Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

At this moment, Fang Zhou appeared, and the Corpse Witch Lord was extremely amiable towards him.

However, Uriel hadn’t carefully observed Fang Zhou in the previous battles.

"Scarlet knight, what kind of species are you? I’ve never seen an undead like you before."

The Blood Spirit Lord, formed from multiple races and eventually shaped, is something that even long-time undead leaders like Murphite and Uriel have never encountered.

Curiosity erupted, and when Fang Zhou appeared, Uriel couldn’t help but descend to the ground.

The enormous skeletal dragon head also leaned forward, appearing before Fang Zhou.

Slightly tilting to the side, the two large eye sockets flickered with a ghostly blue soul fire, observing Fang Zhou from head to toe.

Uriel, in this appearance, seemed somewhat cute.

However, being only a few meters away from Uriel, Fang Zhou certainly didn’t feel that this terrifying bone dragon was cute.

He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within this gigantic skeletal dragon head.

Perhaps even if Fang Zhou used all his strength, he wouldn’t be able to kill it.

The combat power of this bone dragon was already quite close to his own, causing Fang Zhou to grow cautious.

Of course, while cautious, Fang Zhou wasn’t to the point of being on guard.

Because Uriel had no reason to attack him.

Furthermore, looking at Uriel’s gigantic skeletal dragon head and the magnificent, ferocious body of this bone dragon, inexplicably, Fang Zhou thought of when he had just subdued the Blood Spirit Nightmare.

Back then, the skull warhorse had enabled Fang Zhou to transition into the undead knight he had longed to become.

Yet he was still not satisfied.

From that moment, Fang Zhou harbored the thought of seeking a bone dragon to serve as his own mount.

According to the data of the Naraku Civilization, bone dragons as undead creatures were of a Legendary tier, far more powerful and terrifying than ordinary Glory Giant Dragons.

Only the elite among dragons have the strength and fortune to comprehend the essence of death at the moment of their demise, reincarnating as undead bone dragons, reopening their death-filled existence.

But the bone dragon in front of him, for whatever reason, though possessing a menacing exterior, still remained at a Silver Limit in terms of power fluctuations.

It was still quite a distance from the Golden Tier, let alone the distant and mighty Legendary Tier.

Fang Zhou calculated silently, thinking if he went all out, he should be able to knock down this rare bone dragon.

If he could enslave Uriel......

For a moment, Fang Zhou looked at the bone dragon with a hint of eagerness.

This wasn’t a mere fantasy.

Fang Zhou at Silver Middle Rank had defeated a Silver Upper Rank Vampire Lord.

As a Silver Upper Rank, he was able to tackle a Silver Limit Baron of Abyssal Flame Demon.

And as long as he could defeat this Silver Limit bone dragon and successfully enslave it, it could become his exclusive mount!

"Hehe, the Undead Race is vast and varied. The emergence of an undead lord we’ve never seen before is to be expected."

"Weren’t bone dragons merely a legend before we met you, Uriel?"

Perhaps fearing that the bone dragon would scare Fang Zhou, Murphite stepped forward and laughed softly upon witnessing the bone dragon’s movement.

After observing Fang Zhou for a while, Uriel lost interest.

It was merely out of curiosity, wanting to see what kind of undead Fang Zhou was.

Even Black Iron rank newly wise Mutated Skeleton Warriors were not allowed by Murphite to devour it, let alone a troublesome Mutated Undead Lord like Fang Zhou.

Having seen it and with nothing to consume, Uriel naturally lost interest in Fang Zhou.

Moreover, it felt a bit uneasy about the way this undead lord looked at it.

"Kid, keep a good watch over your subordinates, and don’t cause trouble in the City of Strife.

The city prohibits fighting."

Having lost interest in Fang Zhou, it left with a roar, ascending into the air and flying into the depths of the City of Strife.

After Uriel’s departure, Murphite engaged in an interesting conversation with Fang Zhou.

"Newcomer, welcome to the City of Strife.

I am a remnant soul of the Naraku civilization and can no longer remember my past identity.

Since I awoke, I was born in this City of Strife, slowly retrieving some past memories and restoring a bit of its former splendor.

In my recollection, this City of Strife was solely inhabited by undead mages of the Naraku Civilization.

Now, it is merely filled with low-level undead creatures.

Leveraging the undead creatures I created, I have received many blessings from the Undead Blood Moon Will, unconsciously gaining the identity of an Undead Lord........"

Murphite stayed to make acquaintance with the strange, yet powerful undead who suddenly came to the City of Strife, welcoming him and imparting some guidelines regarding the City of Strife.

As a City of Death, the City of Strife has no rules and welcomes all foreign undead lords.

Aside from prohibiting fights with other undead species in the city, Murphite imposes almost no constraints on the undead within the city.

This prohibition against fighting with undead within the city is not something a Silver-ranked Corpse Witch Lord like Murphite has the authority to establish.

He is merely an executor of the rule.

The real creator of this rule is the Undead Blood Moon Will of the Wasteland of Strife.

Seemingly, this Blood Moon Will felt that the atmosphere of the entire Wasteland of Strife was too harsh, with warfare everywhere.

Thus, it specifically designated a place like the City of Strife as a rare sanctuary.

Murphite’s endeavor was to establish such a City of Strife, providing a haven for numerous undead.

Besides appearing when foreign enemies invade, Murphite’s favorite thing to do is hide within his Undead Mage Tower, conducting various research.

It was like this in the past and will continue to be so in the future.

Listening to Murphite’s accounts, Fang Zhou nodded slightly.

In fact, according to the previous records of the Naraku Civilization, undead mages like Murphite were not uncommon.

Some undead mages even opted to transform themselves into liches for more time to conduct research.

These liches typically hide in remote places to focus on their research, sometimes disinterested in advancing their tier and power.

After all, before encountering the invasion of the Abyssal Demons, the Naraku Civilization was a top-tier racial force in the entire Mythical World.

Without facing such existential threats of racial extinction, there would be undead mages with such a simple existence.

However, upon the mention of external enemies invading, Fang Zhou’s interest was piqued.

In a fragment of the Undead Realm like the Wasteland of Strife, the so-called external enemy invasion naturally refers to the Abyssal Demons led by Azkaban just moments ago.

Noticing Murphite, the Corpse Witch Lord, seemed so inclined to talk, Fang Zhou naturally raised his own questions.

"Lord Murphite, where exactly do those filthy Abyssal Demons come from?

We just sealed an Abyssal Space Passage; will there be more Abyssal Passages in the future?"

Fang Zhou was very wary of this issue.

After all, the Wasteland of Strife is now the foundation of his Blood Spirit Lord Clone.

Yet the power of the Abyssal Demons is overwhelmingly strong.

If the Abyss Demon Expedition Army led by Flame Demon Baron Azkaban was merely an accidental visit to this Fragment of the Undead Realm, that would be fine.

But if there indeed exists a stable passage transmitting Abyssal Demons within the Wasteland of Strife, it would be disastrous news for Fang Zhou.

He might have to start considering an escape plan.

Sensing the worries conveyed by Fang Zhou’s soul fire, Murphite shook his magic staff, saying, "No need to worry too much, Blood Spirit Lord.

I have guarded the Wasteland of Strife for hundreds of years and have only encountered a few demon invasions.

Each time, the highest power of the Abyssal Demons was no more than the Silver Limit, and they were repelled by Uriel and myself.

This was the most dangerous one yet."