Lord of the Magical Beasts

After refining the crystal skull the entire day, the crystal skull in Yang Ling’s hand finally took on its form once again. Compared to how it was in the past, the crystal skull now had a faint glow flowing throughout its body and now had blood-red streaks all around it, making it look exceptionally ferocious and terrifying. It might be because it had absorbed Yang Ling’s Blood Essence.

After conducting a simple test, Yang Ling realized that the power of the crystal skull was far stronger than what he had imagined.

Yang Ling could control it and make it float silently in the air, or instruct the skull to quickly rotate at an irregular path around himself. He could will it to move as he wished within a radius of a dozen steps.

It could release soundwaves that cannot be picked up by the human ear and directly attack the souls of his enemies; It could also release a faint ring of black gas, blocking off the enemy’s attack on his soul like a screen.

Furthermore, it could also absorb the deathly aura released by the underground tomb. In fact, it could even directly absorb the dead souls wandering within this world. Yang Ling summoned a wild Violent Earth Bear from within the Wizard Pagoda’s Space. The purple rat Little Ice had just broken the bear’s neck when the crystal skull absorbed its soul.

This is the power of a Soul Wizard Weapon?

Looking at the Violent Earth Bear with its limbs still convulsing while its soul had already been reduced to a black line and absorbed by the crystal skull, Yang Ling nodded his head in satisfaction. With such a Wizard Weapon that he could use adeptly, he had even more confidence when it came to entering the underground tomb filled with a deadly aura!

Are there any other ways this item can attack other than using the soundwaves?

Yang Ling pressed his hand onto the skull cap of the crystal skull and injected a streak of Wizard Power and mental energy, slowly increasing in intensity as he prepared to further find out more about the secrets of this Wizard Weapon.

However, just as he felt the crystal skull tremble and about the change, the Corpse Wizard King flew up onto the Great Wizard Altar using a levitation technique early in the morning, “Sir, the army of the Church has officially entered the underground tomb. The various major factions and the many troops had also followed them in. Do you think that we should also…”

“Hehe, there’s no rush. Let’s set off after all of them has entered the underground tomb!” Yang Ling smiled, retracting the Wizard Power and mental energy he had injected into the crystal skull. He paused for a moment before continuing, “Rodriguez, immediately set up a Magical Teleportation Formation under the Great Wizard Altar and while you’re at it, go see if the Church left anything good behind. Make sure to hide your tracks well!”

“Hehehe, alright, I like this idea!” The Corpse Wizard King was intelligent, immediately understanding Yang Ling’s intentions. He left quickly after letting out a loud cackle.

Over the days, more and more people had rushed into the area. Other than a large number of troops and adventurers who were unafraid of death, most of them were men of the Church. Using their wealth and manpower, not only did they set up two defensive Holy Light Magical Spell Formation within a short span of time, but they had also set up a large-scale Magical Teleportation Formation as a means of retreat for when they entered the underground tomb.

The Church had sent out a large group of elites and made all the necessary preparations. Unfortunately, they had also committed a fatal mistake!

Both the Holy Light Magical Spell Formation and Magical Teleportation Formation were within the radius of Yang Ling’s Imprisonment Restriction. After their main forces entered the underground tomb, all Yang Ling had to do was activate the restriction and Illusory Formation for their Spell Formations to all lose their effects, blocking off their means of retreat.

Of course, as a precaution, the safest way for Yang Ling to do this was to kill off the teams left behind by the Church for defence and destroy their Magical Teleportation Formation, completely blocking off their means of retreat.

The Church had massive strength, but they should not have set up camp near the underground tomb; They should also not have tried to capture Yang Ling back to the Holy City for a harsh interrogation during their journey this time around.

Even though he could still, in theory, try to make peace with the Church; However, based on the Church’s usual arrogance and willingness to kill to achieve their aims, the hopes of reconciliation between Yang Ling and the Church was minuscule. After being targeted by them, Yang Ling knew that there was no way that he could retreat anymore. He would be letting himself down if he did not seize the opportunity to sabotage them and further understand the inner workings of the Church!

The Church and the various major factions had just taken action when the troops and adventurers who had long been raring to go followed them closely behind in a rowdy mob, afraid that they would not be able to reap any benefits if they were a few steps to slow.

It was rumored that all of the fortune amassed by the Thebes Empire over their thousands of years of history had all been hidden within this underground tomb, and that there were countless treasures like gemstones and agate, as well as mountainous piles of sparkling crystal coins. If they fortunately managed to find the treasures of the Pharaoh of the last generation, they would basically have made it big; Even if they only managed to snatch a piece of treasure for themselves, it might also allow them to not have to worry about the latter half of their lives, which was immensely beneficial.

“Carlos, wait for me!”

“Look closely at your Battle Pet, I’ll cleave that creature in half with my axe if it keeps charging around like that!”

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Seeing the Church and the various major factions move farther and farther away, the troops and adventurers rushed into the underground tomb. It was utter chaos, with people stepping on each other’s foot and slamming into another person’s shoulder. No one noticed that a dark cloud had appeared in the sky, getting denser and denser, causing the sky to turn increasingly darker; Even more so, no one noticed that the deathly aura released by the underground tomb was getting thicker and thicker.

It was going to be dark and windy, an ideal night for slaughter!

The darker the sky got, the more advantageous it was for the movements of the Corpse Wizard King and the rest of the group.

After the people swarmed into the underground tomb, Yang Ling silently reactivated the Imprisonment Restriction and destroyed the Church’s Holy Light Magical Spell Formation. This way, to the Corpse Wizard King, Scorpion King Ymort and the rest of the group, the entire main camp of the Church was basically defenceless.

In order to successfully complete the mission and find the Teleportation Portal deep within the underground tomb, the Church had sent nearly all of their forces into the tomb, only leaving behind fifty knights and a dozen Spellcasters to defend the camp.

In their hearts, the camp was basically impenetrable with their two Holy Light Magical Spell Formations. No one would be able to infiltrate the camp even if they had only left behind a few hunting dogs, much less now that they had dozens of knights and ten Spellcasters. Unfortunately, they offended the wrong person at the wrong place and the wrong time!

Enveloped by the Corpse Wizard King’s Mind Magic Field, the knights of the Church that were guarding the main entrance of the Church’s camp became drowsy, not waking up even after the purple rat Little Ice bit through their necks; A team of guards patrolling nearby sensed that something was off and had just wanted to head over to take a look at the situation when a bunch of scorpions with sharp pincers suddenly emerged out of the ground. With them catching the soldiers off guard, the scorpions bit through their skin and dug into their bodies.

Ah…

Seeing the terrifying blisters form under their veins, spreading from the base of their leg to their thigh, from their thigh to their abdomen, then straight to their heads, even the knights who had been through hundreds of battles shouted in panic, their eyes filled with fear.

Some of them tried to slice open their skin with their longsword in an attempt to dig out the scorpions that had pierced into their bodies; Some of them cried loudly for help, while a few of the smarter people sprinted straight for the tents of a few high-level Spellcasters… Unfortunately, all of their efforts were for nought, and they were devoured alive by Ymort’s horde of scorpions within the blink of an eye.

In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, the Corpse Wizard King summoned a group of undead knights, instructing them to heavily surround the main camp of the Church. He then seized the time to destroy the Church’s Magical Teleportation Formation, in case the main forces of the other party caught wind of the news and rushed back.

“Undeads, my god, they are all undeads!”

After being startled awake while they were meditating, the Spellcasters of the Church left behind to defend the camp charged out of their tents, then screamed as they saw the undead knights charge toward them filled with bloodlust. One of the Spellcasters instinctively sent out a magical message, but had only managed to say that they spotted a group of undead before falling to the ground, his neck snapped by the speedy purple rat Little Ice.

A perfect surprise attack!

Under the combined attacks of the Corpse Wizard King, Dark Dragon King, Scorpion King Ymort and the rest of the group, the men left behind by the Church to defend the camp were exterminated in the blink of an eye. Perhaps it was because they had moved out in a hurry, or due to them being brought away by the main forces, there were not many treasures left within the main camp. Other than a strange spellbook found on a high-level Spellcaster, the group did not manage to find anything good despite searching for some time.

The spellbook was thin, only contain a dozen pages of paper made by an unknown material. However, it was heavier than a heavy axe wielded by a Bullman warrior. Every page was carved with immaculate symbols. Even the two old monsters that were the Corpse Wizard King and Ymort did not understand the symbols, much less Yang Ling. No one knew which language the symbols belonged to.

If not for the waves of energy ripples coming from the book, if not for its alarming weight, the Corpse Wizard King would not have bothered picking the book up.

That’s weird, could this be a spellbook made out of heavy metals? Otherwise, how could it be this heavy?

Holding the strange spellbook, Yang Ling looked at the pages in confusion. However, he could not find any secrets no matter how hard he tried. Even though he could reproduce the symbols using his extraordinary memory, it was useless if he did not know the meaning behind the symbols.

“Rodriguez, leave behind the undead creatures you summoned and let them be buried along with these people from the Church!” After storing the strange Spellcaster into his Space Ring, Yang Ling picked up a sword held by a knight of the Church and stabbed an undead knight blocking his way, clapping his hands before quickly walking toward the underground tomb.

“Hehehe, alright, you’re really smart!”

Seeing Yang Ling use the weapon of the Church’s knight to kill the undead knight, the Corpse Wizard King had an epiphany, quickly understanding Yang Ling’s intentions. After letting out a loud cackle, he lifted a knight’s sword and killed a dozen undead knights with it, just like Yang Ling had done. He left the rest of the undead knights to their own demise, making it seem as though a group of undead had suddenly charged out of the underground tomb in a frenzy.

This way, the Church would not have grounds to suspect Yang Ling and his group even if they returned to camp, and would only vent their fury onto the undead creatures roaming around the area.

“A dark cloud is above us, boding immense danger. It looks like the underground tomb is perilous indeed!”

Seeing the black cloud on the sky, sensing the deathly aura get increasingly thicker, Yang Ling knit his brows. He put on the Ice-sealing Throne Armor, held the crystal skull on his left hand and raised the Blood Elf Dagger on his right, leading the group as they stepped cautiously into the sinister underground tomb.