Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

The death storm inflicted several hundred thousand damage on the old turtle every second, but it drew on the earth's strength to recover over a hundred thousand health each second. Its resistance also slowly increased as it absorbed more earth energy.

Now the old turtle, with various buffs stacked upon it, had the most robust health among all epic beasts, breaking through the hundred million mark.

A mere hundred thousand damage per second didn't scare it one bit!

However, Zi Liyuan, Fan Yuer, and Copperbeard·Skeleton Number One, hiding underneath the old turtle's belly, felt only a change in the pressure of the wind and the constant buffeting around them but sustained no damage.

With the old turtle as a meat shield to soak up the damage, the leaky attack power of the death storm was much diminished and couldn't even break through the light shield formed by the Holy Light Shield.

"Damn it, this Legendary BOSS is really cunning. How did he manage to conjure such high-damage magic like the death storm in such a short time?"

Such powerful magic damage spells required an accumulation of a considerable amount of death energy, not to mention a very long casting time.

Yet this creature managed to create a death mist to obstruct visibility and then released a spell that could rival a forbidden curse in just about ten seconds.

"Master, he can control the Death Castle, and there's a rank six death magic guild here. All it takes is to inscribe the death storm's rune sequence ahead of time in this guild. At the crucial moment, inject death energy, and it can be activated to release directly,"

Copperbeard·Skeleton Number One took over the conversation and provided another piece of intelligence.

"Damn it, it's all because of you undead dwarves, building some rank six death magic guild!"

After cursing under his breath, Zi Liyuan once again pulled out five magic scrolls.

"Damn it! Come on, I want to see if you can deplete all the Holy Light Scrolls on me!"

Spiritual Power activated, the scroll torn, the enormous Power of Holy Light took the stage once again.

At this moment, Zi Liyuan was like a son of Holy Light, arriving at the Castle of the Undead with endless Holy Light, as if intending to evolve this decayed and barren city drenched in death. Discover more stories at мѵʟ

Disciple of Death: Damn it! And you say you're not a traitor to death!

Within the death storm, suddenly five angels of light appeared, their wings formed from condensed Holy Light.

The surging Power of Holy Light spread from these five angels, beginning to destroy the core of the death storm, combating the central concentration of the Power of Death.

Holy Light vs. Death, two opposing forces, clashed once again.

But Zi Liyuan, hidden under the body of the old turtle, didn't care about the death storm. Instead, he ordered an all-out assault on the horde of Undead BOSSes.

This time, the Spectral Dragon corps, blown away by the death storm, no longer protected Zi Liyuan but charged into the death mist to join the fray.

"The death storm skill needs continuous guiding. Even if you're a Legendary BOSS and capable of multitasking, spell guiding requires concentration. Can you handle an onslaught from a horde of BOSSes as easily as before?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Spectral Dragon corps, definitely more powerful than the Replicas, were able to cast various death-related spells, especially the Aging Curse.

Although its effect on undead creatures was limited, it could still be effective!

Moreover, these Spectral Dragons, bound by a servant contract with Zi Liyuan, could share his luck value!

Which meant, if the Spectral Dragon's death breath touched the Legendary BOSS, the Aging Curse would trigger with one hundred percent certainty!

Maybe one or two, or even three or four Aging Curses wouldn't be a problem for the Legendary BOSS.

But what about a hundred, two hundred, three hundred?

Even an Epic Boss, stacked with three hundred Aging Curses, wouldn't be able to exert even a tenth of their power!

The Replicas rushed in headlong to brawl, casually blown away by the Legendary BOSS with a single move.

But the Spectral Dragons' corporeal forms were different. Under the command of the Spectral Dragon King, as they dove down, they didn't make contact with the target.

When they were about twenty to thirty meters above the Legendary BOSS's head, they spat a breath of death energy downwards.

They didn't seek to inflict great damage; their aim was only to force the Legendary BOSS to be distracted to guard against an attack and to add a layer of the weak Aging Curse effect.

At first, Undead Mage Andrew only constructed a magic shield to block the damage from the death breath. As for the Aging Curses on him, he didn't pay them any mind.

After all, this thing's effectiveness against the Undead was reduced by more than ninety percent.

Only when dozens of Spectral Dragons repeated this operation, and began to feel discomfort, did they realize they had unwittingly accumulated dozens of layers of the Aging Curse.

In such a situation, even if each layer of the Aging Curse could only weaken their attributes by 0.1%, dozens of layers could result in a decrease in the single digits!

And that wasn't enough, after hundreds of Spectral Dragons took turns spitting out their phlegm, their combat strength was bound to be weakened by several percentages at the least!

Knowing he had been tricked, the Legendary BOSS began to use the Death Energy that had gathered, trying to wash away the stacking effect of the Aging Curse on himself.

This caused the Death Energy he had managed to amass to start depleting slowly, further reducing the rate at which additional Death Energy could gather.

But there was nothing he could do; these Spectral Dragons were so cowardly they wouldn't come close, spitting out their phlegm and then flying away, very slippery.

What bothered him the most was that while Spectral Dragons spit Death Breath from above, there would inevitably be several Spectral Dragons that would engage in close combat below, leaving him no time to kill the flying Spectral Dragons in the air.

Not to mention, there were also various charging attacks from the side by Epic Beast BOSSes.

For a while, the Legendary BOSS started to be too busy to fend off the attacks, with his ability to counterattack considerably weakened.

"Copperbeard, does your group of Undead Dwarves have any high-powered weapons like sniper rifles?"

Death Storm enveloped the area Zi Liyuan was in, severely impairing visibility, so he couldn't see the battlefield situation near the Legendary BOSS at all.

And being inside a tornado, the covenant's shared vision also became blurred.

This made Lord Zi feel uncomfortable, so he started to question Copperbeard·Skeleton Number One by his side.

"We can make them, but we're short on materials,"

With hands spread out, he continued to stare at Lord Zi with the skull, then went on.

"Actually, I disassembled a Magic Crystal Cannon. If you don't mind friendly fire, you could shoot a few rounds."

After finishing his sentence, Copperbeard·Skeleton Number One pulled out a cannon carriage from his Spatial Backpack!

Looking at the purple-black cannon barrel over ten meters long, mounted on a cart, Zi Liyuan had a black line on his forehead.

He always felt that after being turned into Undead, the minds of these Dwarves had become assimilated with the Goblins.

A Magic Crystal Cannon, a black technology super weapon with such tremendous power, matched with a cart—this was undoubtedly a makeshift Goblin contraption!

"Are you sure, firing this cannon won't blow us up?"

Suppressing a twitch at the corner of his eye, he patted the cannon barrel of the Magic Crystal Cannon and said.

"Master, I wouldn't joke with my own life, this Magic Crystal Cannon can surely fire!"

With hands spread out, Copperbeard·Skeleton Number One confidently asserted.

"Alright then, what's the power of this thing?"

With a wave of his hand, Zi Liyuan stowed the cannon into his own Spatial Backpack.

"One shot can destroy a fifty-meter radius target, equivalent to the strongest single attack skill of an Epic BOSS, but the energy isn't very abundant, this Magic Crystal Cannon can only fire three shots."

What else could Zi Liyuan say?

A black technology capable of harming an Epic BOSS was simply awesome.

Just as Zi Liyuan was slowly scraping together the various black tech creations from Copperbeard·Skeleton Number One, another change occurred on the battlefield.

Five Angels of Light ultimately exhausted their Power of Holy Light and dissipated within the Death Storm.

However, a large portion of the Death Energy accumulating at the core of the Death Storm was also depleted, reducing the strength of the deadly tornado by nearly half.