Chapter 88

Each stone pillar here is carved with a different form of Death Banshee! Some of their sharp claws are outstretched, while others are twisted. They seem to be wearing similar styles of clothing, with long skirts and long legs, revealing feet with purple nails. On their bodies, one can see perfectly decayed, tattered, and somewhat tragically beautiful forms, such as a large hole in the chest protruding two snow-white ribs...

Oh, I'm so excited I can hardly speak!

This must be a relic left behind by an ancient dark mage! Maybe even by a legendary ancient necromancer!

Just think about it, what incredible knowledge he would leave behind! Black Magic suffered a great blow during the Age of Darkness. If I could take all the knowledge from this ruin with me... Ahhh!

I'll never have to worry about lacking new knowledge to learn and explore for the rest of my life!!!

Valuable ancient knowledge, even if one never has the opportunity to put it into practice (and I personally don't want necromancy to have many opportunities for practical application), is still a great contribution to scholarship even through pure theoretical research!

I immediately ran forward, but I wasn't blinded by excitement. The instant I moved forward, I Teleportation away, and a large clump of white bone spurs appeared where I had just stepped, looking like a large cluster of flowers.

Instantly, I unleashed my mental power. In the Mage Eye, this seemingly peaceful hall was protected by layers of magic, causing my pupils to shrink. Even I rarely have the opportunity to witness so many incredible Black Magic defenses at once! And after a thousand years, they still haven't been destroyed!

Quick! Write this down!!!

This is the value that a well-preserved historical site can bring!

They are far more valuable than the buildings themselves!

I quickly pulled out my notebook... Oh no, I still haven't gotten my notebook back from Mel! I just left it with Mel after I finished using it... I fumbled around for a while and finally pulled out the notebook of my third teacher, who was my true mentor in Black Magic —although I had only read half of his notebook, I think this must be the latter half, with some blank pages at the end.

I flipped to the back and started using this notebook to take notes for the time being.

Ah, this teacher I've never met has been a great help to me, even providing blank paper at a crucial moment. I seem to have even greater respect for this mentor who has been hindered by time.

I was diligently writing in my notes when suddenly, a strange rustling sound forced me to look away from my notes and the magic circle.

Huh?

To my astonishment, all the banshees I had initially thought were statues had come to life!

Oh My God!

I was so excited I almost forgot the incantation!

... Are they truly Death Banshee, not statues, but merely sealed within stone pillars, existing as protectors?

A banshee that can move!

I quickly finished writing the last stroke in my notebook and looked at the undead creatures straightening their bones. These banshees all had beautiful faces. Now that they had broken the seal, they were no longer the dull gray color of stone. Unlike the miserable death of my second teacher, they each had their own beauty. Apart from the fact that they were dead, their temperament and appearance could definitely make them instant stars.

Bright purple flames ignited in the banshees' eyes—this made me so excited I almost suffocated, because it was the soul flame mentioned in my master's Necromancy Spells notes! True undead beings with independent consciousness possess all the memories and personalities of their previous lives! My second teacher was a low-level undead; because he lacked consciousness, his eyes had a dim light, barely noticeable unless you looked closely—nothing like the vibrant energy of these banshees!

Well, although fighting over twenty female demons at once isn't exactly easy for me, but...

If we could capture them and bring them back, we could definitely get a lot of firsthand knowledge about ancient times!

My goodness, thank you to the ancient sages, this is the most precious treasure ever!!!

"Come on!" I couldn't help but shout, "Come and fight me!"

My mentor, whom I've never met, left me with so much invaluable knowledge of Black Magic, and now it's time to put it to practical use! After so many years of practice, the dark mage Ciprins is far stronger than that novice apprentice he once was, so I will not let my mentor down!

"Come quick!" I looked at the banshee excitedly.

Chapter 88

All the banshees came down from the pillar! I counted, twenty-three of them!

Even if you accidentally break a few, you'll still have plenty left intact!

Come on! They're just some banshees. Although there are more of them, it shouldn't be as dangerous as when I fought my second teacher. I'm 70% confident I can escape unscathed and take at least two banshees that can enter the lab with me—because I've grown up, I'm well-prepared, I haven't wasted any of my four Spell Slot, and I'm mentally mature too!

Come on, let's have a good time...

Why?

I stood there dumbfounded, hands raised, watching the group of succubi lift their skirts, scream, and run off in the opposite direction at lightning speed.

Something feels off...

Hmm, maybe it's reversed?

Normally, if an undead creature collided head-on with a living person, shouldn't the living person run away?

At least... at least give me a signature "Wail" from the Death Banshee, okay? Let me compare it to Moli's howl, please? You can't just refrain from mental attacks on me because I'm a mage with strong mental resistance! That's so unprofessional!

I silently stopped casting the spell, at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, something happened that I couldn't see with my naked eye. The banshees scattered and hid behind various pillars. While I was still confused, my body had already reacted instinctively—a reaction to a crisis!

I floated in mid-air, my second teacher blocking my way. My fellow disciples surrounded me, roaring menacingly. But being connected to them spiritually, I could sense that their piercing howls sounded like the low growls of a cat with its fur standing on end. Although they looked fierce, they could run away at any moment.

The only difference is that my evil spirits dare not run away, because I am here, and they cannot leave me.

After the female demons dispersed, I finally saw another unique figure that had been blocked by the group of beautiful, seemingly noblewomen—it was also a woman, or more precisely, a woman who had been dead for many years.

This woman was tall and strong, probably almost as tall as me—because she was wearing high heels with iron heels, and I had no doubt that those heels could kick me and leave a bloody hole. Moreover, she carried a flag on her back, a long sword in her hand, and short swords for close combat on her waist and legs. Even though they had been sealed away for many years, those weapons still looked cold and sharp, and there wasn't a single element of modern technology in them.

The most terrifying thing is... this woman possesses an aura of death that surpasses even the combined power of all those female demons.

Because the situation changed so suddenly, I was stunned for a moment before I came to my senses:

This... this is a lich!

Oh My God!

Did I stumble upon a museum of undead history? Liches! Liches? Liches! This legendary undead creature, a dead being more powerful than most living necromancers, and I just happened to run into it!

Twenty-three banshees are nothing compared to taking away a lich...

Wow! I can't breathe! I must praise all the benevolent gods! Oh, but given that I'm surrounded by a room full of dead people, perhaps I should praise the God of Death and Slaughter first.

This lich, though female, is completely different from a banshee!

--The highest level of undead beings is the lich. In the legendary era, many dark mages were unwilling to give up magic and would even curse themselves to become such a thing.--In other words, they must have had great power in life, and only after death could they become liches! But if it were Reynold, no matter how much resentment he felt after death, he could not become a lich.