I have a Synthesizer

“The distance a necromancer can control their summons is limited. To dare attack a train, they must be at least a second-tier expert.”

But he chose a war of attrition like a skeleton sea, which can only mean his strength isn't strong enough.

So, I've determined that this guy should be relatively weak among second-tier individuals.”

Lilith analyzed the enemy's approximate strength to Klein while exploring forward.

Klein didn't have much combat experience. This valuable practical knowledge can never be learned from books.

“Why are you telling me this? What's your purpose in approaching me?”

Klein finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked.

“I thought you'd keep it bottled up and not ask. As for my purpose, it's simple.”

“Originally, I wanted you to become my subordinate, but later, as you know, you weren't cooperative enough.”

“Now, my purpose is for you to become my partner.”

“Me? A partner? What do you do?”

Klein was a little speechless. How did this woman find him? 'Partner' sounds too unpleasant.

“Klein, you're special. You should know that better than anyone. And I discovered your specialness. I think you're a talent worth cultivating. It's that simple.”

Klein felt a slight chill in his heart.

“Could she have discovered the synthesizer? Impossible.”

However, Lilith's next words dispelled Klein's doubts.

“An arcane mage who can control fel energy, two types of energy, you already have the conditions to become a powerhouse. As for what I do, it's not the time to tell you yet.”

Klein stopped worrying about the 'partner' thing. He had just heard an important piece of information.

“Two types of energy are a condition for becoming a powerhouse? Is that what you mean?”

“I'll say it again, it's too early to ask that now. You'll know in the future.”

Klein wanted to ask more, but Lilith suddenly raised her hand, and Klein immediately focused and stopped.

A gaunt figure stood in front of them, eyes closed in concentration, as if controlling something.

…

“I'm going in. Try to help me, but also watch out for your own safety.”

Lilith simply instructed before sneaking past, leaving Klein looking dumbfounded.

He wanted to call out to Lilith. You're just going in? Isn't there a battle plan or something?

Second-tier! The opponent is a second-tier expert! That first-tier Fire Worship cult leader almost killed him last time.

Necromancer Hector leaned against a tree. Controlling two second-tier creatures was still too much for him.

But it was all worth it. Once he killed these people, he would harvest a large number of practitioner corpses.

Moreover, their souls would be enough to fill a black soul stone.

Once the black soul stone was full, he could complete Jason's mission. Then, he might actually receive a soul stone as a reward.

With his own soul stone, his strength would advance by leaps and bounds. Perhaps he could reach the mid-second tier, or even the high-end second tier.

Hector was imagining a bright future when a rusty iron sword unexpectedly appeared.

Why didn't his warning trap spell work? How did this guy get in?

Although the iron sword was rusty, its powerful force still pierced his chest.

“Why, in this place?”

Hector's body turned to ashes in a burst of bone fire.

Klein was dumbfounded in the distance. It's over already? Lilith is so strong! Too easy, right?

But quickly, he rejected that idea.

“Banshee's Wail!”

A piercing sonic wave appeared from behind Lilith. The impact of this sound wave immediately caused Lilith to lose her balance.

She swayed from side to side, barely managing to grab a tree to steady herself.

As for Klein, because he was further away, the impact wasn't as great.

Lilith glanced at Hector and chuckled softly.

“Bones of the Undying, quite the investment.”

Hector looked at Lilith, his anger reaching its peak. Even now, he couldn't understand why the warning trap was ineffective against this woman.

The Bones of the Undying were exclusive magical equipment for high-level necromancers.

Its ability was to replace the necromancer's body when they received a fatal attack, bearing most of the damage for them.

The value of this life-saving magical equipment was self-evident. Hector had exchanged it for a high-level magical equipment that he couldn't use, which he had obtained by chance.

He didn't expect to use it so easily, which he couldn't accept.

“If my servants were by my side, how could you have had a chance to sneak attack? Now, die, you damned assassin!”

A bone spear appeared in Hector's hand, shooting towards Lilith.

Lilith narrowed her eyes slightly, her lips parting, revealing white teeth that were already turning into fangs.

Klein's bread had too much of an impact on her strength. Originally, a low-level second-tier necromancer...

Even if she was only at the first tier, she wouldn't be this disheveled, but the neutralization of arcane energy made her too weak.

Just as Lilith was about to go berserk, a ball of green flames engulfed the bone spear and shot towards Hector.

“Klein!”

“A warlock?”

Hector turned around in surprise, looking at Klein who was slowly walking towards him, feeling apprehensive.

Warlocks were too troublesome. He now wanted to quickly finish off Lilith, who had lost her combat ability.

“So there's an accomplice. But, a first-tier warlock, seems like a half-baked one, haha.”

“Shadow Bolt!”

Hector fired shadow bolts in two directions with both hands.

One flew towards Lilith, and the other was to block Klein's hellfire spell.

But Klein wasn't a warlock at all, nor was he from this world, and he wouldn't play by the rules.

He wouldn't fight like the conventional warlocks of this world. He also knew how big the gap between himself and a second-tier expert was.

So, as soon as he attacked, he went all out, without reservation.

He emptied his remaining mana in an instant, three consecutive hellfire spells arriving, easily engulfing Hector's shadow bolt.

Klein didn't think that three hellfire spells could easily take care of Hector.

He quickly ran forward, charging straight at Hector. This time, he wouldn't hesitate in the slightest.

When narrow roads meet, the brave win.

Hector watched the three consecutive hellfire spells, having no time to chase down Lilith, and could only raise a shadow barrier to resist.

But the destructive power of fel energy was still too strong. The shadow barrier he used hastily couldn't withstand three shots.

The last hellfire spell accurately hit him.

Necromancers were a very powerful profession. In some cases, necromancers were even more terrifying than warlocks.

But the necromancer's own combat power was very average, even weak.

Far from reaching the level of a warlock who could fight in close combat, at a distance, and summon, a complete hero template, a rogue profession.

“Boom!”

Hellish fel energy shattered Hector's right arm. He endured the burning pain of the fel energy and used a spell to extinguish the hellfire.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Klein's knife was already in front of him.

That's right, Klein's physique was very weak, his speed was slow, his strength was small, he had no combat skills, and he had almost no advantages in close combat.

But that wasn't a problem. If there was a profession weaker than Klein's physique and slower in speed...

It was undoubtedly a necromancer who was entangled in death energy all year round, didn't exercise his body, and was injured.

So, according to the theory of physical relativity, Klein's physical speed and strength suppressed Hector.

With a slash of the knife, Hector's left arm was also cut off by Klein.

Taking another bow step forward, a sure-kill strike went straight for Hector's head.

At the moment of life and death, Hector roared at Klein.

“You deserve to die, warlock, dark curse.”

A black halo erupted from Hector's mouth, descending on Klein's head.

The amulet in Klein's arms shattered instantly. During this time, he didn't pause in the slightest, going forward without hesitation.

At this moment, even if he didn't have an amulet, the knife in his hand would still be swung down, because...

Hesitation means defeat.

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