Formal Necromancer

This was not because Yang Mu was particularly strong, but simply because this heavy pressure was not aimed at the flesh, but at the spirit.

Yang Mu, sitting in the center of the array, drank down the Spirit Ascension Potion in one gulp. A purple flame ignited on his body, and just as it was about to burn his lifespan, Yang Mu's mental power completed a transformation instantly with the aid of the potion's properties.

Just like a fill-in-the-blank question where others still needed to calculate, Yang Mu had long known the answer and wrote it down directly.

After the nature of his mental power completed its transformation, Yang Mu began to use the Mental Pressure Array to compress his mental power, constantly condensing and condensing further.

In the end, the formless and immaterial mental power took on a mist-like state in his mind, and within this mist-like mental power, a spell model was rapidly taking shape.

Just like fitting countless building blocks into predetermined grid slots, it was merely a First-Order spell model, and the engraving process was of no difficulty to him at all.

Finally, a spell model resembling a six-sided crystal floated within the mist-like mental power, and around it floated three smaller spell models in a planar appearance.

These were precisely the apprentice-rank spell models Yang Mu had engraved previously.

Only after they drew close, aside from the second elemental affinity, the other two spell models began to change under the support of Yang Mu's mist-like mental power.

The structure became more complex, shifting from a planar shape to a three-dimensional one, and when all the transformations ended.

The once-dense mist-like mental power in Yang Mu's mind had become extremely thin, with three different polyhedral spell models surrounding a small planar spell model in the center.

This was the origin of unranked spells; they would automatically consume mental power to advance according to the tier the Mage was at, so as to suit the current Mage's needs. Every unranked spell was extremely precious.

At the moment the spell model was constructed, it actually represented that Yang Mu had become a Formal Necromancer. Not only had his mental power increased in quantity, but more importantly, it had improved in quality.

If his previous mental power was ten cubic meters of lime, then now it was twelve cubic meters of granite.

Yes, his total amount of mental power had only increased by two points.

Yet in reality, if one had to calculate based on spell consumption, his mental power had increased twelvefold; every point of mental power now could release spells equivalent to the previous ten points.

Moreover, his mental power was now sufficient to support the release of First-Order spells. Previously, even he could only use magic like mixed magic to take shortcuts and reach a First-Order level.

Its essence still remained apprentice-rank magic; the gap in mental power quality could not be bridged.

And now, Yang Mu reached out and tapped lightly in the void.

Dark Barrier!

Following Yang Mu's low chant, a half-man-high three-dimensional spell model flashed before him and vanished.

The hull of the speeding, fleeing Undead was wrapped in a layer of black energy, and the cannonballs coming from behind were easily blocked.

Chasing right behind its tail was its old friend, the Gale.

Aside from that, beneath the ocean, a huge figure was entangling with the tentacles of the Undead, and in the eyes of this giant sea monster was a blood-red crescent moon.

The sharp dorsal fin wanted to ram the Undead once more, but this time the impact was not as effective as before, feeling instead as though it had crashed into a sheer cliff at the bottom of the seabed.

Hard, and unshakeable.

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"Dammit, hoist the number two sail! Black Luo, are you a fool, kid? Number two sail, number two sail!"

"The rest of you, shoot hard for me! This time I spent a lot of money to buy twenty cannons, so blast them to pieces!"

Jack cursed continuously while controlling the helm.

Six days had passed since Yang Mu entered the deck, and in the first few days everything had been going smoothly and peacefully.

However, two days ago, the Undead drifting on the sea ushered in the pursuit of the Gale, and this time the Gale was clearly prepared.

Even releasing black fog from the Undead failed to interfere with the enemy; the other party could still accurately locate their position and fire cannonballs.

Aboard the Gale, Roderick was standing together with a person wearing a starlight cloak. Floating in front of him was a crystal ball the size of a human head, displaying the exact locations of the Undead and the Gale.

Any experienced captain would not even need to look at anything else to lock onto the Undead ahead.

And the reason the Gale was able to find the Undead on the boundless sea relied precisely on this astrologer.

"Major General Roderick, although I don't know what has happened, I suggest you still not continue the pursuit. I have a very bad feeling."

Entropy Annihilation Finger!

The astrologer, who was speaking, had his forehead pierced by a sudden beam of black light, and his body began to disintegrate after the black light vanished.

Transforming into countless blood-red powders that drifted away, Roderick was just preparing to reach out and touch these blood-red powders when he heard a scream coming from the side.

He turned his head to look and saw a navy soldier clutching his face, screaming and rolling on the deck. Where his body made contact with the powder, red spots rapidly spread, and then he began to disintegrate as well.

Not just the human body, even the hull of the ship struck by the black light began to disintegrate, though the powder from the hull's disintegration was not blood-red, but the color of wood.

With a wave of Roderick's hand, wisps of wind blades appeared, cutting away the disintegrating hull. A whirlwind swept through and tossed all the powder along with the severed hull into the sea.

Only then did he gaze with a solemn expression toward the black fog ahead, as if he could pierce through the black fog and see Yang Mu standing by the gunwale of the Undead, slowly retracting his finger.

And the Entropy Annihilation Finger was the spell model Yang Mu had engraved. This spell was created by Yang Mu himself; it was a byproduct of his research into the Law of Entropy Increase, and its power was sufficient to rival some ordinary Second-Order magic, yet its spell model could be engraved while at the First Order.

The only issue was that it was overly complex; without research into the Law of Entropy Increase, one would easily fail and find it difficult to master.

However, these were all matters for others. To Yang Mu, the creator, it was as easy as slapping his left hand against his right.

Yang Mu was extremely satisfied with the power of his spell, and the Gale in the rear no longer pursued.

The figures of Eudora and Barrel appeared beside Yang Mu.

"Go, and slaughter that fellow beneath the sea with the Undead."

After Yang Mu issued the command, the two figures leaped into the sea.

Once the two First-Order undead entered the sea, massive commotions erupted beneath the surface of the Undead, with low roars resounding and black sword auras shooting toward the sky from time to time.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the commotion finally subsided, and the Undead emitted a joyful, low hum, its hull swaying slightly, clearly showing that the Undead was feeding during its voyage.

As for what it was eating, there was no need to elaborate.

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