Chapter 87

As night fell, Su Yang walked the streets of London, toying with the sapphire in his hand and infusing it with a surge of true essence. He immediately felt an extremely strong resonance from the holy power stored within the gem, and a flash of strange light passed through its interior.

"Quite an interesting little trinket."

This holy light gem was given to Su Yang by Diana to contact the current Arthur and herself. By infusing it with true essence, it would allow them to instantly know Su Yang's location and rush to his aid.

"This is the perfect time to visit an old friend."

Putting the holy light gem into the "Azure Mirror," Su Yang's figure merged into the night, moving at a speed that was hard for the naked eye to discern, swiftly heading southeast along the Thames.

Half an hour later, Su Yang had already left London and arrived at the entrance of a dense and eerie forest. This was a terrifying area known to the locals as the "Cursed Land," which had existed for several hundred years.

As land prices continued to rise and the human financial system advanced, over the past hundred years, this "Cursed Land" had been targeted by countless real estate developers, but none had ever succeeded in developing it, and few had even managed to step inside.

This was because the forest was too strange and terrifying. No matter who it was, anyone involved with this forest would never have a good outcome, whether they were a merchant rich enough to rival a nation or a noble with immense power. If they got involved, they would all meet a bad end.

Over time, the reputation of the "Cursed Land" spread throughout the UK. Even the powerful British government, after two failed attempts at development and paying a heavy price, chose to selectively forget the existence of this large area of land.

Ignoring the warning signs at the entrance to the "Cursed Land," Su Yang walked in. The chilling wind that made one's hair stand on end blew through the forest, adding to the terror of the dark night. If a local saw this, they would certainly warn Su Yang that this was a place where strangers should not enter. If he was lucky and not killed by the wandering ghosts in the forest, he would still be trapped in the black fog and die without finding a way out.

Visible black mist, like the spirits of the wronged, hovered in the forest. However, once it reached within three meters of Su Yang, it could not advance any further, repelled by the defense formed by his divine consciousness.

To Su Yang, the seemingly dense and pathless "Cursed Land" was as familiar as the back of his hand. After all, the most important protective layer in this forest, the "Demon Soul Maze Dragon Array," was set up by Su Yang himself in his previous life.

"Old buddy Hart, an old friend has come to visit. Why don't you come out and say hello?"

Before long, Su Yang had arrived at a row of extensive stone houses. Seeing the familiar surroundings, he couldn't help but call out.

The massive wooden door of one of the stone houses suddenly opened, and two fist-sized emerald green flames appeared in the dark night. Upon closer inspection, they were the eyes of a four-meter-tall axe-wielding skeleton.

The giant skeleton held a six-meter-long heavy axe in both hands, leaped over a distance of more than ten meters, and swung the axe toward the sky, chopping down at Su Yang. The force was so great that even a heavily armored tank would likely be shattered by this blow.

Facing this, Su Yang remained calm, smiling faintly. "Is this a new undead creature you've created? It's much bigger than before, and faster, but it still lacks a brain."

"Black Diamond, play with this skull for a bit, but be careful not to destroy it, or old miser Hart will be heartbroken."

Just as the giant axe was about to strike Su Yang, a massive black shadow shot up from the ground. Black Diamond, who had been in Su Yang's arms, revealed its true form, its large head charging straight at the axe blade.

"Clang"

A metallic clang echoed, and Black Diamond, unharmed, coiled on the ground, sending the powerful giant axe-wielding skeleton flying several meters away, even causing the sharp axe blade to become dulled.

"Su Yang, what is this monster? Is it your pet?"

"Heavens, it's so huge. Is it an undead creature?"

"Stop fighting, my Hart No. 8 took thirty years to create and isn't even fully formed yet."

At this moment, a withered old man with a goatee and a dirty robe ran out from another stone house, panting and shouting to stop the fight.

"You old guy, you only come out now."

Seeing the newcomer, Su Yang laughed heartily. "This is No. 8? I remember the skull you created sixty years ago was No. 6. Your progress is really slow."

Seeing that Black Diamond had no intention of continuing to crush No. 8, Hart relaxed and glared at Su Yang with resentment. "My speed is slow? Do you know how difficult it is to be the last necromancer on Earth?"

Then, Hart examined Su Yang from head to toe, marveling, "Su Yang, if you let me study you, I believe I could become the most powerful necromancer in history. Over the years, you've become even stronger and younger. China is truly a place full of wonders, producing monsters like you."

Su Yang and Hart became acquainted during World War II. At that time, Su Yang was thriving in London and, out of curiosity, entered the "Cursed Land." He broke through the many restrictions Hart had set up in the forest, and after a fierce battle, they became good friends.

As the last necromancer on Earth, an 800-year-old antique, Hart gained many insights from Su Yang and made significant progress in necromancy. Su Yang even set up the Demon Gate Array in the forest to protect Hart's base.

Of course, Hart was also a good friend, helping Su Yang with many things. During the Battle of the Tower of London, to assist Su Yang, Hart even sent his precious undead servants. In that battle, Hart No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 were destroyed, and No. 4 and No. 5 were severely damaged, with only No. 6 escaping unharmed.

In addition, in that battle, Hart completely suppressed the black witches worshipped by the vampires and ultimately killed them, erasing the black witches from history, providing significant support.

Both being nearly immortal beings, though they chose different paths, their shared interests made it easy to understand their mutual respect.

"Study me?"

A wicked smile appeared on Su Yang's lips. "If I ever die, I won't mind you studying me."

In Hart's room, the necromancer enthusiastically poured Su Yang a cup of a green liquid he had concocted. "Try my new lizard dragon wine. Only you are worthy of drinking it, as you are Hart's only friend."

Su Yang drank it in one go, satisfied. "Old buddy, it's been over sixty years, and your strange-tasting wine is still as good as ever."

Hart said proudly, "Of course, before I chose the path of a necromancer, I was the best brewer in the British Empire."

"By the way, why did you come back this time?"

"I'm going to eliminate all those annoying bats," Su Yang said straightforwardly.

"Eliminate all of them?" Hart looked puzzled.

"Yes, every last one."

"Hu Yang, although you are powerful and even more so now, this is still an impossible task," Hart said frankly. "The vampires are deeply rooted in London. Even the combined forces of the powerful church and the British royal family couldn't achieve this during the vampires' weakest period."

Su Yang didn't mind Hart's discouragement, smiling. "That's why I came to see you."

Hart looked exasperated, muttering, "I knew you'd come to me for something. I've already lost No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3, and it took a lot of effort to repair No. 4 and No. 5. I only have a few undead servants left. A war to exterminate the vampires won't be much help with this small force."

Su Yang patted Hart's shoulder and suddenly threw over a dozen strands of Spirit Grass from the "Spirit Realm" to Hart. "Old buddy, when have I ever been stingy? Over the years, the reason you've only created eight undead servants isn't because of your lack of ability, but because you couldn't find enough materials."

"The materials for creating undead servants are becoming scarce. If I provide you with high-quality materials, do you have the confidence to create an army of undead servants in a short time?"

The moment Su Yang took out the Spirit Grass, Hart's eyes were drawn to this not-so-rare but valuable material from the Spirit Realm. He picked up a strand, sniffed it, and looked completely entranced, as if hugging his life's treasure.

Most of a necromancer's power comes from the undead servants they create, and the quality and quantity of these servants reflect the strength of the necromancer.

Hart, as the last necromancer on Earth, had extensive experience and skills in creating undead servants after 800 years. However, the lack of materials for creating undead servants had always been a limiting factor.

The bodies for the undead servants were not lacking, as there were many deceased powerful beings in the world.

What was lacking were the various potions needed during the creation process. In the distant past, when Earth's resources were not yet scarce, the most powerful necromancers had armies of undead servants that could rival the forces of an entire kingdom.

The Spirit Grass that Su Yang took out was one of the main materials needed to create the most important potion for making undead servants.

Reluctantly putting down the Spirit Grass, Hart swallowed and said, "Su Yang, I can create as many undead servants as you provide materials for, but you know, just these Spirit Grasses are not enough."

Su Yang nodded. "Old buddy, don't worry about the materials. The undead servants you create will be yours, not mine. I just need them to be at my disposal for a while."

"Of course, with your powerful necromancy skills, if you have sufficient and high-quality materials, the undead servants you create should have strength comparable to a vampire viscount. Quality over quantity, I think you understand this."

Hart's gaunt face twisted into a smile that was barely better than a frown, but he said confidently, "If the other materials you provide are of the same quality as these Spirit Grasses, the undead servants I create can reach the strength of a vampire count, or even stronger."

This was the confidence of a necromancer, and in this field, no one in the world was more authoritative than Hart.

"Yang, let me tell you a secret. Three hundred years ago, I obtained the body of an absolute powerhouse. I think this might be a chance to bring him back to life. You should know that truly good materials should be used with the best potions and not wasted easily."

"An absolute powerhouse? What was his identity in life?" Su Yang asked curiously. A powerful body that Hart cherished so much would certainly not be an unknown figure.

"Arthur!"

"No wonder. But if the British royal family sees a former Arthur turned into an undead servant by you, you'll have a lot of trouble."

"Who cares what they think," Hart said disdainfully.

"As you wish. Tell me what materials you need, and I'll prepare them for you."

An hour later, standing in front of a pile of rare materials that looked like a small mountain, Hart's eyes shone with unprecedented excitement.

"Yang, you are a miraculous existence. These materials are impossible to find on Earth."

Su Yang shrugged. "It looks like you'll be busy for a while. I won't waste your time. I'll come back in a few days, and you should hurry to create the undead servants."

Hart rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Don't worry, I'm starting to believe in your plan to exterminate the vampires. Ha ha."

Leaving the "Cursed Land," Su Yang headed straight for the place he stayed in his previous life in the UK, the small town of Warwick.