Black Flame Rampage

"The fact that we came to retrieve Rufael's skull must not be leaked. We can't let him live even if he doesn't know about us."

"Up to you!" Dubeeca spread his hands. The life and death of an elf had nothing to do with him.

Bajeel waved his hand, and two Intermediate Swordsmen immediately came out and walked into the treehouse.

"You have already obtained Rufael's skull. Just take it and leave. Why bother provoking me?"

At this moment, Carlisle walked out of the treehouse.

"Impossible! You were hit by my sleeping spell. How could you still be up?" The one who was most shocked was Dubeeca.

After he cast the spell, he went to take a look. Chris had laid on the bed, immobile. 

"Humph!" Bajeel sneered. "Dubeeca, not only did your strength drop after you became an elf, but even your brain has become stupid. I really didn't expect that. If I wasn't cautious, the news of Rufael's skull would have spread across the continent tomorrow."

Dubeeca was covered in cold sweat. What he was nervous about was not the skull, nor was it about the news being leaked.

He would not take it to heart even if the whole world knew about it. 

However, if the Holy King's plan was ruined because of this, then his hope of breaking through to Saint-level would be destroyed.

"What are you waiting for? Kill this kid quickly. Are you waiting for the other elves to come over?" Bajeel, who had come back to his senses, quickly shouted at the two swordsmen.

The two swordsmen brandished their longswords and attacked Chris together. The longswords shone with different colors, red and blue interchanging. 

"So this is Combat Aura, huh?" Chris muttered and hooked his finger.

In the next second, the bodies of the two swordsmen were instantly covered by darkness. 

Before they could even react, all the energy in their bodies was sucked away and they turned into two skeletons without any flesh and blood.

"Hiss! He's a Necromancer!"

Seeing this scene, Bajeel and Dubeeca both sucked in a breath of cold air.

Ever since the Lich King was defeated, the once rampant Necromancers started to keep a low profile and walked in darkness.

It had been a long time since they had seen a Necromancer fight.

They did not expect to meet the legendary Necromancer when they came to retrieve Rufael's skull this time.

Unfortunately, Chris did not give the two of them the chance to be surprised. With a wave of his two fingers, the two skeletons turned their bodies and attacked the two of them.

"Damn it! Heavenly Damage!" Bajeell's Combat Aura surged on his longsword and shot toward the two of them.

A whitish Combat Aura tore through the night sky. The two skeletons were cut into two halves before they could get close.

"As expected of a High-level Swordsman. This vigorous Combat Aura is much stronger than these two people." As Chris said this, dark magic shone on his fingertips. The bones on the ground that had been cut into a few pieces were actually restored to their original state. They continued to fight.

"Creatures that have transformed into the Undead can't be killed. Only by killing the spellcaster can we truly kill them," Bajeel reminded him as he threw two fireballs at Chris.

Dubeeca also raised his long sword, activated his powerful Combat Aura, and swept toward Chris.

However, facing the attacks of the two people, Chris's expression was calm. He did not dodge and said, "Lobbing fireballs at me in the dark, huh. You're really brave. You're not afraid of attracting the guards at all!"

In the Elves' territory, there would be elf squads patrolling 24 hours a day for the sake of a sudden attack, regardless of whether it was day or night.

Even though the elves, humans, and orcs had signed a peace treaty, it was difficult to predict the hearts of the people, so they had to be on guard.

Sigh, alright.

'Since you're courting death, I'll let you have a taste of my new move.'

This was a powerful move that he had learned from the Codex of the Undead. As he whispered, "Black Flame Rampage!"

In the next moment, the Dark Elements in the air surged and formed a raging energy ball. It was like a huge black dragon as it flew towards Bajeel.

"Bang! Bang!"

Amidst the loud explosion, Bajeel, who was a High-level Level 8 Swordsman, did not even have the time to react. Even the person behind him was reduced to ashes.

Dubeeca's eyes widened. "High Mage! You are actually a Level 3 High Mage!"

Looking at Bagel, who had turned into charcoal in an instant, Dubeeca's eyes were about to crack.

He had also been hiding among the elves for a period of time, so he knew about Chris' situation somewhat. 

A young elf that was not even 14 years old was now a High Mage that was proficient in dark magic!

The point was that he was only 14 years old now. Even the Lich King who almost overthrew the sacred continent back then could not compare to his terrifying talent.

Dubeeca did not hesitate and immediately turned around to escape.

The further the better.

After transforming into an elf, he was no match for Chris at all.

Unfortunately, Chris was a man of two lifetimes and was not a young elf.

Just as they were breaking the Magic Formation, Chris had already set up a magic trap around them.

Dubeeca was scared out of his wits and ran away in a panic. He touched Chris' magic mark and was caught off guard. One of his arms and one of his legs was blown off on the spot.

He screamed in pain and looked at Chris, who had a calm expression on his face. He said anxiously, "I didn't want to kill you. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone about you."

Although he said that, he had already planned to tell everyone about Chris.

A young elf actually knew the legendary dark magic! Not only did he want you to die, but he also wanted the elves to be destroyed.

Chris directly threw out a dark magic spell.

He was not a newbie. Having lived two lives, he was more mature. He would not risk his future just to beg for mercy.

"Boom!"

Destructive force slammed into the ground, leaving a deep hole. Dubeeca managed to dodge it.

Dubeeca stared at Chris angrily and said, "Damn kid! I'll fight you to death."

The surroundings were set up with traps. There was no way for him to escape.

Chris obviously would not let him go.

Dubeeca took out the potion and poured it into his mouth. He said viciously, "Kid, feel the power of a Saint-level mage!"

The moment the potion entered his mouth, the terrifying power on Dubeeca's body increased.

High Mage, Sorcerer, Archmage. In less than a breath's time, Dubeeca's cultivation, which was suppressed by the secret potion, recovered instantly.

Even his appearance, which was that of an elf, changed to that of a human.

"Great Fire Element, please listen to my summons and let out your fiery roar! Saint-level Forbidden Spell!" Dubeeca roared crazily.

Intense fire elements took up half the sky and gave off powerful energy.

Feeling the violent fire elemental energy in the air, Chris muttered, "This is the power of the forbidden spell?"

His gaze was slightly expectant. After logging in for half a year, he had many trump cards in his hands.

Even if a Saint-level powerhouse came, he was confident that he could kill the other party.

However, the trump card to kill the Saint-level powerhouse could only be used once.