Sea of the Dead, the Cruel Killer

The continuous explosions and impacts shook the hall, scattering rubble and dust everywhere. The mages, however, felt a somber mood. They were no novices; they could discern information from the feedback of their spells. Clearly, their attacks had struck something, but this should have been a cause for celebration, but it didn't bring them any joy. After all, it was just a little girl. They didn't know how she had gotten there, and she couldn't possibly have taken all the spells. But in fact, they could sense the impact from the flow of Magic Power —what was going on?

When the spell ended, the mages finally learned the truth.

Before Angela stood a row of knights clad in holy armor. Clearly, judging from the marks on their bodies, these were the paladins who had withstood the mages' attacks. What was going on? Why were the Templar Knights, who were supposed to protect the Sealing Tower, protecting an outsider who had dared to Sealing Tower?

"Sir Knight, what do you mean by this!"

One of the mages shouted sharply, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. He knew that while the Templar Knights were nominally guarding the Sealing Tower alongside them, they were in reality the Temple's henchmen. The mages didn't trust these Templar Knights, and their current actions only deepened their suspicions.

Seemingly hearing the mage's question, the Templar Knights slowly raised their heads, and only when they saw their faces clearly did the mages gasp in shock.

Those once serious, cold, yet familiar faces were now unrecognizable. They were covered in horrific and cruel wounds, as if torn apart by a ferocious beast. Several knights even had obvious holes ripped from their necks, some had their chests ripped open, and some had their chins missing, leaving only the upper half of their mouths and black, deathly tongues hanging in mid-air... Judging from these injuries, there was absolutely no way they could have survived!

But now they're standing here in neat rows, and they're even able to move?

"Is he a necromancer?"

Noticing this, the mages present couldn't help but retreat. Dealing with necromancers wasn't their forte to begin with; strictly speaking, the Temple knights were more adept at dealing with those who shared death. But now, even the Temple's most elite knights, the Templar Knights, had been turned into undead creatures by this girl. Just thinking about it made it clear that this girl's strength was definitely beyond their capabilities.

"Alright, puppies."

As the mages slowly retreated, Angela revealed a smug smile. She stretched out her hand and pointed at them. Just as the mages thought she was about to cast some terrible spell, they heard the little girl continue speaking.

"Fresh and delicious food is right in front of us! Let's go hunt for some, whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Accompanied by the girl's soft laughter, the former Templar Knights roared like wild beasts, lunging at the mages with unpredictable speed and agility. They quickly pounced on the mages' bodies and began to devour their flesh. Almost simultaneously, a group of dark figures flashed out from outside the door, charging in alongside the Templar Knights who had become undead.

"Hateful!!"

After seeing the true faces of the shadowy figures, even the mages who had initially managed to remain calm couldn't help but roar in anger. These figures were none other than their fellow mages who had been patrolling the outer perimeter. Like the Templar Knights, they too had become terrifying undead creatures. Moreover, because they wore soft robes instead of sturdy armor like the Templar Knights, the pain they suffered was even more clearly visible.

The nearly severed arms, the shoulders exposing stark white bone, the thighs still dripping with filthy blood—all of this severely shocked the mages. Even those who weren't particularly bright could guess from the scene before them that these mages, transformed into undead creatures, were originally just food—but now, they had become the hunters.

Under such an attack, the ranks began to fall into disarray. The mages at the front retreated, but those behind didn't have time to react. In the blink of an eye, the entire hall descended into chaos. Facing the onrushing undead, the mages tried to remain calm. They cast several Wall of Fire to evacuate themselves, the undead, and the mages already caught in the attack. Then, they quickly cast various defensive spells on themselves. In the wilderness, such tactics would be suicidal. But now, they were on their home turf. If they could hold out for even a moment, the arrival of the high-level mages would definitely turn the tide.

Hmm... By then, it won't be my turn to fight this terrifying high-level necromancer.

It must be said that the mages' initial strategy was very effective. The fire wall isolated most of the undead creatures. Although they possessed superhuman speed and physique after becoming undead, fire remained their greatest fear. Even the other mages who couldn't cast the fire wall spell could use spells like Protection from Blades and Magic Shield to block the attack. Then, a small Flame Jet would send most of the undead creatures screaming and leaping away.

The situation improved considerably—encouraged, the mages followed suit, using Magic Shield to protect themselves while beginning to employ fire spells to repel the undead. Although their power wasn't particularly high, they were still very effective against these ordinary undead!

The situation changed suddenly, until Angela, dissatisfied, took out a scroll from her bosom when she saw her zombies repeatedly fail to break through.

"Although I'm very unwilling, just as my master said, it's still too difficult to defeat a mage with this kind of power alone."

As she spoke, Angela pouted in dissatisfaction, then tore open the scroll in her hand.

An overwhelming green light instantly filled the entire space before dissipating.

As the green light disappeared, the burning flames and the Magic Shield protecting the mage also vanished completely at the same time.

Those mages, now stripped of all magical protection like naked maidens, now face the very fate they least wanted to confront.

While a brutal massacre was taking place in the hall below, the high-ranking mages did not rush to provide support as their subordinates had expected. Instead, they stood solemnly around the crystal ball, observing the situation in the hall through the illusion. But as soon as Angela tore open the scroll, their expressions changed drastically.

"Greater Dispel!"

This is the most powerful spell for defensive mages. It can instantly and over a large area negate any mage's defenses and magical effects. It's considered the greatest nemesis of mages, and within the Mages' Association, only one mage knows how to use it. Moreover, even he couldn't so easily create a scroll and give it to someone else. After all, creating a magic scroll consumes a great deal of the maker's Magic Power and requires highly advanced crafting skills. Based on their understanding of that mage, his crafting skills were absolutely insufficient to create a scroll containing a Greater Dispel spell.

But now, the facts were clearly laid out before them: the girl had indeed used a Greater Dispel Scroll to breach the defenses of those low-level mages.

"It seems our opponent is very strong."

Another mage said in a deep voice.

"And he's not alone. This girl also possesses terrifying power; she's even managed to turn those formidable Templar Knights into her immortal slaves. I've never seen anything like it before."

"This girl isn't a mage, or rather, she's not even human."

At that moment, another mage suddenly interrupted his colleagues.

"I just cast a detection spell on her. Although I don't know exactly what this girl is, she's definitely not human. And she didn't create those undead slaves using magic."

At this point, the mage paused, pointing to the undead creature inside the crystal ball. Just then, a Templar Knight, who had transformed into an undead creature, pinned a mage to the ground. As the mage screamed in agony, the knight bit off a chunk of flesh from the mage's face and devoured it.

"As you all saw, the Greater Dispel cast by that girl also affected these undead creatures. If they were truly relying on magic to move, they would have been affected and their incapacitated state would have been lifted. But it seems that these undead creatures have not been affected or changed at all."

Just as the high-ranking mages were calmly discussing the situation, the massacre in the hall was drawing to a close.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh... La la la..."

Angela hummed a light, bright song as she strolled among the blood and corpses, watching the motionless humanoid chunks of flesh being devoured by zombies, a cold and disdainful smile on her face.

"In the end, the mage is nothing special... Although I admit that it's too difficult to fight the mage with these slaves, before the master, you are nothing more than a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

"Crack."

The crisp, resounding cracking of bones echoed beneath her feet. Angela glanced briefly at the dead mages at her feet, then followed their corpses up the steps. Behind her, dozens of undead creatures, once human, were greedily devouring the flesh and blood of their own kind. Once they were satiated, the scraps of food would become one of them.

"Come on, my lovely slaves."

Angela raised her hands, her bright red eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Slaughter all living beings here, in the name of our master, and plunge them into eternal torment!"