Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Millennium Corpse King

With the release of this chapter, we bid farewell to the New Book Chart. Little Black must strive even harder now.

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The six figures attacking from outside the courtyard were precisely the six powerhouses from Departure City, with Xu Wen and his two companions close behind. The golden wheel of blazing wind was unleashed by He Chen.

Under the cover of the “Breath Concealment Pill,” the group deceived the necromancer’s mental scan with the power of the highest third-star level, passing through unimpeded and launching a sudden assault within the courtyard!

Caught off guard, a hint of panic finally appeared on the necromancer’s face...

Boom!

A layer of black-gray, sturdy, multicolored elemental shield materialized between him and the six attackers, the cost of which was forcibly interrupting a nearly completed spell.

Bang!

Sharp as the golden wheel of blazing wind was, it was no match for the depth of the mage’s defensive magic. The sudden strike proved fruitless, merely sparking against the elemental shield and causing it to tremble slightly, but leaving it intact.

Yet, faced with the onslaught of six advanced warriors, the elemental shield was clearly less effective...

As the shield appeared, battle techniques of various attributes and colors shot fiercely toward the necromancer—seeing Xu Wen’s words confirmed and the necromancer alive, the six unleashed their strongest surprise attacks!

The elemental shield was instantly shredded!

Three sword lights followed, flashing across the necromancer’s form at lightning speed.

“?”

The attacks hit their mark, yet all six sensed something amiss at the same moment—the necromancer was not split in two, his body emitting a metallic clang as if hardened!

Damn!

The six instinctively sensed danger approaching. Looking up, they saw the necromancer—his ugly, aged face suddenly twisted into a mocking, sinister sneer. With a swift motion, he raised his necromancer’s staff, inlaid with the skull of an unknown magical beast, pointing its hollow eyes and nose toward them. A torrent of black smoke erupted, forming a ghostly visage that lunged for the two in front.

A shrill scream rang out—their battle aura could not withstand the necromancer’s black smoke. Their faces decayed at a terrifying speed, exposing bone in an instant. Dropping their weapons, they clutched their faces and collapsed, their cries extinguished within moments.

“A Millennium Corpse King! This fiend has actually fused with a Millennium Corpse King.”

Hidden in the shadows, Xu Wen felt chills race through him.

Clearly, the necromancer before them had transformed himself into something non-human, advancing his power through forbidden means. The fusion with the Millennium Corpse King had cost him his natural lifespan, turning him into a creature neither fully human nor fully corpse. Though his rank was at least a tier below entities such as a “Lich,” his strength was absolutely at the seven-star pinnacle!

The Millennium Corpse King possessed two abilities...

One was its physical defense—even facing battle masters of the same level, it could withstand for a time.

The other was the ghostly face formed from black smoke just now, refined from the corpse poison of the Millennium Corpse King itself. Incredibly toxic, ordinary battle aura and defensive magic were powerless against it, able to dissolve any living matter instantly! Its sole drawback was a limited radius, suitable only for short-range attacks.

No wonder the necromancer dared send all his undead guards away—truly cunning. Even if someone broke through their blockade, even if seven-star sword master Helian Quan approached personally, caught unawares, he would likely suffer a grievous loss.

With two dead, the remaining four, furious and shocked, retreated over ten meters, finally escaping the reach of the necromancer’s black smoke...

“Everyone, be careful! His attack range is limited!”

“Let’s use mid-range battle techniques together!”

The Snow Warrior’s fists instantly crystallized, frost radiating outward. With a low shout, two icy, shining fists shot toward the necromancer like cannonballs.

The other three followed suit, unleashing mid-range battle techniques from a distance. Three types of battle aura, each a different color and attribute, hurtled toward the necromancer.

Even with the protection of an iron corpse body, the pain and force of these attacks were unavoidable. The necromancer staggered back repeatedly, clearly aiming to escape the range of their attacks.

“Trying to run?”

“Stay where you are!”

Seeing the necromancer stripped of defensive magic and pushed to the brink, the four Snow Warriors regained their confidence, vengeance for their fallen comrades surging within them. They continued their relentless mid-range bombardment, failing to notice the hint of mockery and malice flickering in the necromancer’s eyes as he retreated.

As the four crossed over the two corpses in the courtyard, the dead suddenly twitched and sprang upright, grabbing discarded weapons and thrusting swords at the unsuspecting warriors from behind.

Two of them were about to fall when a golden wheel of blazing wind descended from above, slicing through the corpses at incredible speed, reducing them to four pieces, limp and powerless on the ground.

The necromancer spat a mouthful of black blood, glaring venomously at a young man outside the courtyard—direct control over undead bodies with spiritual power meant that any attack inflicted minor damage on the caster.

So close!

Had that magic been delayed a moment, he could have easily finished off the four before him.

If the young man hadn’t been a fire mage, given his mental power and the opponent’s physical strength, he wouldn’t have failed so thoroughly.

A flash of cruelty in his eyes, he was about to act when the battle in the neighboring courtyard suddenly changed!

Deprived of the necromancer’s direct command, the pressure from the undead guards lessened. Helian Quan and his group held their ground, finally giving the seven-star mage a chance to cast a spell and destroy two undead guards in one blow.

At the same time—

“Loose the arrows!”

Hundreds of black, iron-like arrows rained from the distant streets, clattering with a wild roar. The surprise attack, equivalent to a four-star physical assault, drove the unprepared necromancer to the ground!

And that wasn’t all...

A second wave of arrows swiftly followed!

Round after round, a relentless barrage! The necromancer’s body, and the surrounding ground, bristled with countless metal arrow shafts, like a target feathered with arrows, unmoving.

In the neighboring courtyard, the three heavily damaged undead guards also lost momentum, quickly dismantled and destroyed.

Helian Quan, face dark with shock and anger, rushed into the yard. Seeing the bodies on the ground, his expression grew grimmer—after losing dozens of strong men, he hadn’t expected this fiend to survive.

Thanks to the Snow Warriors, though he didn’t know how they had suddenly returned, he could never allow such a thing to happen again.

He had to ensure the necromancer was dead beyond any doubt—not able to rise again from the shadows!

“Commander, wait!”

The four Snow Warriors stopped Helian Quan from approaching the necromancer, leaning in to whisper. His brows shot up, and he glanced outside the courtyard, nodding gravely.

“Everyone, leave this courtyard!”

At Helian Quan’s command, the thirty surviving powerhouses quickly withdrew, joined by the city guards, who surrounded the courtyard in an impenetrable ring. Every powerful bow and crossbow was loaded with iron arrows, aimed at the necromancer and the twenty-odd corpses within.

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After a moment’s silence, the old steward of the Horton-Klein family was invited by Xu Wen to ascend the courtyard wall.

He glanced at the corpse riddled and pinned to the earth by countless iron arrows, then cast his gaze over the neighboring yard, where familiar bodies now lay shattered and ruined. With a soft sigh, he spread his hands, summoning a surge of fierce flames.

Dark red, purple red, violet blue, deep blue, gold—finally settling at a shade halfway between gold and yellow...

As the terrifying heat began to rise, the necromancer’s “corpse” in the courtyard suddenly opened its eyes. One shoulder lifted, and a pair of cold, evil eyes at last showed a hint of panic and shock, staring at the fire mage atop the wall.

He could not fathom how his plan had been seen through by the Qingyun Empire’s people. Originally, he intended to use “corpse explosion” to create chaos once Helian Quan and the others approached, kill a few, and escape. Now, that was obviously impossible—the enemy had prepared a high-level six-star fire mage to deal with him.

He had just lifted his shoulder when another barrage rained down, pinning him back into the ground. Then came a wave of golden, high-temperature flames.

Xu Wen stood among the crowd, silently watching the necromancer’s iron corpse body writhing and howling amid fire and arrows. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists:

“Teacher Harman, watch closely—this is the first burial gift your disciple offers you...”