Chapter 1687: 459 Dark Window and Great Prophecy Spell_3
Now, quite a few have already beco qualified assistants to Matthew.
It might still be difficult for them to preside over a ceremonial field alone.
But following the plan Matthew had laid out, expanding step by step was quite simple.
It was thanks to the experience with the Scar of the Dead.
Matthew’s collaboration with them was quite pleasant.
Within a few days,
...
the area of the Dark Window had expanded several tis over what it was before. Following this trend, by the end of the month, they would be able to et the target Matthew had set—
which was to cover the entire sixth level of the cetery with the Dark Window.
In the anti,
Matthew, who had stepped away, was gaining new insights from referencing books related to the “Dark Window.”
With these insights,
he successfully developed a spell exclusive to himself.
…
“Death Fear Graveyard Summoning Spell: No matter where you are in Aindor, you can directly summon the Fear of Death Graveyard to your side through this summoning spell!
Chanting ti: 180 seconds.”
…
This spell was of great significance.
With it,
Matthew could summon the support of the graveyard and the undead army anyti, anywhere!
And when it wasn’t needed,
he could travel alone, light and unencumbered.
As his magical abilities continued to improve, Matthew was finally getting closer to the ideal state of a necromancer!
“Three minutes is still too long for chanting,”
“I need to find a way to shorten it. Soria’s chanting technique seems ineffective on this spell; maybe try turning it into a signature spell?”
Amidst his thoughts,
Matthew stretched lazily, grabbed a cup of coffee, and went to the top of the cetery to gaze at the scenery—
Ever since the cetery had begun its slow patrols across the entirety of Rolling Stone City,
he had developed such a habit.
Standing high and looking into the distance tends to broaden one’s mood.
Spending too long with the undead and negative energy,
Matthew couldn’t help but be affected by a touch of gloom.
Occasionally coming to the mountaintop to feel the breeze and look at the distant scenery helped to lighten his mood.
Just then, the cetery was passing near World Tree Bogard.
The World Tree, after absorbing unprecedented nutrients following the Great Tear, grew at an astonishing rate.
Now, Bogard’s highest point had already surpassed 400 ters!
Sotis, when the cetery flew lower, it could be level with the very top of the World Tree.
Several Druids responsible for maintaining the tree crown saluted Matthew from afar.
Many Light Fairies were busy around them, diligently following the Heart of the World Tree’s instructions—either constructing treehouses, weaving vines, hand-rolling Moon Stones, or collecting honey.
The centaurs were building a new village in the shadows on the southeast side of the World Tree.
In the distance,
rangers led by Eugene, Son of the Forest, along with other rangers, were patrolling the situation in the north of the pine forest.
Such an orderly, vibrant scene contrasted sharply with the desolate, uninhabited scorched earth across the Black Water River.
Matthew saw
a massive tree-bridge slowly extending from around the middle of Bogard, ending up lying flat over the Black Water River, about fifty to sixty ters above.
The point where the World Tree touched the Star Realm Black Water showed shocking signs of rot, but this did not deter Bogard’s resolve.
So Sludge Monsters were slowly moving along the rotting riverbanks—
they were offspring reproduced from the Sludge Monster leader through self-division, able to clear the rot from Bogard’s wounds with their gift for devouring.
Above the tree-bridge,
trade caravans were passing by in a steady stream.
People’s faces bore a look of unease, though not much grumbling.
“It seems the bridge toll hasn’t sparked much resentnt among the rchants.”
“Probably because Little Patton hasn’t stopped blowing smoke…”
Matthew silently let out a sigh of relief.
He was not afraid of being cursed himself; his main concern was for Patton, who might not be able to bear the brunt of a tarnished reputation over ti.
As it stood, the people of the Rolling Stone Kingdom typically “praised Rheager for good tis and cursed Patton for bad.”
Matthew, with his transcendent detachnt, was not soone ordinary people dared to criticize.
“Charging for the bridge is just the first step; there’s still the issue of Ma Coin issuance, the digging of a moat, the collection and recycling of demon hearts, the construction of power plants, the plan to electrify the whole territory, the widespread adoption of electric lights, and the rollout of a new irrigation system among a series of projects…”
Recalling the matter he had discussed with Patton,
Matthew felt that this man might be even more suited to be king than Rheager.
Hopefully, with ti,
the people of the Rolling Stone Kingdom would treat their new king more fairly.
After finishing half a cup of coffee,
Matthew’s spirits were sowhat uplifted.
After greeting people like Ali and Henry,
he headed to the second level of the cetery—
which was the forr underground level of the cetery.
Now, around the negative energy fountain, in three directions, stood several portals shimring with etheric radiance.
These portals each led to the Underwater Cetery in the Arunay Sea, the Mountaintop Cetery in the Ancient Lands, and Windward Valley in the Jade Court.
Matthew walked into the last of these portals.
Seven minutes later,
he arrived atop the southern city wall of the Jade Court.
Affected by the Great Tear,
the climate of the world of Aindor had beco strangely unpredictable.
February,
a season that used to be cloaked in snow,
now saw the brocade phoenix flowers beneath the city wall blooming exceptionally bright.
Nevertheless,
this stretch of the city wall was one of the few places in the south that hadn’t changed much—
for reasons unknown, the “Great Tear” had minimal impact on the Jade Court. Other than a few demons appearing around the forests, the terrain had almost completely remained unaffected.
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