Another Rain of Fireballs

Warm currents of Elemental Tide gathered in the sky, forming patches of blood-red clouds. These clouds piled up to form thick cumulus clouds, which moved slowly forward under the impetus of the Wasteland hurricane.

Li Ziran looked up at the fiery red sunset clouds and frowned slightly.

"Oh no, it's going to rain!"

A dry, fierce wind swept over us, carrying with it a pungent, metallic smell.

Even though he couldn't sense the presence of the elements, he knew that a large rain of fire was about to arrive, and he was quite certain that this rain of fire would be substantial.

His body unconsciously shrank back into the cave. It was more like a slope formed by the weathering of a large rock than a cave. However, the rock was hollow inside and was just half a foot off the ground, preventing the rolling fireballs from flowing over. The rock above his head was just enough to block the dripping fireballs.

This wasn't the best shelter, but it was lucky to find a place that wasn't completely burned by the torrential rain.

Thud! Thud!

The Fire Element finally solidified, forming a fireball that broke free from the cloud's grasp. It crashed onto the barren Wasteland, kicking up a thick layer of dust mixed with sparks, before finally melting the fireball away.

After a brief encounter, countless fireballs rained down from the sky, crashing into the red sand with a crackling sound, like bullets blasting across the land.

The red sand could no longer extinguish the flames; instead, it began to melt under the intense heat of the fireball, forming thin streams of molten material that flowed along the cracks in the rocks.

As Li Ziran watched the increasing number of trickles of water, he unconsciously moved closer to the center of the rock.

He chose a good spot; at least the streams of flame wouldn't flow here, preventing them from accumulating and forming high temperatures. Once engulfed by flames, even if they Undead burned to death, the rapidly increasing temperature would evaporate the little Water Element remaining in their bodies.

Even though he was far from the stream, the intense heat from the rain of flames made Li Ziran uncomfortable. He had to pull out two Frog from his waist, transform them into Corpse Witch, and hold them in front of him.

The rain of fire poured down relentlessly, seemingly without end. The desolation of the Wasteland was largely due to this fiery rain.

Many creatures that have just entered the Wasteland will lose their lives to this simplest of disasters.

Summer is ending.

At this time, the Fire Element in the Elemental Tide is particularly active, and fireballs may even form at night. This is definitely the most difficult season for the Wasteland creatures.

Li Ziran touched his waist; there were seven Frog —the ones he had transformed Medusa into when he left Blackwind Pass.

He left overnight, without informing Xiao Wei or Jili, as he always does.

Last night, Sandrew told him a lot about the habits of Demon, the distribution of species on the Ice Plains, the distribution points on the Grasslands, and the special organs carried by different creatures.

As for the Shadow Society Li Ziran most wanted to know, Sandrew, who was his guide, only said one sentence.

Serving the Shadow Elder.

However, many things were emphasized at the base, which is not only the foundation of the Shadow Society, but also the most important bargaining chip in the future competition in the Dark Council.

There is only one way to escape the Shadow Society: transcend and enter the higher-level Dark Council, becoming one of the Upper House.

The selection and construction of the base are of paramount importance, and the conference room is the absolute core, which must be kept secret.

In Sandrew's own words, "We're just a bunch of rats, digging our holes as deep as we can!"

That's the absolute truth, because the Justice Alliance and the Inquisition noses that are even sharper than Doug's (the dog's) noses.

The number of Dark Council members who die in Inquisition each year is terrifying.

"Business!"

Li Ziran's thoughts returned to business; this was definitely a huge gamble.

Demon, Orc, Ice Plains creatures, and those Inquisition —the level of risk is extremely high.

But the profits could be even greater.

Of course, he agreed to Sandrew's suggestion not only because of the enormous profits involved.

It's mostly for themselves. The Western Wasteland is close to the Ice Plains, where the oldest races are preserved, including some that survived the First World War.

Since Li Ziran was already capable of transplanting organs for himself, he naturally set his sights on those ancient races.

These ancient races possess a wide variety of talents, including magical spells that surpass even the Blessing Art of the Golden Silk Birdfolk, and some even have Great Dragon.

He somewhat regretted giving his heart to Medusa.

If he had mastered the ability to transplant organs into himself back then, he would now possess a true Great Dragon's heart.

Unfortunately, there's no going back.

Although the Elves 'Elven Organ are quite good, most of them are very basic, simply extracting ordinary attributes from the Elemental Tide, far less valuable than the Golden-Silk Girl's heart.

Li Ziran opened his palm, and streaks of gold spread across his hand. With a gentle wave, the golden light enveloped his entire body like fireflies, bringing a touch of coolness.

Purification!

These points of light were Purification the negative effects on his body. Even now, he was still amazed by this special ability, but unfortunately, the curse was gone.

"Wood?"

Li Ziran's thoughts then fell on the old man again. He was probably the first living being to have studied organs.

Bang! Bang!

The fireball that fell from the clouds was already the size of a fist, scattering sparks on the ground and making a crackling sound as it landed on the rocks.

Li Ziran had no choice but to place the other two Corpse Witch in front to prevent sparks from splashing in.

The rain seemed to be going on for a while. He sighed inwardly. The heart of the Wasteland was worse than he had imagined. He had only just set foot on the edge of the wasteland and had already been subjected to two fiery rains.

This place truly deserves to be called a desolate wasteland. Through the gaps in the Corpse Witch's robes, one can see that the surface of the Wasteland has completely melted, and the resulting river is rushing forward at high speed.

"I can't leave today."

He gave a helpless, wry smile. This would waste a lot of time, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He took out a Thumb Bottle from the ring and placed it in front of him. Thumb Bottle was a section of Frog's hind leg, preserved in a solution and in excellent condition.

The lower leg was removed, and blood was dripped onto it. In the oily green glow, a section of human lower leg quickly took shape, but the skin was shriveled and there was no flesh or blood, clearly belonging to Corpse Witch.

Li Ziran took out several other Thumb Bottle, removed the limbs from each one, and casually placed them on the ground.

But soon, something miraculous happened. These severed limbs seemed to possess sentience and began to wriggle on the ground. Slowly, the various limbs combined together to form a human-like shape, only unfortunately without a head.

Li Ziran closed his eyes and began to focus on studying the runes inside the Corpse Witch's body.

The outer structure was the same as his Corpse Witch Formation, and even the central Oracle Bone Script was exactly the same, but the characters filling the inside of the magic circle were completely different.

The text is fragmented, connected together using curved symbols.

For an ordinary person, it would be like a book written in the dark, but Li Ziran understands Oracle Bone Script and knows that these characters connected by special symbols are the most important components of the Necromantic Formation.

Chain.

If the core text gave the Corpse Witch its form, then the chains endowed it with Corpse Witch most unique abilities.

Each chain corresponds to a certain ability within the Elemental Tide. By combining the unique elements of the Elemental Tide through words and symbols, a special power can be created.

For example, the chain in front of us gives the Corpse Witch the ability to reassemble its limbs.

So far, Li Ziran has only mastered three Corpse Witch: Poison Fireball, Deathly Aura Absorption, and Corpse Explosion, all of which were gifts from Sandrew.

Unfortunately, understanding the chains was not as easy as he had imagined. Even if he copied them exactly as he had observed them, he was unable to demonstrate their power.

His Corpse Witch Formation is now at a certain level; it's time for him to focus his energy on the chains.

"Karen! Necromancer handiwork is this?!"

Li Ziran asked himself in a low voice, but unfortunately he didn't dare to take Karen's head out.

Before me stood Karen's former Corpse Witch, which contained only the simplest chains, yet represented an ability of Undead.

If their heads are removed, Karen could very well Resurrection Spell.

This is a very special and rare Undead ability.

He doesn't have the ability to deal with Karen yet, and the thought of her ability to read minds at will still make him shudder.

The only way now is through brute force: deriving the chain structure through continuous use.

This is the most rudimentary method, but it is also the most practical, and it is the method used by all mages across the entire Red Soil Continent.

Unless one has a good teacher to guide them, and there are countless mages and chains on the Red Soil Continent, how many people would easily reveal the chain combinations they have studied all their lives?

At least, Li Ziran wouldn't.

This is a mage's true trump card, the difference between a mage's abilities.

Clearly, the chains tonight cannot be predicted.

He put the Corpse Witch away again and took out another Palm Bottle. The Frog inside the bottle had tiny white spots on it, as if it were moldy.

"Hehe, the Clinging Sludge Curse is not bad."

It is his lineage's Curse Art. This curse will last for a month. After three days, the mold will grow to the size of a soybean. After seven days, it should begin to rot for the first time. After a month, at least the belly will be completely rotten.

"Hehe, this curse can cause skin to peel during surgery."

Li Ziran chuckled and said, "This is definitely a surgical trick. It's much easier than skinning them, especially for those with thicker hides, such as Rhino Orc, or even more ancient Behemoth, or Giant."

"If only I could dissect a Giant in this lifetime," Li Ziran said, leaning against the stone wall with a hint of envy.

He had heard that the internal structure of Giant was extremely similar to that of humans, and if he could decipher its secrets, his body might even undergo a second development.