked up, revealing a rotten, shriveled zombie face. His blood-red, wise eyes showed a hint of bewilderment.
(end of chapter)
A flash of magical light.
Evileye's entire body turned transparent, vanishing from her spot.
This was a second-tier magic, but with Tang Zheng's perception abilities, he could still sense Evileye's position.
"*Teleportation*."
Evileye immediately cast another spell, chanting softly.
*Swish!*
Her figure disappeared.
Tang Zheng instantly confirmed the location of the magical mark he had left on Evileye, but he did not immediately follow her.
Instead, he waited quietly.
About seven or eight minutes passed.
"It should be safe."
After confirming this, Tang Zheng took a fifth-tier *Teleportation* scroll from his item box.
Crafting a tenth-tier scroll was very troublesome, but crafting low-tier scrolls was relatively easy for Tang Zheng.
He currently had 918 points of magic power. Crafting one tenth-tier scroll required 350 points, so he could normally make two per day.
Now that he had mastered "Rapid Mana Recovery," he could temporarily use an additional 459 points of magic power.
Factoring in the need to reserve some magic power for emergencies, he could create a maximum of three tenth-tier scrolls per day.
Right now, Tang Zheng had 152 tenth-tier magic scrolls in his possession.
He could also use "XP Casting," but Tang Zheng couldn't possibly spare the experience for such a cost at the moment.
He had already stored over twenty million experience points. While it seemed like a lot, it was insignificant compared to the 40 levels he could still gain.
*Swish!*
The scroll was crushed.
Tang Zheng vanished in an instant, and when he reappeared, he had arrived in a thoroughly decayed city.
As far as the eye could see, there were only weathered, ruined walls. The shattered city wall was covered in a thick layer of dust, its surface pockmarked with corrosion.
These city walls, the sturdiest parts of the original construction, would now turn to dust with the slightest touch.
Besides that, large numbers of undead roamed the city. The dense negative energy made the very air appear hazy and gray.
Upon seeing these undead, Tang Zheng's pupils constricted. He raised his head and looked into the distance, where he could see what was once the royal castle.
Compared to the broken ruins that met the eye everywhere else, the entire royal castle had retained its general outline despite the passage of over 200 years.
At the location of the royal castle, Tang Zheng could feel an even denser aura of negative energy.
"Just as I thought."
"Someone has gathered all the undead from the surrounding towns here."
Tang Zheng understood now why the number of undead in the towns they investigated was so low.
"I can now confirm that the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord is not here."
Given the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord's enormous, hundred-meter-long "Corpse Armor," it would be nearly impossible for it to hide.
"Lord Dragon Lord..."
"Lord Dragon Lord?"
Leaning against a broken stone wall, Evileye periodically called out in a low voice, trying to confirm Tang Zheng's presence.
This sneaky behavior struck Tang Zheng as somewhat amusing.
"Speak."
Tang Zheng floated silently above her head, his deep voice speaking faintly.
Hearing Tang Zheng's voice, Evileye, who had been about to call out again, froze. She quickly and respectfully whispered, "Lord Dragon Lord, I've already scouted ahead."
"There seem to be signs of activity in the direction of the royal capital."
"The reason the towns we investigated were missing undead is most likely because someone intentionally gathered them here."
Evileye's expression was grim.
This royal castle was clearly occupied. It was impossible to determine for how long. The only thing she couldn't confirm was whether the enemy was the True Dragon Lord that the Dragon Lord had mentioned.
"There is no Dragon Lord here. It's likely an undead, just like you."
Tang Zheng spoke directly. "Evileye, go and drag it out. I need to get information from its mouth."
This was the tone of someone commanding a subordinate. Furthermore, confronting an unknown enemy without any prior information was a rather dangerous course of action.
However, Evileye showed no sign of refusal. "Lord Dragon Lord, could you once again use the magic that can block teleportation, to prevent the enemy from escaping?"
"I can."
Tang Zheng replied indifferently.
The next moment, Evileye dispelled her *Invisibility* and rose into the air, flying openly towards the depths of the royal capital.
The dense hordes of undead on the ground, as well as the undead and spirits like the skeleton eagles soaring in the sky, did not launch any attacks upon seeing the suddenly appeared Evileye, allowing her to approach the ruin-like royal castle.
---
In the depths of the ruined royal castle.
Inside what was once the spacious palace of the royal court of this fallen country, the space had now become some being's laboratory.
"Hiss—"
"Roar!"
Two undead zombies, one appearing robust and the other slender, were each locked in an iron cage reinforced with magic.
Their occasional roars echoed throughout the great hall.
Cassius Habakkuk stood at a writing desk set up in the center of the great hall. His shriveled, skin-and-bones hand held a pen, writing something.
He had long grown accustomed to the roars.
These two undead zombies were very important research materials. They had been strong individuals in life, so even after becoming undead, their inherent strength far surpassed that of low-grade Animated Dead.
Judging by their appearance, a living person would describe the two undead zombies as male and female, but this was meaningless to the undead.
An existence that transcends an Elder Lich by absorbing immense magic power is called an "Archlich of Night."
This name only ever appeared in words of fear and dread, a mythological existence synonymous with calamity.
Cassius Habakkuk was one such feared existence. As a naturally-spawned undead possessing wisdom, even with such a blessed start, it had still taken him over a hundred years to finally become an Archlich of Night. As for the next step, he had no idea.
This was an unacceptable reality!
Perhaps another powerful undead within his organization knew.
Those two special undead specimens were originally items Cassius Habakkuk intended to use to exchange for knowledge with other members of his organization.
But—
As Cassius Habakkuk's thoughts reached this point, a sense of fear rose within him. As one of the world's foremost existences, feeling fear towards another was impossible.
But this world always had existences that defied common sense.
A Dragon Lord!
An incomparably evil and terrifying Dragon Lord.
That being had now subjugated his entire organization. Fortunately, he was not a member of the inner circle and had managed to escape.
In any case, he no longer planned to have any contact with the organization.
A pity about all the knowledge in the organization.
But he could research on his own. For an undead, time was meaningless.
Cassius Habakkuk reined in his wandering thoughts and bent over the desk to continue his writing and recording.
*BOOM!*
Suddenly, a massive explosion thundered from outside the great hall.
Cassius Habakkuk looked up, revealing a rotten, shriveled zombie face. His blood-red, wise eyes showed a hint of bewilderment.
(end of chapter)
