A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1552: 428 Life Miracle and Heavenly God’s Blood (Request for Monthly Votes)_2

First, there was the need to ascertain the exact constraints imposed on my own Strength.

“Necromancy, all spells related to negative energy have been barred.”

“It seems the profession of necromancer has also become the target of some particularly malicious intent.”

“Yes, it’s the ceremonial field; there’s an extremely powerful ceremonial field here, which targets any potential grave robbers and spellcasters…”

The power of this ceremonial field was truly formidable.

Even Matthew’s gravestone and the Undying Domain were rendered ineffective here!

“We must leave here quickly!”

Matthew bent down and scurried through the narrowest tunnel, then continued forward by relying on the limited Dark Vision provided by his equipment.

However, after only a few steps,

the dripping sounds of water once again reached his ears!

This time,

the source was just an arm’s length away!

“Right on the main corridor that connects to the tomb…”

Matthew slowed down his pace and drew his weapons—

A shovel in his left hand, a sickle in his right.

“Eighteen Styles of Martial Arts” gave him the ability to handle several weapons at the same time, and when combined with combat capabilities like “Left and Right Bow” and “Multitasking,” his mixed weapon techniques became even more skilled.

In the midst of his thoughts,

the sound of dripping water was now within reach.

With his back against the wall, Matthew suddenly bent down and lunged out, then aimed to attack the source of the sound—

At a critical moment,

the opponent and Matthew simultaneously stilled their movements, and their weapons grazed past each other with a low, sharp sound!

“Why do you walk with a water jug, dripping water down as you go?”

Matthew asked Sener with annoyance.

Sener rolled his eyes:

“Then why do you breathe so heavily? I thought there was a dinosaur hidden in this tomb chamber!”

Crack!

A crisp sound.

Matthew lit a Mage Fire, at first Sener also had a look of surprise on his face, but then he squinted and taunted:

“My mistake.”

“I didn’t even detect the sickle and shovel—you’re right, surely a dinosaur couldn’t moonlight as a farmer, could it?”

Matthew ignored him and observed his surroundings calmly.

Sener lifted his water jug at his waist:

“Let me give you a free lesson on surviving in underground spaces: Water drops can help you determine the direction of gravity. Don’t underestimate this detail, it could save your life in a critical moment. Based on my assessment, the exit is this way. Shall we go together?” @@novelbin@@

Matthew did not respond.

The two maintained a certain distance from each other and walked towards the depths of the darkness along the main corridor.

During this time,

Matthew also noticed that there were different tomb chambers on both sides of the main corridor.

At the moment, there was slight noise coming from many tomb chambers—

Fortunately,

the noises in the chambers were all made by their own people.

After some effort, they successfully gathered their forces; all six were present without anyone missing or lagging behind.

“Blood-Drinking Mountain sure is a sinister place; I’ve never seen a demiplane where you end up in a coffin after entering!”

Hayek murmured quietly.

“Oh, that just means you haven’t visited enough demiplanes,”

Jassiliven whispered with a smug chuckle.

“Let’s go, there’s a light source over there; it should be near the exit.”

Matthew led the group slowly through the tomb.

Clusters of Mage Fire illuminated the path ahead.

On the stone walls on both sides of the main corridor, crude, even shocking murals began to appear one after another.

The majority of the mural content was about the greatness and majesty of the god Poole.

Having looked through the entire procession,

Matthew felt his stereotypes about trolls were getting even deeper…

A suspension bridge appeared ahead.

The top of the bridge was not wide, but below it seemed like a bottomless abyss.

After checking the safety of the bridge,

the group crossed one after another.

Halfway across,

breezes started to flow up from beneath the bridge.

“Something’s coming up!”

Someone whispered sharply.

All lowered their heads and saw countless points of light suddenly shining in the endless darkness below.

Then,

all the lights converged onto a massive curved surface that resembled a lotus, with numerous lotuses stacking together. They alternately ascended, slowly reaching above the suspension bridge.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The wind from below became even more biting.

Facing this unknown creature,

everyone seemed more or less tense.

Only Matthew remained calm.

He cautioned the others,

“Don’t be nervous; it has no ill intent towards us.”

And then he reached out towards the white light at the edge of that curved surface.

Matthew gently caressed the huge blossom—he had seen a similar creature before, Hussman, the Rotten Sac Lord.

This strange life form before him was obviously not a rotting sac, nor was it a mushroom or related fungi, but rather a magnificent life composed of countless microorganisms.

Above the suspension bridge,

the white light flickered, and Matthew could feel the other’s joy—it was communicating its goodwill to him!

Matthew closed his eyes so he could communicate deeper with this miraculous life that thrived in a place of malevolence.

Silence became the only melody on the bridge.

After a while,

Sener couldn’t help but relax his stiff arms:

“Are you going to keep touching it?”

The sudden sound seemed to startle the life form, and quickly all the curved surfaces began to retract.

It collapsed from a giant blossom into a fist-sized, fuzzy ball.

The little ball of light fluttered in the air for a while, then sank into the abyss below.

A few seconds later,

a bright light suddenly lit up from below—

Numerous dandelion-like spots of light shot upwards, and the gentle light fell on everyone, imparting a clear and refreshing force.