Chapter 533, I Really Died
Hearing the enemy directly state her name and position—
Shiyali's face instantly changed, panic flashing in her eyes.
She hadn't expected the enemy to be so bold, entering the central district right across from the guild.
Puff~!
As she took half a step back, a dagger pierced through her chest from behind.
A moment of pain was followed by dizziness.
The dagger carried necrotic negative energy, which began corroding her body.
"You're dead. That little elven steward is going to be so heartbroken, hahaha~!"
A hoarse voice spoke, accompanied by a strange laugh.
Shiyali coughed up blood and, enduring the pain, took a short blade from her space ring and slashed behind her.
The ink-black shadow instantly scattered and disappeared.
Shiyali's body then transformed into a spirit deer, leaping a great distance toward the tavern's interior before returning to her original form, clutching her bleeding chest.
The enemy had come specifically for her.
As revenge against Sheila Grey.
The morning incident involving the murdered guards had merely been a tactic to draw the guild's members out.
Bit by bit, they aimed to dismantle the guild and instill fear in everyone.
Then they'd find opportunities to kill the island's inhabitants.
Following what she had learned that morning, she quickly pressed the earpiece she wore while keeping her gaze fixed on the enemy. "The Destiny Sect's necromancer—you're in this tavern directly across from the guild. There are only five of you. Aren't you afraid of being surrounded and killed by the guild?"
As soon as she finished, she continued backing away.
The figures at the door followed her inside.
"I know your movements better than you do."
"Truthfully, when we entered the central district, you weren't our initial target. Blame that guy for hiding all his people so well. I had no choice but to come for you. You're not a bad option either—I don't have an elven undead servant yet."
As he approached—
The necromancer saw fear, helplessness, and despair in the elf's eyes.
He liked those expressions.
The fear of living beings had once been something he feared himself, but no longer.
Just as he prepared to take a step forward—
Tap tap tap~!
Footsteps echoed from all directions.
It sounded like countless people were converging toward this location, the noise audible from afar.
"The guild's reinforcements are here—lots of them. They're at every intersection," someone rushed in, his tone anxious.
The necromancer glanced back at the elf, who was still coughing up blood while holding her wooden bow.
He was curious how she had managed to send the message.
After all, she had been right in front of him the whole time.
The approaching footsteps grew closer, and he ordered, "Kill her. We're leaving."
Swish swish swish~!
The figures behind him sprinted forward, dodging the arrows and rushing toward the elf.
A long sword pierced through her body.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Take care of yourself, sister."
With those words, she collapsed, her blood pooling beneath her.
The necromancer sneered and walked over slowly, preparing to convert the elf's body into an undead servant.
He was quite eager—this corpse, with its exceptional appearance and form, was rare.
Even if converted into a rotting corpse, it would be far more pleasing to the eye than others.
He raised his wooden staff—
Bang bang~!
The windows on both sides shattered.
Amid the flying splinters, skeletons clad in leather armor charged into the room, weapons in hand.
After a brief clash, two of the necromancer's rotting servants had their skulls split open, reverting to corpses.
The necromancer's eyes narrowed as he observed the flames flickering in the skeletons' eye sockets. He was surprised to find such high-level undead here.
They must be close to level 15.
As the skeletons charged again,
The necromancer waved his wooden staff, launching a necrotic light arrow. His remaining two servants also lunged at the skeletons, and the room quickly turned into a chaotic battle.
Meanwhile, cult members rushed in from outside.
"Grand Knight, the guild is closing in fast—there are too many of them!"
The necromancer turned to look outside.
Teams from several directions, accompanied by large groups of skeletons, were converging toward them.
Among them were archers and teams pushing ballistae.
The necromancer felt his heart tighten.
What's going on?
What kind of device or communication spell did they use?
How could they locate us so quickly?
The teams approaching from different directions were clearly the patrolling squads returning.
If they were truly surrounded here, escape would be difficult.
The necromancer quickly scanned the surroundings and, abandoning the corpse in the tavern, led the remaining rotting corpses and cult members outside to face the incoming forces.
Seeing the growing number of guild members, the necromancer's eyes flickered with hesitation and fear. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll hold them off. You all leave and regroup at the previous location."
With that, he waved his long sleeves and wooden staff.
Black, dense clouds gathered in the sky, forming a mist filled with necrotic negative energy.
The fog enveloped the entire area.
It obscured visibility, and any living beings entering the fog began to suffer its corrosive effects.
The cult members quickly scattered and fled in all directions. Sounds of fighting and chaos soon followed.
The entire surrounding area was covered.
The fog obscured vision, and any living beings entering it began to suffer corrosion.
The Destiny Sect members quickly scattered in all directions, followed by the sounds of fighting and chaos.
The noise echoed throughout the entire area.
"He's a necromancer! Kill him!" one squad shouted as they charged into the fog.
Pointing at the black-robed, staff-wielding necromancer, they issued the command loudly.
Behind them, armored skeleton warriors holding weapons surged past the squad members and charged toward the target.
The necromancer quickly scanned the approaching forces, confirming they were low-level squad members and a horde of skeletons.
He sneered and said, "They're really underestimating me."
With a slight wave of his staff—
Arrows of necrotic energy shot out, striking the skeletons' skulls.
The charging skeletons abruptly halted, their soul flames flickering violently. The next second, the blue flames faded into grayish-white.
"You're free now."
Clatter~!
In the next moment, the gray-flamed skeletons suddenly turned and attacked the skeletons following behind them.
Chaos erupted instantly as the once-allied skeletons clashed, hacking and slashing at each other.
The sound of swords clashing and bones breaking echoed through the air.
The noise filled the entire sky.
Meanwhile, the squad members in the rear descended into chaos, with some freezing in place and others twisting their necks backward.
"Help me! I'm possessed by a spectral spirit!"
"My neck hurts! Help me fix it—I don't want to die!"
"Contact the steward and the island master! We can't hold him off!"
Skeletons battled each other, and the squad members were thrown into further disarray.
The necromancer glanced up at the distant sky and slowly retreated into the black fog.
He disappeared from everyone's sight.
...…
Whoosh~!
The sound of something cutting through the air echoed.
Sheila Grey flapped her wings as Wu Heng followed closely behind on his flying carpet.
The radio earpiece crackled with chaotic voices.
"A target is escaping eastward through the alley. Don't let them get away! Hurry!"
"The necromancer's undead minions have been eliminated. No casualties on our side."
"Two enemies in the east alley have been killed."
"We've spotted the necromancer. He can turn skeletons against us, and squad members are being attacked by spectral spirits."
"The target disappeared into the black fog. We're still searching."
"The tavern has been secured. The tavern owner and Assistant Shiyali have no signs of life."
Wu Heng's eyes narrowed as he looked ahead.
He saw Sheila Grey tremble mid-flight, nearly falling from the sky. Her voice was cold. "Surround them completely and kill them at all costs."
"Yes!" the voices on the radio replied in unison.
...…
Nearing the tavern.
The two of them descended from the sky one after the other.
Sheila Grey hurried into the tavern and saw the blood-soaked body lying on the ground. Her eyes widened, and her face turned deathly pale.
She removed the protective charm from her chest and placed it on Shiyali.
Her hands trembling, she took out a healing potion and tried to feed it to her.
The potion, mixed with blood, dripped from Shiyali's mouth onto the floor.
Sheila Grey froze in place, her gaze vacant and lifeless.
Wu Heng landed behind her and quickly approached. After taking one look at Sheila Grey and the body on the ground, his face also turned pale.
"Let me see her!"
Sheila Grey looked up blankly, tears in her eyes. "She didn't even want to come. I shouldn't have let her."
Without a word, Wu Heng cast [Resurrection Spell].
The body remained motionless in Sheila Grey's arms.
There was no response.
Sheila Grey's face grew even paler, and the hope that had just ignited began to fade.
Ugh~!
Suddenly, Shiyali's body convulsed, and she vomited blood mixed with fragments of flesh.
Both of their eyes lit up instantly.
Wu Heng's body moved at high speed, splitting into six identical necromantic clones. One clone quickly took Shiyali's body and cast [Sustaining Life Spell] while feeding her another potion.
The protective clone said, "Prophecy and necromantic clones will stay here to care for Shiyali. Sheila Grey, we need to go catch that necromancer. There will be more incidents like this if we don't."
"Fine. I'm going to kill him," Sheila Grey growled.
After assigning skeletons to guard the area, the group quickly left.
The necromantic clone cradled Shiyali, maintaining the spell while continuously feeding her potions.
Unlike before, when she had no signs of life, she now began to swallow the potions.
Her movements were faint—
But the fact that she could swallow was a good sign.
Healing potions and strengthening potions were poured down her throat one after the other. Whether for Sheila Grey or for their friendship,
Wu Heng didn't want her to die here.
After she had swallowed several potions,
Shiyali slowly opened her eyes. Coughing up blood, she weakly asked, "Wu Heng, you're back?"
"Yes, it's over. We drove him off," Wu Heng replied.
"That's good." Shiyali's pale face managed a weak smile.
Nearby, the prophecy clone cast several [Eagle Eye Spells] around the tavern before dragging the tavern owner's corpse out from behind the counter.
The owner's neck had been twisted backward, showing he had been collateral damage.
"See if you can revive him," the prophecy clone suggested.
Cough cough~!
Shiyali coughed violently and asked in surprise, "Why are there two of you? I must really be in bad shape."