Abyss Summoner

Vlad was a kobold warlock with astonishing insight, yet even so, it failed to notice that the lizardman by its side all along was actually an undead!

No wonder, in the recent battle, even though the lizardman suffered severe injuries each time, it still managed to persist until now.

The fundamental reason is...

The opponent was an undead species!

In such an undead state, its vitality increased dramatically; as long as its head was intact, even if it was half-shaved off, it could still engage in combat with the opponent.

Thinking carefully, even in the arena, the lizardman had stealthily killed many enemies, and perhaps all of this was the beginning of a conspiracy.

The battlefield did not stagnate because of the death of two golden-tier strong beings; instead, the undead legion seized the opportunity to counterattack. The death knight showed no mercy!

A trail of corpses, a trail of blood.

Anyone who even slightly tried to resist was mercilessly slain; soon, nearly a hundred corpses piled up, and the death knight’s figure had already approached the center of the demon legion. The charge of the death knight caught the attention of some demons, yet in front of the golden-tier death knight, those demons were as fragile as chicks, slaughtered into pieces immediately with just a charge.

Witnessing all this, Vlad did not surrender to fate; he gritted his teeth and formed some complex hand signs, moments later, a bloodthirsty aura enveloped the surrounding demons!

——Bloodthirsty Aura!

The demons enveloped by the aura had blood-red eyes, covered with a bloodthirsty expression on their faces. At this moment, they were obviously forced into desperation, only by fighting desperately could they have a chance to turn the tide!

And just when the demons were ready for a desperate resistance.

Suddenly, a dragon’s roar shattered the clouds, and moments later, a magnificent and wild figure descended arrogantly into the heart of the battlefield.

Bone Dragon!

It was actually a Bone Dragon!

Under the blood-red sky, the giant dragon illuminated by the setting sun seemed surreal, as if emerging from the legendary Netherworld, without a trace of filth.

The giant dragon raised its neck, and fragments of dragon breath, like starlight, showered the surrounding demons; those once rampant low-tier demons collapsed as if they had encountered their nemesis, especially the demons nearby, who directly turned into pools of blood in an instant.

Vlad’s eyes widened in shock, as though they were about to pop out, the chilling murderous intent dragged the entire battlefield into despair like a quagmire!

The strength of the opponent exceeded Vlad’s expectations; there was actually such a complete Bone Dragon in this undead legion!

Endless despair filled its mind; at such a life-or-death moment, Vlad’s will was stuck in the quagmire, unsure how to extricate itself!

While Vlad was in a daze, it suddenly felt a chill.

Vlad looked forward, and before its eyes, the massive figure of the death knight was agile like a fish in water, slipping through an unbelievable arc and emerging from the most cunning angle.

The death knight’s figure wreaked havoc like a tsunami on the battlefield; indiscriminate attacks instantly sent the demons blocking its way, who hadn’t even reacted, flying.

In an instant, the demon’s chest was completely crushed, blood and flesh splattered, and the severely deformed body evidently had no chance of survival.

The death knight lifted its lance.

Glinting with a cold light, in nearly half a second’s time, it pierced towards Vlad’s head!

"Damn it!"

Vlad roared, its scarlet pupils momentarily shrinking into a thin line, attempting to evade the death knight’s assault, but it was all too late.

"Psst!"

The death knight’s lance pierced through Vlad’s shoulder, a burst of foul blood sprayed out, completely cutting off Vlad’s escape route!

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The sky was blood-like, as if the entire sky was cleaved into two by an unparalleled strong being, with dripping blood filling the sky, solemnly causing heart palpitations.

An entire city was stained red with blood; even on the walls, a thick stench pervaded, with blood, corpses, and white bones mixed together, resembling a real blood pool, instilling immense dread in any creature.

The Skeleton Legion suffered more than half its losses, even the surviving skeletons were in shambles, yet as undying cockroaches, these skeleton warriors did not choose to wait for death, but rather relied on the shattered bones on the ground for self-repair.

The death knight stood on the ground, its armor shattered, even its nightmare torn to pieces; the demons’ counterattack carried terrifying lethality, nearly obliterating the death knight too!

Vlad was dead.

This cunning kobold perished under the death knight’s lance, its pupils filled with unwillingness, regretting that the strong being hidden in the shadows never revealed itself from start to finish.

In the environment just now, Vlad didn’t have the chance to use many of his contingencies because this battle erupted so suddenly. Whether it was the Skeleton Legion or the lizardman’s betrayal, both struck like a bolt to the head, leaving him in a stunned state!

"Fresh souls!"

"These powers are enough for me to complete the final metamorphosis!"

A sinister voice echoed through the city as a coffin slowly rose from the ground, then a seemingly thin figure appeared before all the undead, its pale, withered skin expressionless, holding a staff resembling white jade!

Saruman!

Lich Saruman!

Since devouring the avatar of Naraku, Saruman had entered a prolonged retreat, and the city’s destruction was also orchestrated by Saruman.

For Saruman, the greatest defensive force in this city was the Gold tier champions participating in the death matches. So, months ago, he crafted an undead lizardman to infiltrate the city, all to weaken its strength.

Saruman’s plan was very successful!

The contestants were nearly annihilated under the lizardman’s influence. After all, an undead species possessing immortality has the chance to keep fighting as long as its head isn’t completely smashed.

The entire city of demons was slaughtered; those undead are haters of life. Without Saruman’s command to stop, all the demons lay dead in pools of blood.

Surveying the blood-red scene around him, Saruman’s face revealed an unprecedented cruel smile!

The ritual was more than halfway completed, which meant his long-coveted identity as a legendary ascendant was waving at him!

Even though Naraku’s avatar lost its divinity, causing its power to be weakened by several levels, it’s worth mentioning that the knowledge Saruman needs remains within its mind!

Among those pieces of knowledge, Saruman found a shortcut to legend!

Soul transformation!

This requires a sufficient number of souls, and their quality must also be exceptionally high!

And this city, with its death matches, had undoubtedly become key to Saruman’s ascension. Months of plotting were fully executed today, and these souls certainly became the power Saruman needed to rise to a higher tier!

Beyond that, the mysterious potion belonging to the victor also became Saruman’s prize. With the addition of these potions, his chances of entering legend would surpass eighty percent!

Saruman is not a patient type; if possible, he hopes to complete this transformation as quickly as possible. At this moment, he looks evenly across at the piled demon corpses, his eyes glimmering with a crimson light, then he raises the Bone Staff, and a force full of decay radiates around.

Gray shadows emerged on the demons’ bodies; these were souls, the souls of the demons!

These souls seemed to retain some will from their lives; upon appearing, they immediately showed a roaring expression to Saruman. However, just like a silent film, no matter how loud their screams, there’s no sound at all. Their birth time was still early; they couldn’t be considered ghosts and naturally couldn’t perform the "Death Howl" ability!

— Soul Capturing Skill!

At this point, Saruman didn’t need to hesitate; he quickly made up his mind!

Vast souls gathered together, just like a gray swirling tornado as the Power of the Soul began rotating fiercely. After ten minutes, a peculiar brown Soul Crystal Stone emerged!

The magic succeeded!

Saruman perfectly fused all the city’s souls into the Soul Crystal Stone before him, transformed from the purest energy. Then Saruman opened his mouth; a huge suction force appeared, swallowing both the Soul Crystal Stone and the potion reserved for the victor into his stomach.

Horrifying power slowly emerged within Saruman’s body.

Saruman’s figure trembled slightly on the spot.

Then his expression cleared up, only his gaze became incomparably cold because a psychic force had just collided with his will!

Powerful will!

Countless demon souls, even mixed with more than a dozen Gold tier champions’ souls; if they hadn’t just died, with souls so chaotic, Saruman would never dare so recklessly swallow them into his body!

However, Saruman had waited for today a long time; in his mind lay part of Naraku’s memories and experiences—a power commanding the Death Divine Office of an Evil God holds supreme authority over souls and undead creatures!

"My soul is invincible!"

Saruman gazed ahead with killing eyes; he loved this feeling; those pitiful souls roared and howled inside him, but it was utterly meaningless. They would only become his food, and their only eventual fate was to be devoured!

"Begin the transformation!"

Saruman had completed all the preparations, and at this point, he plunged into a state of "nothingness," focusing all his attention on the soul transformation. He was just one step away from the legendary tier!

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