In the blink of an eye, the originally bustling party became quiet.

Under the wine table, next to the chairs, on the stage, and in the aisles, dozens of young people scattered in this abandoned warehouse located in the outer city, each dressed in bright and beautiful clothes. However, in this situation, it is difficult for people to unconsciously think of a proverb from Charles' hometown - fish on the chopping board.

Charle lay on the wooden table in the corner, squinted his eyes and looked around carefully with his light. In line with some memories in his mind, he finally had a basic understanding of the current situation.

"The group sleeping technique that can only be used at the third level of the Necromancer?"

Thinking of the trembling situation of a shadow under his spiritual body's feet, he had a new understanding of the ability of the shadow of the resentful spirit.

"No matter how many attacks are, my spirit will not be affected in any way until they are completely destroyed..."

He was thinking in his mind, and the subtle snoring of the brown-haired boy opposite him kept drifting into his ears. Shire was speechless about it. He tried his best to ignore the unique voice in the silence and concentrate on paying attention to the surroundings.

He thought there would be a lurking unknown enemy from the young crowd, and he even suspected that the candidate had been thought about - the angel singer who came from the church but looked strangely at his own eyes, or the iron lump wrapped in steel.

However, after half a day, no one stood up among the comatose people around him.

"Impossible, this spell spreads from itself as its origin... Did it use a crystal ball to cast a spell at a long time? Or is it not a third-level group sleep?"

Just as he was puzzled, the creaking sound of steel sliding on the ground suddenly came into his ears - listening to the sound, it was obvious that the warehouse gate was opened!

Because he was lying on the table with his side, he could vaguely see from the corner of his eyes that the sun shone through the door, a group of figures in black robes and hoods walked in one after another.

One, three, five...

A rough count is no less than ten people.

"The Necromancer of the Ghoul Faction?"

The facial features covered by these weird people's hoods were slightly distorted, and Charles' brains turned to this conclusion. When he saw the wrinkled face of the hooded man in the lead, his heart sank even more.

The number of necromancers that everyone shouts and beats is rare, and those with higher levels are even rarer. The person in front of him has some impression of the bandager's memory.

Selvato Damon, an plague spreader at the level of the throne of the Dulin Kingdom, has been active all year round.

...

Black iron, corpses, dead bones, rotten corpses, burial bodies, living corpses...

The title of Necromancer is generally used in the first six stages. Charles has always felt that this title is disgusting, like a pile of rotten bones that have turned into fossils, a process from death to "live".

But this does not conceal the meaning represented by these titles.

The corpse-level necromancer can already form a necromancer army completely under his control. The guy with wrinkles in front of him belongs to the plague faction among the necromancers. He has many strange methods and has the record of destroying a city of ten thousand people alone - and then he was chased by the church and ran around the world.

In the memory of the bandage man, this person was a rather terrifying guy, but he didn't really like him until the bandage man advanced to the fifth stage of the Necromancer.

But that was just a bandage man, for Charles...

"It seems that there is no chance of winning either."

Recalling the various methods of the plague spreader in his memory and scanning the environment here vaguely, Charle kept thinking in his mind about how he would deal with it if he met this person.

Although the spell caster in front of him has rich and terrifying methods, he, or all spell casters below the sixth level, have a fatal weakness - he will die if he hits the critical point.

The group of vampires around the old mage whose bloodlines are not human and who already belong to the necro creatures are simply bright teleportation points for Charles.

...

He was thinking about it here, and the many black cloaks that entered the warehouse began to talk.

"It's all the fault of that damn Finex, otherwise how could the key fall on the church!"

Next to the old master, a rough voice said angrily: "We took such a big risk to come and do kidnapping!"

The person who spoke had eyes as big as a copper bell, and his yellow buck teeth seemed quite obvious even when he shut up. When he spoke, the hideous and sticky nature made everyone who saw them disgusted, as if he could smell one of the stench of the corpse.

Ghoul, the third level ghoul.

The psychic faction where Charles is based on playing with souls, while the plague faction to which the old mage belongs to regard plague and disease as a means.

The corpse-ghost faction mainly uses transforming itself into various strange necro creatures, such as those vampires with pointed chins and pale faces, and this corpse-ghost.

Every faction of ghouls will feed on humans to a greater or lesser extent. Needless to say, vampires, ghouls are even more as the name suggests.

After realizing him, Charles's mood, which had just been relaxed, became tighter again.

Because unlike normal necromancers, the bloodline of the zombie can transfer or hide its own key points when it reaches the third stage.

The other party still looks normal, but in fact, his real head or heart may have been transferred to some unknown place. The person who showed it may be the limb of an unlucky guy.

It's okay to say that a dagger is right, but it's wrong. The super power and speed of the ghoul are not something that Shire can handle.

"It's better not to do anything."

Thinking of this, he breathed weakly, and he was motionless and carefully pretending to be himself in the corner.

However, things are obviously impossible to follow his ideas.

...

"Hey, without Finex, the local snake, our activities are getting more and more difficult..."

"Do you say the church can promise us the conditions?"

"If you don't agree, you have to agree. At present, all these little guys are not simple, unless the church does not want to develop in Dulin..."

While talking, the pedestrian walked in the middle of the warehouse and was deliberately scanned by the carpet aisle separated from it. It seemed that he was patrolling or checking the results of the war.

Although the visitors were not good, they did not touch them. Normally, Charles had nothing to worry about when they were mixed among a bunch of people - but now it was broad daylight.

"The blood of the plague spreader has not been transformed and will not be burned by me, but the others..."

Seeing that the group of people were getting closer, Charles was a little stunned.

So he left behind the idea of ​​calming down the mermaid's eyes behind him again, and because the other party slowly approached, his thinking quickly turned at a faster speed than before.

"Nine second-level vampires, a third-level ghoul and a fourth-level plague spreader. The second-level vampires only have high vitality. Attacking spell corroded grabs requires touching the target with their claws. It is not worth worrying. Although the plague spreader has strong destructive power and many rare methods, as long as he does not give him time to react, he is just a weak chicken. The key problem is that the ghoul has weaknesses, and he must find his weaknesses!"

"But before that I have to deal with the old mage, otherwise I will definitely die if I stick to his spell."

"Since he is a plague spreader, his methods of moaning are very obvious now. Although it is powerful, it cannot bear the stimulation. I just want to..."

Seeing that those people were getting closer, Charles had no time to think about it. His hand, which was standing in the shadow of the table, twisted it hard across the air.

"ah--!"

The scream suddenly sounded from a distance, and a young man in a black tuxedo and bright blonde hair suddenly straightened his upper body from the ground, covering his thighs with his expression twisted and angry.

"Who is it!"

His screaming naturally attracted the attention of all the black cloaks in the warehouse. This guy who had previously used magical items to float and pretended to be a little stunned.
Chapter completed!