The middle-aged magician, upon hearing this, was not angry; he merely chuckled but remained silent.
The next second, something strange happened. A wisp of dark mist emerged from the shattered bone fragments and then whistled into another skeleton in the distance. In an instant, another Bone Blade Skeleton with a strength of about One-Star Class appeared in the hall.
"Oh, so as long as that necromantic Magic Power isn't destroyed, the skeleton can keep regenerating endlessly?" Sun Fei's eyes were incredibly sharp, and he immediately saw the key point. He clenched his hand in the void, and a half-meter square silver-white handprint appeared in the air, grasping the Bone Blade Skeleton. With a casual shake, he dispersed the skeleton and the faint black mist within its body. This move finally and completely destroyed Hasselbaink's spell.
That pale black mist was actually the Undead Death Energy, which was essentially the same as Dou Qi and other magical powers. It was also a magical element. Sun Fei had dealt with countless undead magical monsters in the Diablo World. This magical power, which was incredibly terrifying to outsiders, was naturally insignificant to him. He could easily dismantle it with a few simple tricks.
However, Hasselbaink viewed these tactics with a heavy heart.
The old Undead Magic could tell that the young King before him was extremely skilled in dealing with Undead Magic, clearly honed through countless battles. This scene clearly illustrated one thing: King of Chambord had fought against countless Undead Magic.
In the Azeroth Continent, Undead Magic are universally despised and killed. The fact that this King, who has fought countless Undead Magic, is now sitting alive suggests something else entirely—at least hundreds, if not thousands, of Undead Magic have died at his hands.
Although Hasselbaink was not a bloodthirsty man, as one of the once-illustrious elders of the [ Undead Temple ], he was filled with sympathy and helplessness for the fate of Undead Magic. He knew that this magical sect, which the Holy Church had promoted and guided to be seen as the most evil in the world, was not as evil as described by bards or in countless books. In fact, many who became Undead Magic had very regrettable fates. Most people who practiced Undead Magic were poor, because the cultivation of this school of magic did not require the consumption of massive amounts of gold coins like other schools of magic, nor did it require a large number of magic stones. Moreover, it was easy to learn quickly. These characteristics made Undead Magic one of the most powerful weapons for the poor to resist the violent and cruel rule of the nobles in this world, and it was the hope of the poor.
As far as he knew, many people who practiced Undead Magic had kind and loving hearts. Unfortunately, due to the world's misunderstandings and the unpleasant aura and appearance of Undead Magic, coupled with the suppression from the Holy Church, their eternal enemy, everything seemed so bad. With his once-dominant strength, he ended up in such a sorry state, let alone other Undead Magic of average strength.
Thus, the sympathy and pity for their fellow beings, stimulated by Sun Fei's skillful use of Undead Magic, almost instinctively turned into anger and hostility.
Hasselbaink slowly stood up and said coldly, " King Majesty seems to have a good understanding of how to break Undead Magic, but do you think that's enough to justify your insolence before me?"
Sun Fei was slightly taken aback, but almost instantly understood why this former elder of the [ Undead Temple ] had suddenly become so cold. However, His Majesty the King did not have a chance to explain, nodding and saying, "I have indeed killed many who know Undead Magic, but I do not consider this attitude presumptuous?"
"Hmph!" Hasselbaink snorted coldly, then chuckled, "Very well, since His Majesty King of Chambord is so eager to witness Undead Magic, then I'll let His Majesty broaden his horizons."
Having said that, the middle-aged man spread his fingers rapidly, without chanting any incantations. Instantly, streams of pitch-black mist shot out like flames, surging into the densely packed skeletons in the corner of the hall. Then, a series of chilling cracking sounds of bones grinding together rang out, and one by one, the skeletons stood up, their sunken eye sockets flashing with flame-like red light. The skeletons were shrouded in black mist, and their pale skeletons quickly turned black. Wielding Bone Blade, they surged forward like a black tide, surrounding the three people in the very center, accompanied by the distinctive sound of bones striking the ground.
Sun Fei nodded.
Judging from the number of skeletons and the strength of each one, Hasselbaink's [ Skeleton Spell ] this time was clearly much more advanced than before. The color of the bones had turned a more astonishing deep black, shimmering with an eerie light like black jade. At the same time, the hardness of each skeleton's bones had been increased several times over, reaching a level comparable to steel. Each skeleton was permeated with a dense Death Energy, and their individual strength was at least around Four-Star Class.
This is the truly terrifying Skeleton Spell.
Compared to the fragile skeletons of the past, which could be easily destroyed even by ordinary soldiers, these forty or fifty black skeletons displayed terrifying combat power. Sun Fei could easily imagine the consequences of his army facing this group of skeletons—it would be a disaster. Even if some skeletons were destroyed, the black Undead Death Energy could freely enter the bodies of the fallen warriors and become new skeletons. Before their Undead Magic energy was exhausted, they would be an unkillable army, spreading like a virus and potentially multiplying to tens of thousands.
horrible!
This is what makes Undead Magic so terrifying.
However, it was unrealistic to expect these undead skeletons to trap Sun Fei. But judging from the confident expression on Hasselbaink's face, Sun Fei knew that he had a backup plan. At the same time, the little boy Arthur ran towards the entrance of the hall in a panic, as if he were running away. Sun Fei smiled slightly. Of course, he knew that this seemingly innocent but actually cunning little guy was actually going to block the entrance to prevent him from escaping through the door.
An interesting old man and a young boy.
Sun Fei didn't make another move. Instead, he calmly smiled and said, "You should know that these things can't hold me back."
Hasselbaink curled his lip and said coldly, "Try it and you'll see. Even if I can't trap you, I can turn all 30,000 of your troops in the city into dead."
"Fighting and killing only damages relationships," Sun Fei said with a mysterious smile. "Perhaps we can find a different way to spar."
"For example?" Although Hasselbaink was confident in defeating the King before him, he dared not underestimate him. After all, [ Ancient Castle of Death ] was not far from Twin Flag City. If he caused the demonic energy to soar, it might attract the Church experts from the diocese of Twin Flag City, thus delaying his next plan.
Sun Fei laughed heartily, "For example, I can also Summon some little guys to play with your pets."
Before he finished speaking, Sun Fei switched to [ Undead Sorceress Mode ]. A faint, purer, grayish-white aura of Death Energy spread out. Sun Fei instantly activated the Necromancer skill [ Raise Skeleton ]. With a flick of his finger, the previously broken bone fragments in the distance gathered together with a whoosh, miraculously reforming into a pure white skeleton.
In an instant, Hasselbaink's mouth bulged, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The little boy Arthur, who had just run to the vicinity of the palace entrance, was no exception. His big, watery eyes were filled with disbelief, and he almost bumped into the stone statue at the palace entrance.
Even more bizarre and comical was that the forty or fifty skeleton soldiers Summon Hasselbaink also opened their upper and lower jaws in unison, their black teeth and the red flames trembling violently in their sunken eye sockets, as if they too had their own thoughts and consciousness, with an extremely shocked expression.
"You... you... you..." Even with his centuries of experience Zongheng the continent and his vast knowledge, Hasselbaink was stunned by what he saw. He stammered, completely at a loss for words to express the shock he felt.
His shock wasn't just because King of Chambord had also Summon skeletons.
In fact, he had encountered such things before. Human nature is greedy. Some nobles and seemingly righteous big shots had taken risks to pursue Undead Magic, which was relatively easy to learn, because of their thirst for power. They concealed it very well, secretly accumulating power. Some even took the initiative to seek out and win over Hasselbaink, the last remaining member of the necromancy lineage.
However, those guys all misunderstood the true meaning of Undead Magic, using cruel and ruthless methods to torture and slaughter the poor to create undead, going astray and making the Undead Magic school even more notorious and evil.
For someone like that, let alone colluding with them, Hasselbaink would immediately eliminate them if he encountered them.
What truly shocked him was that he sensed an aura of near-perfect Undead Magic from the [ Skeleton Spell ] cast by the young King. That wisp of grayish-white mist stirred up incredible waves in his heart. Only a master like Hasselbaink, who had an almost sacred reverence for and profound understanding of Undead Magic, could understand what that wisp of grayish-white mist represented.
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