Chapter 181: Chapter 11 Dreamwalker Club
Following the trail of Magic Power left by the Wizard, Richard pursued the traces from the village all the way into the Wilderness.
But during the pursuit, Richard gradually sensed sothing was amiss.
These trails of Magic Power were a bit too conspicuous. Ordinary Flying Techniques couldn’t possibly leave such noticeable traces, even if a group of Wizards gathered together.
Richard stopped in his tracks and fell into thought as he observed the unbroken trail of Magic Power.
“No, that’s not right, why do these traces seem so much like fishing?” he murmured to himself.
Following the Magic Power traces, Richard saw a vast, broken graveyard a few kiloters away.
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Massive graveyards were a unique feature of the Nightmare Wizard World.
The Material World’s fear of certain things could affect the terrain of the Nightmare World. Things or places that easily invoked fear in people, like broken graveyards, Cross Forests, guillotines, and classrooms, would appear in the Nightmare World without any logic.
Richard guessed that the appearance of these landscapes must be related to the Power of Nightmare that seeped into the earth.
The Power of Nightmare was subtly influencing the shape of the Nightmare World.
“Is there a trap set inside?” Richard whispered, “or is there an ambush waiting?”
For an Undead Wizard, a graveyard was the best battlefield. The inherent Death Energy of the graveyard could reduce the Magic Consumption of an Undead Wizard’s Spells and strengthen the summoned Undead creatures.
In theory, give an Undead Wizard a large enough graveyard, and he could beco an army unto himself.
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However, this theory was akin to the Fireball God Sect of the Shaping Wizards—nothing more than a Wizard’s joke.
The graveyards of the Nightmare World were no different from normal graveyards, and due to their large scale, if an Undead Wizard were lurking within, Richard would be at a great disadvantage.
Therefore, Richard decided to play it safe. If he were killed before even speaking, it would be utterly embarrassing.
The Power of Nightmare converged in Richard’s hands and, within the span of ten minutes, several gold necklaces appeared in his palm.
As an Alchemy Wizard, it was all too simple to create a few pieces of Magic Equipnt with the Power of Nightmare.
Richard donned the necklaces. Each had a straightforward function: an ergency trigger for a Life Energy Shield.
Life Energy Shields could effectively defend against the Death Energy Magic of Undead Wizards.
Even so, Richard felt it was still not quite safe.
He didn’t know the ethics of this group of Wizards. If they turned out to be Black Wizards, he might very well end up betrayed.
After all, this was not a Plane Battlefield; there were no Soul Contracts to enforce non-aggression among Wizards.
Thinking this, Richard crafted a few Magic Rings and a scroll.
The rings were inscribed with a Spell called Life Explosion, a product of the internal strife within the Undead School during the era of the Wizard Wars.
They were specially designed to target the Undead Sea of an Undead Wizard.
As for the scroll, it was simple. It was a Teleportation Scroll that would allow him to escape if the opponent proved too formidable.
Without Ulysses’ help in the Nightmare World, he must be extrely cautious.
Fully ard, Richard followed the Magic Power trail all the way to the graveyard.
As he entered the graveyard, Richard’s vision was filled with a web of magic threads. At the center of the web, a Wizard with spider legs was silently watching him.
“Finally caught up, have you?” The Wizard yawned, looking sowhat disdainfully at Richard.
“Just one person? That’s quite the underestimation.”
“Friend, I…”
“Banshee’s Howl!”
The situation developed just as Richard had expected. Before he could finish his explanation, the fishing Wizard launched an attack.
Of course, not all the bla could be placed on the Wizard’s recklessness. Richard’s body was a genuine Nightmare creature, and not even a Nightmare Lord could detect a flaw in it.
This Wizard was rely One Ring, and naturally, his eyesight could not discern Richard hidden within the Nightmare Body.
Banshee’s Howl, one of the classic Spells of the Undead Wizards, had as many versions as there were mature Undead Wizards, each with their modifications.
This particular Wizard’s Banshee’s Howl not only had a ntal shock factor but also an added Magic impact.
The powerful Magic impact shattered nearby tombstones around the Spider Wizard in an instant.
Since it wasn’t a Death Energy attack, Richard’s prepared defensive Magic Equipnt was of no use. But Magic Equipnt was ant for ergency situations, and now Richard had enough reaction ti to release a Magic Barrier.
Buzz!
The Magic impact of the Banshee’s Howl caused ripples upon the Magic Barrier.
“Now that the Magic Barrier has been seen, one would think it’s ti to cease fire,” Richard thought to himself.
But before Richard could speak, he saw the Spider Wizard’s eyes flare red, and a raw, frenzied rage that could be felt even through the gaze reached Richard.
“You bunch of Alien scum have indeed devoured Amanda’s Soul,” the Spider Wizard said, his voice laced with deep anger and bitterness.
He snapped off two spider legs, and a surge of intense Magic Fluctuation emanated from them.
“Hmm, weren’t those supposed to be his legs? How did they turn into a Magic Wand?” Richard wondered to himself.
Seeing the Spider Wizard’s thods, Richard was curious about how it was achieved.
He had never seen a technique that turned one’s body into Magic Equipnt.
But before he could engage in academic exchange, he had to deal with this enraged Wizard first.
The Spider Wizard’s Spell was cast, and hundreds upon hundreds of Undead began to rise within the graveyard.
The shattered skeletons crawled out of their graves, adorned in funeral clothing and damp earth, with clusters of death fire igniting in their eye sockets. These undead were not so-called undead creatures; they had no soul, and were animated solely by the twin dark red flas of death within their skulls.
The newly resurrected undead were weak, easily handled by a farr, but the most terrifying aspect of an Undead Wizard was not the summoning, but rather the enhancent through death energy.
The Spider Wizard waved his spider-leg magic wand, and a layer of ashy fog appeared among the undead.
This ashy fog was a concentration of death energy, making the bones of the undead harder, their structure more stable, and their attacks imbued with death energy shocks.
Even after this enhancent, each undead’s strength was but that of a knight’s; however, in the death fog, these undead could be resurrected even if dismbered, and could continue to function after being smashed to pieces by rging with the remains of others.
If you were to blast them into ash, the remaining undead would use these ashes to strengthen themselves.
In this process, if sufficient ti passed, a group of undead could potentially transform into a single undead entity.
“But unfortunately, this way of fighting has a fatal flaw.”
Richard watched the Undead Sea, his arm slightly raising, then extended a single finger.
Boom!
A ball of white light shot out from Richard’s hand, exploding amidst the undead horde, instantly clearing out a swath of the undead.
And those dead undead did not rise again in the death fog; the others even took a detour around them.
“Death energy can be neutralized by life energy, and those corpses saturated with life energy can’t be resurrected again until the life energy is purged from them.”
Upon witnessing this scene, the Spider Wizard’s inner fury blazed even stronger.
In his eyes, these tactics were all derived from Richard consuming Amanda’s soul; he was using the witchcraft of a deceased comrade against him.
This was provocation, an insult, the Nightmare creature was fighting with Amanda’s corpse!
The Spider Wizard waved his two spider legs, and a terrifying undead witchcraft spell was completed in an instant.
Hundreds of undead, with the wave of the wand, disassembled into skeletal parts and swiftly coalesced together.
If he were to finish, the creature composed from these components could potentially rival a second-level creature.
Such class-defying summons could only be managed by an Undead Wizard.
“It appears to be a White Wizard, so enraged by the death of a comrade that he’s lost his senses, lacking experience in one-on-one combat,” Richard coolly assessed, unfazed by the nearly ford undead creature.
“To prepare such a large spell without comrades to cover you, especially leaving a few undead as a distraction, seems utterly foolish.”
With that, Richard released nine light balls from his hand, instantly clearing the surrounding undead. Then, several black fireballs appeared around him and shot at the Spider Wizard, effectively blocking all his escape routes.
“Not good!”
A sense of dread flashed through the Spider Wizard’s mind; the previous spells could be explained by soul consumption, but these fireballs were inexplicable.
Their energy level was clearly high; certainly beyond the capability of Amanda, who primarily studied undead witchcraft.
But the current situation left no room for further consideration, and the Spider Wizard darted through the gaps of the exploding fireballs, narrowly avoiding the blast range.
Yet as soon as he escaped the range of the fireballs, he saw a figure waiting beside him, holding a long nail studded with runes.
“A Sealing Demon Nail! You aren’t—ah!”
Before the Spider Wizard could finish, the Sealing Demon Nail in Richard’s hand darted out, pinning him harshly to the ground.
Richard landed on the ground, looking coldly at the Spider Wizard, now sealed off from his magic power by the Sealing Demon Nail.
“I wanted to say from the start that I wasn’t a Nightmare creature, but clearly you, as a Wizard, have lost your calm and reason; you didn’t even wait for to finish speaking.”
Looking into Richard’s detached eyes, the Spider Wizard shuddered.
This gaze… was definitely that of a Black Wizard!
If this Wizard wished, he would kill without any psychological burden.
“… The Master’s disguise is too powerful; I failed to perceive it in ti, I beg the Master’s forgiveness,” the Spider Wizard said respectfully to Richard.
Seeing the Spider Wizard regain his sense of reason, Richard then asked:
“I heard just now that you had comrades taken by Nightmare creatures? How long ago were they captured?”
The Spider Wizard’s expression darkened: “Nearly ten years now, Master.”
“Ten years?” Richard furrowed his brow, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind.
According to the official’s report, these Wizards shouldn’t have been captured.
“Taken by Demon Sword Amade?” Richard asked.
The Spider Wizard nodded slightly:
“Yes, that Nightmare creature.”
“By himself?”
A bitter smile crossed the Spider Wizard’s face:
“You could say so; it was just one of his avatars. But as a third-level Nightmare creature, even his avatar was strong enough to defeat us.”
Richard nodded, recalling the energy circuit diagram he’d seen in the office.
He thought to himself, “It seems that those parts indeed make up a Magic Array.”
Richard pulled out the Sealing Demon Nail and helped the Spider Wizard up.
“Are you a society? Or a club? I heard from those Nightmare creatures that you have quite a few mbers.”
The Spider Wizard gave Richard a Wizard’s Salute, then replied:
“Master, we are the Dreamwalker Club, a group specifically devoted to the study of the Nightmare World.”
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