The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The Bone Demon God cultivates the self, emphasizing the power of the individual. However, they can also interact with creatures of the undead world, making them capable summoners.

The biggest difference between summoned creatures and those native to a world is that they are slightly weaker in both strength and constitution. After all, they are summoned beings, and the laws of the two worlds are different. They are far less powerful than undead creatures refined in this world, which is why many prefer to refine them here rather than summon them.

Necromancers, who can summon on a large scale, with multiple troop types, and over a wide area, once caused great panic on the continent. Their indiscriminate slaughter and use of powerful corpses to create zombies and skeletons once provoked resistance from everyone. Therefore, modern necromancers have become black mages, afraid to come out into the open.

Someone like Dorre, who cultivates the Bone Demon God, would also not like to summon undead to fight, as it would greatly affect his public image.

Having obtained the coordinates, Dorre planned to try it out later and play around with summoning the undead.

After entering the mist, Dorre glanced around and found that the scene before him had not changed. It was as if nothing had happened, still that misty expanse, still those two huge, imposing statues, still the guardians blocking the way.

This time, Dorre decided to change his approach. Since this sect focused on mental power and the dark element, he wanted to see if he could deceive them.

Thinking of this, he and Old Venom prepared themselves to charge again.

Without the Wizard's Tower, some things were really difficult to do. Dorre was a little frustrated, having lost so many Necro-Corpse Worms and still unable to enter the gate. It was really not worth it.

He transformed his aura to be closer to that of the guardians, using several Necro-Corpse Worms as probes.

However, when the Necro-Corpse Worms approached, the guardians still detected something and began to release that green poisonous gas. The Necro-Corpse Worms struggled against the poisonous gas, unable to move forward.

This plan failed again.

Dorre and Old Venom exchanged a look, realizing that a direct assault was still necessary.

Thinking of this, Dorre's expression turned serious. He said, "Don't rush. Gather more information first. I'll collect some of that poisonous gas first. Also, besides the poisonous gas, what else is there?"

He took out a staff, his mind racing.

Old Venom nodded. "Besides the poisonous gas, if you get too close to the gate, there's also a kind of black bug crawling on the ground inside the guardians' bodies. It should be a mutated form of scarab beetle, level five alchemical equipment. It can bite a chunk out in one bite, and its resistance to magic and poison is extremely strong. That's why I wanted to bring you along."

Dorre blinked, puzzled.

A mutated scarab beetle?

Scarab beetles were also a powerful type of insect in ancient times, but they were not listed as one of the Ten Great Ancient Strange Insects because of their limitations. They could only be cultivated to level five, and they only had physical attack capabilities, not magical attack capabilities.

In ancient times, some lesser wizards often used them for self-defense and ambushes, but in the eyes of higher-level wizards, these things were of little use.

A mutated form? They've cultivated them to level six?

Dorre thought for a moment and said, "Let's try to collect some, or find another way."

Old Venom nodded, his expression solemn. "Then I'll start bombarding them. Although the guardians have strong magic resistance, they're not invincible. It'll just take some time."

Dorre nodded. As long as they weren't level seven, the two of them could grind down a guardian that couldn't move at will.

Thinking of this, he controlled the Necro-Corpse Worms, releasing corpse poison to confront the opponent.

At this time, he signaled to Old Venom that he could begin, then retreated to the side, preparing to study the composition of the poisonous gas.

Although the two had already fought once against the guardians and once against an unknown person, their magic power loss was not significant. At this time, they were full of fighting spirit, ready to show their skills.

At this moment, Old Venom's attack began. With a wave of his hand, his magic power surged, and dozens of light spheres appeared from his body, strung together, flying forward together. Then, these light spheres reappeared around him, forming various forms of weapons: swords, spears, hammers, simulating various shapes. Only then did Dorre realize that this guy's attack method was really simple.

It couldn't really be said to be simple, but rather that his magic power attribute was inclined towards a single form, rather than being as diverse as Dorre's, who possessed multiple attack methods.

Although Old Venom's witchcraft was not pure, the magic power he cultivated tended towards a unified and fixed type, rather than a variable type. His magic power looked simple, but in terms of power, it was still relatively strong.

After the light spheres flew over, the guardians also sensed the threat. Two beams of energy shot out from their eyes, fiercely firing at the various energy light spheres in front.

The energy beams collided with the energy light spheres, quickly emitting sizzling and slight explosion sounds. The light spheres shattered one by one, and the energy shot out, scattering into the surrounding world.

At the same time, Old Venom's other attacks arrived. Small white snakes attacked the guardians from all directions. For a time, the guardians were completely covered in energy.

Boom boom boom.

The guardians were covered in a thick layer of energy, and the surrounding poisonous gas spread out, fighting against the energy. However, faced with the overwhelming witchcraft attacks, their means of retaliation seemed a little inadequate.

Old Venom had obviously been here more than once, and he was very familiar with the guardians' changes. The energy light spheres constantly changed, bombarding the weak points on the guardians' bodies. Before long, the temperature on the guardians' bodies began to rise continuously.

This was because the energy in the surrounding magic array was constantly replenishing the guardians' bodies, causing the guardians' energy to overload and the temperature to rise.

After all, they were not real people, but products of the combination of matter and witchcraft.

Dorre used the Necro-Corpse Worms to begin analyzing the poison.

With just a slight analysis, he understood the general composition of the poison. These toxins were very old, and many of their properties had changed, but overall, they were a mixture of alkaline toxins and heavy metal toxins, with considerable power. If ordinary level six warriors were contaminated with this energy, their battle aura would soon be burned through, their armor corroded, and the effects would be felt on their physical bodies.

Dorre didn't have the corresponding materials to prepare an antidote on the spot, but as long as he generally knew its composition, he could take targeted precautions.

After finding some things in his own bottles and jars and making some things on the spot, Dorre thought about dealing with scarab beetles.

Compared to the Necro-Corpse Worms, the scarab beetles were slightly stronger, so he wasn't worried about them. What he was worried about was Old Venom's side.

After preparing a method to counteract the poison, ten minutes had passed. At this time, Old Venom was already going all out, like a human-shaped cannon, attacking the guardians for a full ten minutes without even panting.

Seeing this, Dorre said to Tom, "Alright, let me take over. I can't refine an antidote to the poison, but I used another method. Just apply this stuff to your clothes."

He casually threw a jar to Old Venom, the jar containing what he had just refined.

Old Venom's movements didn't stop at all. He reached out and grabbed the jar, then gently opened it.

A foul smell rushed to his nose.

He looked at it with disgust, black and sticky, like a puddle of mud. "Are you sure this stuff will work?"

Dorre had already started applying it to himself at this time. He just glanced at it and stopped talking, spreading it on his body.