Arcane Journey

Chapter 118 Flying Wings Night Shadow
The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds rolling in.

Outside Mokou Town, somewhere in a mysterious basement.

The black-robed woman standing on the altar suddenly shook her whole body, then opened her eyes suddenly, and said coldly, "The blocking magic circle has been broken, and the flying wing night shadow has successfully descended, ready to go!"

The black-robed woman looked around at the subordinates under the altar, a red tide of anger flashed in her narrowed eyes.

"Miss Natasha."

A burly dark knight looked at her cautiously, lowered his head and said respectfully:
"The magic circle that isolates the teleportation spell is obviously aimed at us. Tonight's action, I think it would be a bit inappropriate to go again at this time."

"Of course I know this." The black-robed woman called Natasha heard the words, her face was covered with frost, and her voice was icy cold, "That's why I have to go."

She had no choice but to go, her long-planned plan had failed like this, she couldn't bear it, let alone the loss of thirty men, it was hard for her to swallow this anger.

These people are all her confidantes, a team that she spent resources to cultivate at the cost of dedicating all her beliefs to the Lost Lady.

Now, they were all destroyed in the trap she set. She had to let the people of Mokou Town understand what the anger from the City of Shadows was.

Although among the troops sent by the High King, the person in charge of attacking Mokou Town and the Kingdom of Cormyr was her father and the spokesperson of the High King, Hajhorner.

But she knew his father too well, her own father who was so indifferent that he had no feelings at all, he couldn't be interested in anything except magic knowledge.

Even after returning to the main material world, she still rarely saw him leave her laboratory, let alone the city of Sultanza.

He even hinted at her intentionally or unintentionally, try not to get involved in the struggle in the material world.

This is naturally impossible for her.

Because if she didn't join the Supreme King's plan for the material world, how could she get the attention of the Supreme King, get the favor of the Lost Lady, and quickly improve her strength.

What made her hate the most was that his father gave all the ritual of transforming into a ghost and the opportunity to go to the Tower of Karthus to study in the Tower of Karthus, which was bestowed by the High King himself, to her sword mage sister instead of taking office in Netheril. Arcanist himself.

In the city of Sultansa, the status of the Arcanist has always been above everything else, even the Shadow Guard Assassin who advanced from the Sword Mage cannot compare with him.

The Tower of Karthus is the holy place in every Arcanist's heart.

It not only records all the arcane knowledge left by the High King when he served Karthus as an assistant during the most glorious time of the Netheril Empire.

There are also several Nether scrolls that took dozens of centuries to collect.

And she, as the shadow instructor and priest of the Lost Lady, can't survive the erosion of shadow energy with only a human body. She must transform into a ghost person as soon as possible.

This is the path every Netherese arcanist must take.

Therefore, when the spokesperson of the Supreme King, Hajhorna, rewarded her with the ghost ceremony and asked her to take down Mokou Town as quickly as possible.

Even though she knew in her heart that this vicious supreme hand was using her, she nodded and agreed without hesitation.

Although it is said that if one wants to transform into an ordinary ghost, one can successfully complete the transformation ritual developed by the Netheril Arcanist by spending a little resources, but the ghost transformation ritual bestowed by the High King himself is extraordinary.

This is the highest transformation ritual that incorporates the essence of shadow, allowing her to greatly enhance the magic and divine arts she releases in the dark and shadowy realm.

She will never let go of this opportunity and must win Mokou Town.

Moreover, in the battle just now, she had already checked out the general strength of all the enemies in the banquet hall through her phantom clone in advance.

She didn't think that these people could stop the coming of her true self and the flying winged night shadow summoned from the shadow plane at a huge price.

Except for the weak half-elf wizard and the stunned blue warrior with magic equipment, which surprised her, no one else could threaten her safety at all.

Before setting off, Hajhorner, the Hand of the High King, had told her in advance that although the female lord of Araby City had been paying attention to the situation in Mokou Town, she never dared to leave the range of her mage tower.

Obviously, this female lord is no match for the Hand of the High King at all. If she dares to do this, she will undoubtedly be killing herself.

And the group of nosy voter whores in Shadow Valley are stared at by the five shadow princes, playing games of hiding and hiding, interfering with their attention.

Because Hajhorner had veiled her that the Lady of the Lost had sent an oracle.

In the near future, the magic net will be completely torn apart, and the shadow magic net will replace it, the spellcaster who controls the entire world.

This plan has obviously reached the most critical moment.

Otherwise, the Supreme King would not have handed over the authority of the city of Sultanza to the Eldest Prince to manage, but he himself disappeared mysteriously.

"Start the sacrificial ceremony. We have disappointed the Lost Lady once tonight, and we must not disappoint the goddess a second time." Natasha said coldly.

In an instant, the dark basement echoed with a degenerate prayer carol.

A group of ragged human slaves with dull eyes and filthy bodies and faces were escorted to the altar and prostrated at their feet.

The priestesses in black robes immediately cut the victim's throat with a dagger, and the blood flowed along the strange formation, seeping into the formation of the altar bit by bit.

Evil energy fluctuations spread.

"boom!"

The destructive aura from the darkness spewed out like substance, permeating the air.

Looking at the scene in front of her, a sneer appeared on the corner of Natasha's mouth, and she felt a burst of joy for no reason.

This reminded her of the most important ritual 'Lady's Kiss' she saw for the first time for all priests.

It was a ritual that lasted all night and ended with a horrific killing spree.

After capturing Mokou Town, she must build an Ancient Night Temple in this town, and hold a kiss ceremony to please the lost goddess at the cost of half the town's population.

She wants those who resist to understand.

In the face of absolute strength, any resistance is so pale and powerless.

…………

The entire banquet hall became darker and darker, and the sparkling crystal chandeliers also lost their fire, disappearing in the dark environment.

Brian stared at the ceiling, and suddenly his pupils shrank to the size of a pinprick.

He suddenly saw that what surrounded the entire hall turned out to be a super-large shadow creature.

He observed silently. If the spread wings were not counted, the body of this shadow creature was at least a hundred meters in size.

With the vision of his own elven blood, he could barely make out the outlines of creatures.

"Flying Wing Yeying, it turns out to be this kind of interplanetary shadow creature." Brian was slightly startled, and took a light breath.

A winged nightshade is a powerful undead blend of equal parts darkness and pure evil, resembling a giant bat made of pure darkness.

Their chilling resentment hung thickly about them, and there was a smell of open tombs on a winter morning.

"Affected by 'blasphemy aura'!"

"Will saving throw in progress."

"Will save successful!"

"You successfully saved the panic effect of the 'blasphemy aura'!"

"You successfully saved the trembling effect of 'Profane Aura'!"

…………

For a moment.

Brian suddenly felt that a pair of eyes full of evil were watching him, and the trembling feeling brought by that feeling made him feel as if he had fallen into a bone-chilling icy lake.

Fortunately, his strong will resistance exempted Flying Wing Yeying's own group deterrent ability.

But others aren't so lucky.

At least half of the soldiers in the entire hall were stunned by the majesty of an adult dragon, lying on the ground trembling, and those with a little lower will even ran around like headless chickens.

"All gather towards me!"

In the darkness, the paladin, whose body was shining with the light of the Holy Spirit, shouted to everyone.

——"Aura of kindness!"

——"Aura of Courage!"

Immediately afterwards, the light around the paladin became more dazzling, and even dispelled all the darkness within 10 feet of him.

The soldiers were shocked by Feiyi Yeying's 'blasphemy aura', and when they saw the dazzling paladin, they all ran towards each other as if they had grasped the last hope.

- "Supernatural Ability: Summon Undead!"

Flying Wing Yeying hovering on the ceiling screamed strangely, and light arrays emitting evil negative energy emerged on the ground.

Accompanied by gusts of bone-chilling energy pervading the air, various undead creatures such as shadows, bound spirits, and resentful souls from the shadow plane were summoned.

The warriors who had recovered from the tremors swung their weapons with flames again, and fought against the undead creatures.

"Jie Jie"

On the chaotic battlefield, strange screams sounded.

Flying Wing Night Shadow hovering on the ceiling flapped its wings and swooped down suddenly with a piercing scream. The huge figure instantly covered the three soldiers who were fleeing in fear.

Its lantern-sized blood-red eyes exude the purest hatred and desire for life and death.

"what!!!"

The three soldiers couldn't dodge in time, and the moment they were enveloped, they let out horrific screams.

In a moment, they were sucked dry of life energy by Feiyi Yeying's supernatural ability "magic absorption", turning them into three shriveled corpses.

Flying Wing Yeying let out a pleasant and strange scream, flapped the illusory bat wings, turned around, flew to the ceiling, and prepared for the second dive,
"Evil dead, your opponent is here, prepare to be reduced to nothing!" Two golden flames suddenly jumped out of the majestic eyes of the paladin.

His pure holy energy instantly attracted Feiyi Yeying's attention.

Accompanied by a strange and piercing scream, the huge flying wing night shadow, like a black cloud covering the sky and covering the sun, exudes suffocating negative energy, rushing towards the paladin.

The warriors who had gathered around the paladin fled in terror.

——"Supernatural Ability: Smash Evil!"

The paladin who had no fear on his face shouted loudly, then raised his long sword and slashed down hard.

The long sword burning with sacred flames cut into Feiyi Yeying's body as easily as cutting a cream cake.

Then the violent holy energy erupted in Ye Ying's body, instantly devouring the struggling and howling souls of the dead.

Flying Wing Yeying screamed enough to pierce eardrums, and the turbulent negative energy roared through the hall like thunder.

"boom!"

The paladin, who was covered in holy light, was hit straight.

His body flew back and up like an arrow from the string, hit the wall, and then slid down, spurting a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"Your Excellency Brian, what should we do?" Knight Zander came to Brian from the darkness and said worriedly.

Obviously, in his opinion, this uninvited paladin did not bring him any sense of security.

He saw that the newly appointed lord, under the protection of Lando and the elf mage, was rapidly imprinting an obscure magic circle on the ground.

When the last procedure of the magic circle was completed, Brian got up and was about to speak when a black shadow suddenly flashed across his vision.

A humanoid body as tall as an ogre, floating off the ground, suddenly appeared in front of him, staring at him coldly.

"Everyone must die!"

The incorporeal creature whistled in a proficient common language. This was a voice that seemed to come from the Fallen Shadow Netherworld, cold and biting.

Fear of chestnut binding spirit!

Wraiths are incorporeal creatures created by evil and darkness. Their appearance can hold weapons and wear armor, because this is the form of Wraiths in life.

And the dread-bound spirit is the lord of the ethnic group, hidden in the forgotten temple, or the depths of the ancient ruins, the oldest and most terrifying binding spirit.

They are a kind of incorporeal form formed by malicious condensation, full of negative energy.

And it only appears in the world, passing through a piece of land at will, it can turn the nearby plants black and wither, and the animals will also flee because of its existence.

Even a lackluster flame is consumed by the wraith's dreadful unconscious energy drain.

Almost at the moment when the chestnut binding spirit drank coldly, Brian had already taken out the legendary weapon 'Dawnbringer'.

——"Flame Strike!"

He signaled everyone to step back quickly and directly activate the magic of the weapon.

"boom!"

A vertical column of sacred light, accompanied by a deafening roar, descended from the sky.

The scorching flames mercilessly enveloped Fearful Felix's body, made a whistling sound, melted into a puff of smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

Brian stretched out his finger, and a soul spar that was about to fall to the ground fell into his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he put away his weapon, took out his staff, and slammed it on the ground, and a golden light suddenly burst out from the magic circle he had arranged.

This light is like some kind of mysterious trigger.

With bursts of bangs, on the four walls of the entire banquet hall, the obscure runes that were etched at an unknown time flowed bright luster, bursting out into a bright golden glow.

This dazzling brilliance was like a raging tide, repelling the darkness like a broken bamboo, and reflected the entire hall like daylight.

The body of Feiyi Yeying shrouded in golden light was like raw meat thrown into a frying pan, making a sizzling sound, and the phantom gradually became dim in the rising smoke.

"My strength has been restored!" A warrior who fought against the shadow, wielding a flaming scimitar, chopped him to death, and shouted to his companions in surprise.

"Mine has also recovered, and I feel that my breathing has become much easier." Another companion took a deep breath and immediately explained his condition.

Immediately, the soldiers in the entire hall followed the golden light to disperse the darkness, their morale on the brink of collapse suddenly rose, and they began to fight back against the group of undead creatures screaming in pain in the magic circle.

"It turned out to be a large anti-evil magic circle. It seems that they have already prepared for it!"

The paladin, who had struggled to get up from the ground, looked in shock at the calm-looking half-elf wizard holding a staff, and whispered to himself.

Then, he sat against the wall, grinned and straightened his broken ribs, held the holy emblem, and began to heal his injuries with peace of mind.

"I see!"

Knight Zander looked at Brian with admiration, and immediately understood why the newly appointed lord asked his cousin to help him collect so many materials.

Obviously, he had anticipated this situation long ago.

Thinking of this, the heart that he had been hanging from the beginning to the end began to slowly let go.

Not far away, the half-elf poet Ellend looked at Brian thoughtfully, and then put down the hand that was about to be raised.

Then, he suddenly discovered the abnormality of the flying wing night shadow on the ceiling.

"Be careful, get out of the way!" The half-elf poet's expression changed, and he hurriedly issued a loud reminder.

——"Supernatural Ability: Finger of Death!"

The scarred Flying Wing Yeying screamed viciously, and a heart-throbbing blood-red ray shot out from its mouth, aiming at Brian.

When Flying Wing Yeying locked the target on himself, the 'warning' feature attached to the purple dragon seal ring worn by Brian instantly issued a death alarm to him.

Thinking of the characteristics of Flying Wing Yeying, he naturally guessed the deadly attack that the other party would release next.

——"Death Barrier!"

Just when the blood-red ray was about to hit him, a milky white barrier suddenly appeared from the magic scroll that Brian tore open, offsetting the fatal attack.

"Death Barrier" belongs to the four-ring divine spell of priests and paladins.

Out of his understanding of the spellcasters in the City of Shadows, he had already asked for several of these life-saving scrolls from the stone giant Hegram in advance.

Seeing Brian's unhurried look, Elend secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but also felt embarrassed.

Because of the yelling just now, he felt like a fool.

However, when he thought that his task this time could be completed so smoothly, he looked at Brian's back and couldn't help showing a smile.

At the same time, the doubts in my heart were also solved.

"Everyone, let's work together to destroy this flying wing night shadow!"

The paladin who recovered from his injuries quickly stood up, looked at the undead creature clinging to the shadow of the ceiling like a bat, and suggested to everyone.

"The winged night shadow will be handed over to you." Brian glanced at the uninvited paladin and said to him, "We have more difficult enemies to deal with."

The paladin was stunned, subconsciously looking around the empty surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, a dark teleportation circle appeared in the corner of the hall.

As the teleportation light dissipated, the paladin saw that Priest Shar, who had been wiped out by the half-elf wizard, appeared again with five dark guards who disgusted him.

The moment Natasha stepped out of the magic circle, a hot golden light floated across her cheeks, causing her to subconsciously raise her hands to cover her face.

When she saw the Flying Wing Night Shadow that she summoned from the Shadow Plane, tremblingly hiding in the shadow of the ceiling, her expression suddenly became ugly.

(End of this chapter)