Bobby Wendell

Chapter 18: The Necromancer's Domain

"Clang—"

On the battlefield, a knight swung his spear, knocking his opponent's weapon away. However, he didn't press his advantage. Instead, he looked at another knight whose armor bore intricate floral patterns and asked blankly, "Captain, why are we fighting them?"

The knight captain fell into thought. "I don't remember, but burying them all here is definitely the right thing to do."

"Oh," the knight replied and threw himself back into the fray.

The captain rubbed the patterns on his sword's hilt with his fingertips. He couldn't help but glance back behind them, then felt confused by his own action.

"What am I waiting for?"

The next second, he received an answer that wasn't really an answer.

Warriors clad in the same standard armor as them surged out of the woods, shouting "Long live the Blossoms!" and charging into the battle, fighting alongside them.

"Is it reinforcements?"

A spark of realization flashed through the knight captain's mind, but he couldn't grasp it.

"Yes, I'm waiting for reinforcements. Hiss... why am I waiting for reinforcements? Forget it, whatever!"

He raised his knight's sword and shouted, "Everyone, our comrades have come to support us! Victory is surely ours!!"

"Knights, charge!"

"Long live the Blossoms!"

Within the battlefield, all the knights, including the reinforcements, fell into a strange state of exhilaration. In an instant, the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Palenke's formation was scattered, and they were annihilated.

"What did we win?!"

A warrior, wielding a sword and shield, reappeared as if he had crawled out of the earth, his power even greater than before.

The captain's face was filled with confusion.

"Why, why?"

"Next, I will command the battle."

The knight captain abruptly turned his head and found a man in a black robe had appeared beside him at some point. His voice was gentle, and his deep eyes were incredibly calm, as if he was not surprised by the current bizarre situation.

"Are you... a priest sent by the church?" the knight captain asked.

Linton glanced at him. "I can solve the current problem. Now, please listen to me."

If he were from the church, guided by the God of Blossoms, then he would indeed possess such ability.

The knight captain's consciousness was already shattered. He could only vaguely recall fragments of information related to the faith etched into his soul. As for thinking, that required brain cells, and he didn't have any of those right now.

Therefore, he didn't question Linton's indirect answer but nodded.

"I entrust this to you, Father," he shouted loudly again. "Everyone, listen to the priest's commands for the rest of the battle."

"Understood!" the knights responded.

Linton surveyed the battlefield and calmly said, "Fall back and form a defensive formation."

The next moment, the knights fighting their opponents gritted their teeth and disengaged from combat at the cost of an arm. A knight preparing for a sneak attack was discovered by his opponent due to halting his movement and was struck through the heart by a counter-attack. The doll-like lady, who was at the forefront, glanced back at the person giving orders, turned, kicked away the warrior entwining her, and returned to Linton's side.

The knights executed the orders perfectly, despite suffering significant casualties.

Seeing the knights retreat, the kingdom's warriors also gradually consolidated their formation to prevent a sudden surge from the enemy.

Linton's gaze did not change due to the casualties caused by his orders. He simply spread his hands.

[Secret Art: Necromancer Summoning]

"Next, if you feel any resistance in your hearts, do not resist, do not respond."

The knights immediately stopped their restlessness, but the slight contortion on their faces told them that responding to Linton's request was not an easy task.

"I am competing for control of the souls with that Grand Summoner," Linton said before Iris could ask.

"I didn't ask, who wants to know what you're doing!" Iris retorted, thrusting her knight's sword into the ground, her face flushed with a slight redness, perhaps from exertion.

"He's a Grand Summoner, someone who could be written into textbooks. Can you beat him?"

"If he still possessed his former strength, then no, I couldn't," Linton's voice was filled with confidence. "But after enduring the wear and tear of the world, he cannot possibly retain his original strength. Even if his summoning techniques are still superior to mine, this battlefield was once stained with blood..."

"This is the domain of a Necromancer!"

Linton's tone suddenly rose, his voice becoming impassioned.

The next moment, a certain color faded from the knights' eyes, but in a deeper place, an invisible darkness grew.

"Knights, charge!"

The knights gripped their spears with both hands and charged into the enemy ranks with an unstoppable momentum.

This time, the defeated warriors wailed everywhere, but no new figures joined the fray.

After the warriors died, the knights' figures also began to dissipate, turning into specks of starlight that slowly ascended, as if about to join the sky and become part of the stars.

The knight captain's expression was no longer dull and rigid, the turbidity in his pupils slowly receding.

He looked around, his gaze weary as he watched the disappearing shadows. Then, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the next second, the knights' bodies suddenly shattered, their starlight violently reabsorbed by the black shadows that had abruptly appeared. As the shadows clung to them, their outlines were gradually formed.

A robe with the royal crest of the Blossoms, pale and withered long hair, hands reduced to skin and bones, and a back that could no longer stand upright.

—The Grand Summoner, Bobby Wendell.

Linton nodded at him with a seemingly gentle expression. "Hello, Mr. Wendell."

"Who are you?" Wendell's face was full of confusion.

"I'm just an nobody. You don't need to remember me. You just need to remember who you are."

"Who am I?"

Wendell was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke with a voice like a broken bellows. "I am the Chief Royal Mage, the Dean of Blossom Academy of Magic, the Grand Summoner who bridges the gap between other realms and reality, White Splendor, Bobby Wendell."

Linton let out a soft scoff. "Is that all? Is something missing? Do you need a hint? Mr. Summoner who dared to touch the forbidden?"

Wendell's pride was like a bonfire meeting a torrential downpour, extinguished without any chance of fighting back.

"Who exactly are you? Why do you know my secret?"

"I told you, I'm just an ordinary person."

"Heh." Wendell would be a fool to believe him. "No matter who you are, you found me and cleansed the filth clinging to me. You certainly don't want to invite an old man like me, who's already underground, back to Falasong, do you? Speak, what do you want from me?"

"Go back? The people of Falasong would consider it blasphemy against the Lord of Blossoms if they didn't burn you at the stake," Linton mocked without mercy. "Hand over your book, and then you can return to the abyss you've been thinking about your whole life."

Wendell stared at Linton, remaining silent.

After a long while, he slowly raised his hand, which seemed full of wrinkles, and gently tapped his forehead.

In the next second, pale flames, potent enough to scorch the soul, surged from every crevice of his body.

"Young man, didn't your parents teach you about respecting your elders?"

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