Chapter 19 (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In the beginning, Kent still had a trace of luck.
He braced himself and moved forward. Necromancers all had special fetishes. Perhaps he had taken a fancy to the female elf and made a move.
If he could rope in a powerful necromancer, the great mage Burton would definitely reward him well.
“Mage Kent greets Senior!”
He bowed deeply. In this continent of magic and combat aura, the strong were respected.
The world was so cruel that as long as one had a big fist, one would have the right to speak.
Facing Kent’s flattery, Chris snorted coldly, his eyes filled with ice.
An imposing aura locked onto him and Kent could not help but exclaim in his heart, cold sweat streaming down his back.
Chris wore the Undead Mask and his entire body was shrouded with dark elements. He was like a demon god from hell that overwhelmed Kent with an overbearing sensation.
The Undead Mask was a reward from the system. Compared to the Elf Queen’s Level 7 Kaiser Bow, there was only a difference of one level.
As long as he wore the Undead Mask, no one would be able to see through him unless they were a saint-level powerhouse.
Other than his hidden abilities, his magic attacks, consumption, and absorption were all enhanced.
“Thank you, Senior, for saving us. We elves thank you, Senior,” Dean said as he cupped his hands respectfully.
The Sacred Continent was a world where the strong were respected and worshipped. Although the one who saved them was a necromancer, the elves would not give different treatments based on different identities.
Grace was grace, and hatred was hatred. An ability to make a clear distinction between grace and hatred was also a characteristic of the elves.
Chris glanced at them and waved his hand gently. A wave of magic elements enveloped the elf team.
They were shocked to find that their injuries were quickly healing under the strong water element.
Not only that, but their strength was also recovering. Even the bottleneck of their previous realms had loosened.
The elves were overjoyed, especially Carol, whose small face was brimming with a happy smile. Her voice was sweet as she thanked Chris.
Watching this scene, Kent’s face turned incredibly gloomy. This stance was obviously aimed at them.
Chris waved his hand and told the elf patrol team to leave.
“Choose how you wish to die!”
A deep voice rumbled. The hunters, led by Kent, felt their hearts tremble.
“Senior, is there a misunderstanding here?” Kent was still struggling.
With their strength, they were not a match for this mysterious person, especially since the other party was a necromancer.
For someone of this level, unless it was their intermediate mage Burton, perhaps he might stand a chance in this battle.
However, he now had a question. Why would this necromancer wearing an Undead Mask help the elves?
In his understanding, death mages were all violent existences. Under the corrosion of the dark elements, they were all psychopaths.
However, the current situation did not allow him to consider it.
Chris flicked his fingers repeatedly, and a few undead spells drilled into the bodies of a few of the hunters. Immediately, a few miserable cries were heard.
“Ah, quickly dodge!”
The flesh and blood of the hunters were devoured, turning them into dry skeletons as they slashed at their own kind.
They had already been assimilated and turned into undead creatures.
Moreover, the black gas was like a plague. As long as they came into contact with it, they would turn into monsters like them.
Soon, other than Kent and Kenley, the rest of the hunters were assimilated and turned into undead creatures.
Chris did not kill them directly. For hunters like them, such horrors were what made them fearful.
When they could not take it anymore, he would slap them to death.
Moreover, Chris had his own thoughts. These people were definitely not hunters. There must be a mastermind behind them.
Chris could follow this line and dig out the mastermind and completely crush their conspiracy.