Parting

"Fire-Element Forbidden Spell-Earthfire Burns the Heavens!"

Standing atop the Corpse Dragon's head in the distance, Sesler could not help crying out when he saw the earth split open and endless magma surge upward.

Ninth-level magic was highly destructive, but it fell far short of a forbidden spell.

Now, endless magma surged upward, with fierce flames blazing over its surface. The Seven-Eyed Black-Ring Python, over a hundred meters long, was burned so badly that he writhed in agony. The flesh exposed where Prust had torn away his scales turned black and charred, and a faint scent of roasting meat drifted out.

All vegetation within a radius of over a thousand meters was incinerated. Scorching heat filled the air, forcing Sesler to direct the Corpse Dragon farther away.

"Aaaah!"

Hardy, the Seven-Eyed Black-Ring Python, let out scream after scream. He was already gravely wounded. "Prust, you're no match for me one-on-one!"

Hardy roared in fury. As a Saint Realm Magical Beast, he possessed tenacious vitality, but Prust's brutal assault had left him utterly weakened.

Most of his scales had shattered, and Prust had gouged out all seven of his eyes. In places, great chunks of flesh had been ripped away, exposing his thick spine and pulsing internal organs.

"I signed a Master-Servant Contract with my master. Of course the two of us would fight you together!"

Prust sneered, intense hatred filling his heart. All four of his paws stood in the magma, his claws buried firmly in Hardy's body.

Crack!

Finally, amid Hardy's despairing roars, Prust sank his several-meter-long fangs through Hardy's head, making the light in his eyes instantly fade.

"Petty, I've avenged you!" After killing Hardy, Prust threw back his head and roared at the sky, venting the emotion surging within him.

"All right, Prust. Get his body out of the magma."

Moke spoke at just the right moment.

The dead Saint Realm Magical Beast's body would not last long under the forbidden spell's onslaught before being cooked through. Then it would be of little use to Sesler.

"Yes, master."

Prust nodded gratefully to Moke, then clamped his jaws around Hardy's head. With a burst of tremendous strength, he hauled the corpse out of the magma onto an open patch of ground.

Sesler, burning with eagerness, soon arrived with the Corpse Dragon, his eyes filled with excitement. "The corpse of a Saint Realm Magical Beast, and one that only just

died!"

"Moke, are you really giving him to me?" Sesler looked at Moke excitedly.

If he truly obtained this Saint Realm Magical Beast's corpse, he could enslave a Saint Realm undead!

"Of course."

Moke nodded with a smile. "Sesler, hurry. I think the Radiant Church will soon learn of the deaths of the Saint Realm Angel and those Ninth-Level Ascetics.

When that happens, they'll certainly intensify their pursuit of you. With a Saint Realm Magical Beast protecting you, you'll be safer."

"Thank you!"

Sesler nodded. After thanking him again, he immediately began murmuring under his breath.

Soon, a pitch-black magic formation appeared beneath Hardy's corpse. Dense energy of the edict of death surged out, enveloping the enormous python's body.

Sesler's face also rapidly grew pale before their eyes.

Rustle! Rustle!

Suddenly, the Seven-Eyed Black-Ring Python, who had already died, began moving. Thick deathly energy surged over his ruined body.

"Phew!"

Sesler finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped chanting. Still shaken, he said, "I never imagined enslaving a Saint Realm Magical Beast would consume so much spiritual power. Luckily, I'm already at the Ninth-Level Peak, not far from the Saint Realm. It nearly drained my spiritual power dry!"

But after that lingering fear came overwhelming delight!

"A Saint Realm undead! I never imagined I'd enslave a Saint Realm undead while still at the ninth level!"

Sesler laughed heartily. "He may not be in the best condition, but he's a Saint Realm undead! He can rival a living magical beast at the Saint Realm peak!"

The Seven-Eyed Black-Ring Python had been mangled beyond recognition by Prust and Moke's combined attacks. With his body damaged, his combat strength naturally declined after becoming undead.

But he was still a Saint Realm undead. With the undead race's undying nature, unless his head was crushed or his soul annihilated outright,

the undead Hardy would certainly give even some magical beasts at the Saint Realm peak a headache.

"Congratulations, Sesler." Moke returned to human form and spoke with a cheerful smile.

"Words can't express my gratitude!"

Sesler's expression turned solemn. "Although I'm going to the O'Brien Empire, if you ever need to fight the Radiant Church, just say the word, and I'll come!"

"Mm."

Moke nodded. "You should go, Sesler. It's time I headed back too."

"Farewell!"

The two clasped their hands in farewell and parted there in the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Moke muttered inwardly, Now that Sesler has obtained a Saint Realm undead, surely the Radiant Church won't capture him again? Unless absolutely necessary, the Radiant Church's Saint Realm experts wouldn't dare go to the O'Brien Empire.

"Prust." Moke looked at Prust.

"Master."

The enormous Blood-Eyed Mane Lion had shrunk as much as he could and was now only the size of an ordinary yak.

Beside him stood another Blood-Eyed Mane Lion, slightly larger than he was. This was Prust's son, Gila, who would be leaving with him.

"Prust, take your son southwest to Wushan Town and hide there. My father lives there."

Moke said, "You and your son should hide on Wu Mountain. If anything happens, notify me immediately."

Linley would probably release Dylan within the next two years. Dylan would lead an endless horde of magical beasts against the Holy Union, and Wushan Town would be destroyed in that disaster.

Moke had no choice but to take precautions in advance.

A single Saint Realm Magical Beast would be enough to protect a tiny place like Wushan Town.

After all, Wushan Town was as insignificant as a sesame seed within the Holy Union and drew no attention at all.

Those Saint Realm Magical Beasts and Dylan would all be focused on the Holy Capital, Fenlai City. They would never notice tiny Wushan Town.

"Yes, master!"

Prust nodded respectfully. "I'll make sure your father is safe."

"My father has a ninth-level Golden-Patterned Thunder Ant with him. Under ordinary circumstances, don't show yourself."

Moke reminded him.

"Yes, master!" Prust nodded, then set off directly toward Wushan Town with his son, Gila.

"It's time I headed back too."

After Prust left, Moke put away his weapon and changed into a mage's robe, once again becoming a third-year student at the Ernst Institute.

He swiftly returned to the Ernst Institute, as though none of this had ever happened.

At the Radiant Church in the Holy Capital, Fenlai City, Heidens received word from Cardinal Gilmor and hurried over.

Following behind Pope Heidens was a thin old man dressed in coarse linen. At that moment, the old man was also frowning slightly.

Lord Fallen Leaf is here too. It seems he knows about Balan's death.

Gilmor sighed inwardly.

In this attempt to capture Sesler, the Radiant Church had actually lost five Ninth-Level Ascetics, three Special Deacons, and a Two-Winged Angel!

This was nothing short of an utter humiliation for the Radiant Church!