Chapter 389 Celia’s Loyalty and the True Identity of the Opponent 2

A black-robed man with a withered wood staff in hand stood at the gate, a creepy smile on his wrinkled pale face.

Behind him, a line of figures stood in the shadows, each exuding a formidable aura.

On the other side, next to the throne at the end of the hall, stood an old man with white hair and half-melted armor.

He held a sharp single-handed sword and gasped for breath, evidently having just experienced a fierce battle.

"Grand Duke of Mountain Crystal, if you choose to surrender now, perhaps I could grant you a swift death."

The hoarse voice rang out, the pale-faced black-robed man slowly stepped forward, his grin widening: "The advanced magic scroll you use as a trump card is almost depleted, isn't it? With merely the strength of a Tier 3 Pinnacle Powerhouse, you've held out against me for so long, you've outdone yourself."

"Dream on! As long as I still have a breath left in me, you shall not lay a finger on this place!"

The white-haired old man dubbed Grand Duke of Mountain Crystal's face turned somber, his body straightening up despite the pain, and coldly declared: "I will fight you to the death!"

"Hehehe, it seems you still don't understand the current situation."

Upon hearing this, the pale face of the black-robed man revealed a hint of mockery.

Continuing to approach at a leisurely pace, he said: "I presume you're still puzzled about how I cast the Sky Illusion spell, turning all your people into werewolves? You should know, I killed several illusionists in order to obtain this magical scroll capable of casting the Sky Illusion spell, thoroughly preparing beforehand."

"Who exactly are you, and what do you intend to do with this kingdom?"

Gazing at the mysterious assailant drawing closer, the body of the Grand Duke of Mountain Crystal tensed once again as he coldly interrogated.

"I once read in an ancient scroll that the Moon Wolf Tribe's involuntary transformation on Twin Full Moon Night is a process that greatly consumes their life force.

However, the transformation into a wolf only lasts for one night.

Thus, the Moon Wolf Tribe who've long been accustomed to this situation don't suffer any real harm; they only feel weakened."

Looking at the tense expression of the Grand Duke of Mountain Crystal beside the throne, the black-robed man's pale face showed a relaxed expression, speaking as if talking to himself: "But."

If the transformation continues for more than one night,

Over time, the life force consumed would rapidly spread like a burning piece of dry grass,

Soon it would engulf and completely drain the life force of the Moon Wolf Tribe, causing them to die from exhaustion."

As he said this, looking at the increasingly shocked expression on the Grand Duke of Mountain Crystal, the black-robed man opened his bloodless pale lips and said, "By the way,

This Sky Illusion spell I cast will last for an entire week."

"What? Do you intend to bury the lives of my tens of thousands of citizens?"

On the other side, the hand holding the sword hilt of the Grand Duke of Mountain Crystal trembled slightly due to the anger and disbelief.

Furious and unable to contain himself, he questioned: "What's in it for you?!"

"Naturally, it is to make them serve me."

The black-robed man continued to widen his pale mouth, revealing an inconceivably eerie curve, and took a few more steps toward the Grand Duke of Mountain Crystal.

At this moment, under the bleak moonlight, it became clear that,

The line of formidable figures following behind him were indeed a group of fully armed, hollow-eyed white skeletons.

"You… you are a necromancer?"

Suddenly realizing this, the Grand Duke of Mountain Crystal's aged face showed extreme shock, his hand gripping the sword hilt trembling even more.

"Hehehe, you finally noticed? It seems our esteemed Grand Duke has started to feel fear."

Seeing the necromancer continue to stride forward, he said: "Although I am a Tier 4 Senior Powerhouse, the number of skeleton warriors I can control is still limited.

Since I can't increase the quantity, I naturally must improve their quality."Compared to the same level of summoned materials, the strength of the Moon Wolf Tribe after transformation would undoubtedly be greatly increased.

This situation would also continue after death, and therefore, they are the most suitable choice to be my lovely soldiers."

Having said that, the necromancer gently stroked the upper jawbone of a skeleton warrior next to him, a strange glimmer appearing in his dead fish-like eyes.

"A Tier 4 level necromancer is already an extremely rare existence.

In the neighboring human kingdoms of Coldflame and Saint Night, there is only one who is notoriously famous…"

At this moment, further determination surfaced on Crystal Archduke's face, as he forcefully suppressed the rising anger in his heart.

He then questioned: "Could it be that you are the cruel tomb-breaker Baron, who is famous in the Saint Night Kingdom?!"

"Oh? A ruler of a remote Moon Wolf Tribe's small country actually knows my great name?"

On the other side, an unexpected expression appeared on Necromancer Brandon's pale face.

At the same time, a surge of murderous intent began to emerge on his pale face, and then he mockingly said: "Your Excellency the Archduke, in consideration of you calling out my title,

Before you die, I can answer one more question for you."

"Why did you choose my Crystal Kingdom?"

Seeing that the opponent had already walked to the center of the hall, the Crystal Archduke slightly bent his legs, making a posture to attack while asking.

Seeing the Crystal Archduke's fearless expression, Necromancer Brandon sneered.

He then leisurely said: "Your Excellency the Archduke, I didn't expect that before your death, you would ask such a stupid question.

I might as well tell you that you are already keenly aware of the dilemma between Coldflame and Saint Night on the border, right?

Moreover, the dispute between the foolish princes of Coldflame in the royal capital is already widespread."

At this moment, Brandon began to move his pace, and then slowly continued: "Therefore,

Although the new Saint Night King is still hesitant and does not dare to launch a large-scale war at the right time, fearing it is the conspiracy of the other party,

The pro-war faction within Saint Night is already restive.

The representative of these people is the one who hired me, intending to break the deadlock of the border conflict first.

When the Saint Night Army invades Coldflame in large numbers, and the situation becomes increasingly serious, the new Saint Night King will have no control."

"Bastard, just because of such unrelated matters with my Moon Wolf Tribe, are you going to sacrifice the lives of tens of thousands of my people?!"

Hearing this, the Crystal Archduke gritted his teeth in fury and shouted.

"Incompetent waste, blame it on the fact that you are excellent materials for skeleton soldiers, and you are in the perfect location of the border battlefield."

Saying this somewhat lazily, Necromancer Brandon spat a mouthful, then waved his hand casually.

Ten fully armed skeleton warriors behind him clanged their jaws together, as they charged towards the Crystal Archduke on the throne with a cold grinding sound.

On the other side, the Crystal Archduke also showed no weakness. The cold light in the single-handed sword in his hand flashed furiously, and with a determined face, he faced the attack.

For a moment, the dimly lit hall was filled with the interweaving of sword and blade lights, and powerful energy fluctuations violently rippled in the air.

However, the strength of these ten skeleton soldiers all reached the Tier 3 level, and their collaboration was seamless.

Within a short time, the Tier 3 Peak Level Crystal Archduke unsurprisingly fell to defeat, retreating in disgrace to the corner of the hall.

"Your Excellency the Archduke, rest assured and go, I will treat your people well.

Of course, that is after they are dead."

At this point, Necromancer Brandon suddenly burst into a heinous laughter. His pale face was full of triumphant expressions.

"My friend who seems to have flour smeared on his face, don't you think you are laughing too early?"

Just then, a faint voice unexpectedly resounded at the entrance of the hall.