A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

" His spiritual source is in a subspace behind these sixteen mirrors. Do you want to have a taste of an Evil Art Master?"

Vasnov's voice was full of temptation.

Matthew was unmoved

"State your conditions."

Vasnov immediately said,

" I'll bring you to the spiritual source and teach you the secret technique of devouring it, but you have to give me half of Lance's spiritual power!"

Matthew raised his eyebrows.

"At most a quarter!"

Vasnov said without thinking,

"Deal!"

Matthew was puzzled.

"Is your bottom line that low?"

Vasnov said,

"You're the boss. You have the final say. To me, no matter how much I get, it's a profit."

Matthew didn't even have the time to feel that this guy's mentality was quite good.

The surrounding illusion suddenly disappeared!

Immediately after.

A huge force pushed them out from somewhere!

"Hey, don't, let us in…"

Vasnov hadn't finished speaking.

Matthew's feet landed firmly on the wooden floor.

He looked around.

The door to the empty flower bud was still open.

They had already returned to Windward Valley!

However, Matthew's sudden appearance with a wave of undead instantly caused some panic in the valley, especially with Phily's huge size and terrifying image, which caused continuous screams!

Matthew turned a blind eye to it.

Because he once again sensed the aura of a Legendary Evil Art Master.

Lance, who was wearing a gentleman's suit, stood expressionlessly at the edge of the wooden platform.

His gaze was a little complicated.

"The Valkyrie of the Moon, the Legendary Lich, the False God whose mental power is so powerful that no one can understand…The content of your discussion just now scared me!

"I really didn't expect that a Necromancer who hasn't even reached the Legendary realm could have such outstanding undead like you!

"To be honest, I want to be friends with the few of you…

"Actually, without Matthew, you guys can live very well. Isn't that right?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Matthew's heart was suddenly filled with alarm!

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[Warning: Evil Art Master Lance is using Bewitchment and Instigation on your followers!]

He tried to turn your followers!

Your ability, Utmost Defense (Tauren Territory), has taken effect!

Your followers are immune to the bewitchment and instigation of the Evil Art Master Lance...

Your Minotaur Authority progress has increased by 11%(Resistance)!

[Current progress: 55%]

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Trying to turn my followers against me?

Matthew's heart was filled with anger.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He pulled Olorin's sleeve and said,

"Fuse with me!"

Unexpectedly, the latter said with a troubled expression,

"I don't think that's a good idea, Matthew."

Matthew could only take a step back and point at Lance.

"Hit him with fireballs!

"Remember to aim correctly!"

Olorin said straightforwardly,

"No problem!"

Lance's expression instantly changed. He could not help but roar,

"Matthew!

"Your methods are destined to be futile against the Scar of the Dead!

" And what you're doing will anger many people. Don't you know how many people want to kill you?

" You've become Isabelle's chess piece. It's not too late to turn back now!"

Facing the bewitchment of the Evil Art Master.

Matthew raised his hand.

"How many people want to be chess pieces but have no chance?

"How do you know that I didn't become a chess piece willingly?"

In the next second.

Eight tentacles swept out from below the wooden platform and grabbed the Evil Art Master's body.

Lance's windbreaker suddenly shrivelled.

Crackling.

A few gold coins fell to the ground.

Vasnov glanced at it and said,

"It's a clone. His main body has already left the material world. Heh, what a cautious fellow. What an ingenious escape route…"

Then, he looked at the increasingly bright fire beside him and asked in confusion,

"The enemy has run away. Why are you still casting?"

Olorin laughed and said,

"You don't know about this, do you?

"My Fireball will hold a grudge!"

In the next second.

The fireball, with a diameter of about one meter, smashed out. The fireball burned Lance's windbreaker and ignited the flower bud beside him. Then, it suddenly disappeared into the void!

Two minutes later.

A message suddenly flashed across Matthew's data panel.

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[Hint: Your partner, Olorin, has destroyed the Three-Eyed Tavern in the Sampan Plane!]

Evil Art Master Lance was hit from the back by the fireball and was seriously injured. He also lost his hair.

Evil Art Master Lance's hatred towards you +10!

The Dragon God will have +1 Hatred towards you!

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A fireball that could attack across planes?

It was a little ridiculous.

At this moment, Matthew and the others had already left the platform.

After confirming that it was safe, he sent most of the undead back to their original place, leaving only Peggy, Olorin, and Vasnov.

"So does the method you mentioned before that can devour the spiritual source of others really exist?"

Matthew asked Vasnov.

The latter nodded and said,

"Of course.

" Haven't you heard of the Sea Elven Meditation Technique?"

Matthew was slightly shocked.

" The principle of the Sea Elf Meditation Technique is to devour the spiritual strength of others?"

Vasnov chuckled.

" Then do you think there are other ways to quickly increase spiritual power in this world?

"The people who first created this secret method did not want outsiders to know the secret, so they deliberately created confusion when it came to the naming convention. They did not want this secret method to be widely spread."

Olorin asked curiously,

"Is it because they were afraid that once this secret technique spreads, the entire world will become a world where people feed on each other mentally?"