Chapter 39

The magical civilization of the Nolun Continent is exceptionally advanced, with numerous schools of magic. The major magic academies have the power to influence the continent's political landscape. While the courses taught at these academies are similar, they each have their own unique focuses based on their respective schools. The hallmark special course of the Necromancer Academy is its military command subject.

From small-scale squad tactics to large-scale battles involving tens of thousands of troops, the sea of people is always the necromancers' best companion. When necromancers command undead forces, they cannot simply throw all their undead minions into battle. How to effectively leverage the tactical advantages of different types of undead, how to achieve the most efficient battlefield coordination, how to seize opportunities, and how to consistently control the undead army to fight efficiently on the most advantageous battlefield terrain—these are the eternal topics of the military command subject. Sigma, who came from a martial noble family, was already familiar with military command. Moreover, considering the future, military command was one of the subjects he took very seriously.

And now, years of effort have finally borne fruit.

In comparison, Juventus can only be called a good-for-nothing. Although he has unparalleled and terrifying talent in the field of life research, this does not mean he is good at fighting, let alone commanding others in battle. The stitched monsters, following orders, jumped out of the cultivation tanks in a chaotic mess, then rushed towards the exit in a frenzy. They were immediately divided into several groups by bone walls that sprang up from the ground. They pushed and shoved each other, unable to even find the space to punch through the bone walls. Then, a curse spell quietly enveloped them, depriving them of their sight, weakening their strength, and reducing their resistance. Finally, the swaying zombies slowly and determinedly climbed over the bone walls, their eyes glowing with a dangerous red light.

Explosions resounded one after another, and the powerful life force of the stitched monsters transformed into terrifying power. Shockwaves mixed with bone fragments and flesh erupted continuously, shattering the unprepared stitched monsters.

The new corpses became new carriers of explosions and zombies, standing up again under the control of necromancy.

Thousands of fierce and strong but leaderless stitched creatures were being slowly and steadily devoured by a single necromancer.

—Crushing thousands of disorganized and undisciplined mobs is not a big deal for a necromancer skilled in group combat, but for this necromancer to also beat up a Holy Domain mage while doing so is quite remarkable.

Being beaten by a mere mid-level necromancer, Juventus was very depressed, gritting his teeth as he watched Sigma leisurely juggle two tasks. The principle of the spell "Pluto's Roar" is to stir up death energy for a wide-area attack, with the standard being five consecutive rounds. After the death energy sweeps through, all life is extinguished. In theory, he could counterattack after surviving five rounds of attacks under his shield, but in reality, it was not that simple. Since Sigma had control over the spell, he could freely allocate the death energy, either dividing the total magic power into fifty small-scale attacks or concentrating all the death energy for a single ultra-powerful strike five times stronger. This fact formed the basis of their standoff—he did not dare to make a move, and could only let Sigma continuously bombard his fire shield with low-power death energy. Otherwise, if this bastard found a weakness...

Damn! Damn! Damn Barcelona!

He couldn't help but curse his unreliable companion. Once he returned to the sanctuary, he would definitely report Barcelona to the king. Forcing civilian researchers to fight was a serious dereliction of duty on Barcelona's part.

However, all of this had to wait until he escaped...

He cursed incessantly in his heart while trying to recall any spells that could break this deadlock. After much thought, there seemed to be only one, but the cost was enormous and would inevitably lead to even worse consequences. He was, after all, a researcher, lacking the decisiveness of a warrior, and his face clearly showed the four large characters "hesitant and cautious."

Sigma secretly laughed and cursed, "What a fool, but at this moment, I'm more than happy to have a foolish opponent."

"Listen, do you see that giant egg on the high platform? I sensed a familiar aura there; Bifeng should be inside the egg. I've lured all the monsters here and trapped them. You should go and take the egg now. Once you have it, run, and keep running back to the village. Langguduo's scroll can send a distress signal, and my reinforcements will be here soon." Sigma whispered to the twenty-odd waiting half-orcs. The current situation was far beyond what these simple half-orcs could imagine, and they instinctively regarded Sigma as their leader. After listening to him, they immediately took action, rushing up the high platform from the left spiral corridor to seize the giant egg.

"Stop! You despicable, lowly bastards!" Juventus was furious when he saw this and shouted, "Stop!"

He raised his hand to cast a fire meteor to shatter the bold half-orcs, but as soon as he thought about it, the death energy from the opposite side suddenly intensified, a torrent of death power surged over, making it hard for him to breathe. Sigma laughed, "Don't be in a hurry. Bullying them is nothing. Let's get closer and closer."

"Sigma! You've gone too far! This is your doing!" Since the research on the half-orcs was almost complete, abandoning the identity of the Natural Academy and this secret base was not a big deal, but exposing the existence of the sanctuary and losing Bifeng, a crucial part of the Blood Blade Plan, would be a major offense.

Juventus's eyes turned red, and he pulled out a small bottle from his inner clothing. The bottle, with a clear green body, contained a dense golden liquid. He glared at Sigma angrily and drank the liquid in one gulp.

A vast and overwhelming pressure suddenly surged from Juventus's body. He let out a non-human roar, and green scales slowly appeared all over his body. His flesh deformed, his density changed, and his structure transformed. The human body slowly expanded into a non-human existence, growing like a balloon. The fierce yet beautiful body, the smooth form, the sharp claws, the long tail, and the intimidating golden eyes—this was clearly...

"Damn, a dragon transformation?" Sigma clasped his hands and pushed forward, a black skull head transforming into pure death energy, colliding with the strongest wave of Pluto's Roar, hitting Juventus, who had not yet fully transformed. With a terrifying scream of pain, the huge dragon body was pushed hundreds of meters by Pluto's Roar, crashing into the wall of the square, causing debris to fall from the ceiling.

"Run, now!" Sigma shouted at the half-orcs, who were stunned, then took out the remaining two Holy Domain scrolls from his magic bag: Death Finger and Underworld Guardian. He looked at the dragon slowly struggling out of the wall and muttered, "We agreed to compete in casting techniques, but you're using brute force? That's no fun."

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple... An unexpected turn of events, but since it's my fault, I have to hold him off until the reinforcements arrive!" Sigma activated the Underworld Guardian spell and slightly unfolded the last Holy Domain scroll, calming his fluctuating mental energy, preparing for the most difficult battle.

In front of him, a green dragon broke through the wall, debris flying as four sharp claws gripped the square's stone bricks, and its wings spread wide, roaring angrily at Sigma!

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PS: There's another chapter tonight, please give me your recommendations.

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