Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Alaye is known as the magic capital and miracle city.

A huge floating magic tower standing above the city is looming in the clouds. The pure white stone tower reflects dazzling light under the sunlight.

This is the headquarters of the Spellcaster Union, known as the iconic magic building of the Sky Domain.

As one of the three chiefs of the Supreme Council of the Union, Kemo Sarath does not often come here to work on weekdays. The chief of the Council is just an honorary position. The real responsible for handling daily complicated affairs is actually the Department of Magic Affairs, the Department of Combat Defense, the Department of Academic Research and the Department of External Affairs set up under the Council.

Alaye has a law prohibiting any spellcaster from using flying magic at will in the city, but this does not limit legendary spellcasters like Kemo Sarath - the short-distance teleportation magic with the help of plane flash is not strictly considered flying with the wind.

On the pure white stone steps in front of the Sky Domain Mage Tower, the space suddenly distorted slightly, and the next second, the figure of Kemo Salas in a simple mage robe appeared directly on the stairs.

He ignored the spellcasters around him, bowed to him subconsciously, lifted the hem of his robe and walked towards the gate of the tower in two steps.

There were countless strange and mysterious patterns painted on the gate of the Sky Domain Tower, and a strange human face without eyes was engraved as a relief in the middle of the gate. When Kemo Salas approached the gate, the face suddenly trembled slightly, and then exaggeratedly piled up a flattering smile.

"Respected Lord Sarath, welcome to the Sky Region today. Lord Dawson has arrived before you and is waiting for you in the lounge on the top floor..."

Saras interrupted the pupilless face's long opening speech expressionlessly, "Enzo, please shut up! Open the door for me!"

The face called Enzo laughed dryly and silently manipulated the huge metal door to slowly open.

The legendary spellcaster walked in without hesitation, his steps were much more hurried than usual. Today, he took the initiative to invite the other two chiefs to come to the Sky Region to discuss matters. There was no reason for him to be late and make the other party wait.

I took the small teleportation array specially set up in the tower to the top floor. Under the guidance of the waiter, I just opened the door of the lounge and heard two voices arguing from inside.

Saras frowned and knew that his two colleagues were arguing about some academic issues that were like Arabian Nights.

And when one of them couldn't come to Alayye in person, they were still arguing fiercely from a distance.

In the lounge, a short old man was standing in front of a full-length mirror inlaid with silver carvings, spitting and expounding his views.

In the ordinary full-length mirror, a middle-aged man in a black robe sitting at a desk was shown. He frowned and rolled his eyes, trying to interrupt the short old man's long speech, but he resisted.

"Dawson, Gallagher, I'm here!" Saras stepped forward and greeted him directly, helping the black-robed man in the mirror.

"Ha! Saras, you're finally here. I'm so annoyed by Dawson. He just tinkers with his useless research topic all day long, and he wants to drag me down with him..." The black-robed man in the mirror showed a happy expression on his face, and quickly stood up and stuck to the mirror, showing a smiling face through a thin layer of silver-coated glass.

The short old man called Dawson had a rather funny red rosacea nose and a slightly sparse hair on his head. He heard the sarcasm in the black-robed man's words and immediately cursed in anger.

"Useless research topic? Who do you say is useless? My research direction has the opportunity to create a new school of magic. Humph, you two may never achieve it in this lifetime..."

As he roared excitedly, the saliva from his mouth splashed on the mirror, scaring the black-robed man backing away repeatedly, as if he didn't want to be hurt by the other party's saliva splashing through the glass.

Saras interrupted speechlessly: "Okay, let's discuss your research topic later. I didn't call you here today for academic debate!"

He slowly sat on the soft sofa, took a sip of the black tea prepared by the waiter in advance, and then started to get to the point.

"The secret report from Black Rock City last night was sent in advance by someone you arranged, Gallagher?"

The man in the mirror nodded, "Yes, my spy in the Evil Moon Mine obtained the information at the first time. After confirming the authenticity of the information, I immediately wrote to inform you."

He paused, and added with a complicated look: "Since I am not sure whether it is really that mysterious existence who made the move, I dare not send you a message directly through the forum, fearing that the news will leak out in advance..."

The man in black robe is one of the three chiefs of the Federation, the legendary arcane mage Wes Gallagher, and the "Shadow Knight" who was personally recommended and invited to the Spellcaster Forum by Sarath.

The other chief, Soren Dawson, is actually a member of the forum, but he was just recommended to join by the Shadow Knight a month ago. He currently has no right to speak and can only listen in.

"Don't worry about leaking the news. I have confirmed directly with Mr. Turing that it was indeed Him who made the move..."

As soon as Sarath said this, the other two immediately fell into a brief silence.

"A mysterious existence in the magic web plane can instantly cross the plane and kill a high-level bloodline knight, as well as dozens of intermediate-level judges and priests guarding him..."

"I asked myself that I couldn't do it easily. Even if I could kill the other party, it would always take some effort, take some time, and I would definitely expose my identity..." Gallagher sighed with a complicated expression.

As a legendary arcane spell caster, the magic genre he majored in is a rather unpopular shadow magic. And as the only chief of the three chiefs of the Federation, even he felt that he couldn't clean it up. If you handle this incident neatly, it really means that there is indeed a certain difficulty.

The legendary combat mage's high-ring attack magic is indeed extremely powerful, but the premise is that he needs to let him act and use the attack without any difference. As long as he has become famous for his long time, he will do it easily. The self-created high-ring magic will immediately reveal his true identity, and it is difficult to cover it up.

"It's no problem to use your Shadow Storm to directly flatten the Evil Moon Mining area, but those civilians are probably not spared. Fortunately, Mr. Turing is willing to take action and has also cleared us up." Dawn is rare I agree with Gallagher's point of view, but the facts are right in front of me.

He is a typical old-school research-type spellcaster, and letting him solve the dispute in the Evil Moon Mining area is more troublesome than Gallagher. After all, he is not very good at high-ring attack magic, and the most powerful "Daun" The Soul-Gaining Technique is also an indiscriminate attack that is almost indiscriminate.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Saras sighed, "Okay, since the news shows that the problem has been solved perfectly, we don't have to repeat the solution we discussed countless times before. None of the three of us can take action. This is an established fact."

"The problem now is that the other party made a very strange request to my previous commitment, and I did not agree immediately, but to avoid angering that gentleman, we need to discuss a result as soon as possible."

"One of them wants to join the Federation in anonymous form...and wants to get a licensing license to access magic research literature, and also have the right to publish research literature."

Dawn was stunned for a moment and asked with a strange expression: "What? Read the literature and publish the paper? He... or they, the purpose of helping us, is this?"

Gallagher also interrupted in disbelief in the mirror: "Any current caster in the Federation with higher authority can obtain these rights. This... isn't that worth it, right?"

Salas nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, I find it strange, but I really can't figure out what the meaning is. After all, the other party is not ours. Although we have never shown any malice in the past, we should still be wary of what may exist. conspiracy……"

Dawn couldn't help but sneer and said self-deprecatingly, "What? Do you think the outdated knowledge and old-fashioned magic that the Federation cherishes is worth the other party to pay this price to plagiarize? Humph, think about their methods and kill a few of them. The demon-killer is as easy as killing a few flies..."

Saddas sighed lightly, and he felt that his thoughts were too sensitive and stressful, "What about Gallagher? What do you think?"

The legendary battle mage in black robe thought for a moment and replied cautiously: "I reluctantly agree with Dawn's view. With their abilities and ranks, I'm afraid they didn't really come for the Federation itself. We are all very It is clear that those so-called precious documents and magic research papers piled in the sky and sky towers are probably not worth mentioning in the eyes of ancient wise races."

The short-lived species like humans rely on the magic path to move forward, which is far less than the amount of knowledge accumulated by ancient races with a long life span of thousands of years. The only advantage they can gain is actually the courage to change and seek knowledge. The fanaticism is the real bargaining chip that human spell casters can stand at the top of the magic tower on the continent.

"I heard that some secret ancient races love to observe and record various historical fragments and knowledge that are submerged in the long river of time... This gentleman who wants to join us, even the code name is called the observer, is probably really a human being. As its name suggests, it is an ancient existence with special hobbies…”

The three legendary spellcasters looked at each other and finally reached a consensus on this issue.

Agree that this mysterious gentleman named Neumann, who joined the Spellcasters Federation in anonymous form, was unanimously authorized by the three chiefs to allow him to access the magic research literature collected and preserved in the Federation, and at the same time, he also granted him the Have the right to publish research literature.

In the hundreds of years since the establishment of the Federation, the first honorary member who only enjoys rights and does not need to fulfill his obligations has been officially born.