A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1647: 452 Are you ready for the true Ascension?

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The sword qi approached swiftly.

It reached Matthew’s chest in an instant.

However, his clothing remained undamaged; Tyraste’s sword qi penetrated directly and then vanished.

Immediately after,

Black Fire erupted from Matthew’s body, showing signs of weakening.

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His pupils contracted violently, followed by a muffled groan, as he spat out several mouthfuls of black blood, and his eyes darkened severely.

His expression became even more sinister:

“Cough cough…”

“Old man, repaying kindness with ingratitude, huh?”

Tyraste knelt on one knee, his remaining left hand clenched into a fist, gently tapping the ancient bedrock ground.

With each tap,

transparent fish began to emerge from beneath the ground.

The fish swam joyously around Tyraste.

Such a warm and lovely scene,

was extremely dangerous in the eyes of others.

The other three individuals quickly stepped back.

Their instincts told them,

that those translucent fish were far more fearsome than any weapon!

“I told you, leave Matthew’s body!”

Tyraste’s condition did not look promising.

Every word he spoke,

was accompanied by heavy coughing.

Meanwhile,

Black Fire began to emerge from the stump of his severed right arm.

The flames scorched his flesh.

Despite his strong regenerative abilities, the wound showed no signs of deteriorating rapidly,

but it significantly strained Tyraste’s focus and energy.

Even so,

the group of translucent fish born around the Elf Elder remained unaffected.

They swam joyously,

and with each round,

Tyraste’s surrounding whirlwind grew stronger.

“Sword of Spirit…”

“Are these the swordfish you conjured with your mental power?”

“No wonder you could use Star Realm Swordfish as a weapon…”

A thoughtful expression flashed through Matthew’s eyes.

The next second,

a massive amount of mental power-infused swordfish swiftly swam through.

The school assaulted the Black Fire.

The previously formidable Black Fire was instantly suppressed!

Matthew took three steps back.

His expression grew even stranger:

“Incredible.”

“A mere mortal, possessing such powerful spiritual strength…”

He then laughed softly:

“Think about it from another angle, how long have you been frustrated inside to have developed such a twisted spiritual source?”

“Even the finest ascetic monks I encountered in ancient times were no better…”

Unmoved, Tyraste continued to clench his fist and rhythmically pounded the ground.

With each strike,

more Swords of Spirit joined the school of fish.

The collision between the fish and the Black Fire became even fiercer.

It was clear to any discerning eye,

that facing this strangely abnormal and disintegrative Black Fire, Tyraste’s swordfish were clearly gaining the upper hand!

In just a few seconds,

the Black Fire on Matthew’s body was completely suppressed.

The severely dark circles under his eyes began to gradually fade.

A shadow appeared behind him,

as if a powerful soul was being forcibly extracted little by little from Matthew’s body.

A shimmer crossed Tyraste’s eyes.

His forearm bulged with thick veins, but just as he was about to increase the frequency of his hits, chains of golden color abruptly appeared around him.

Clank clank!

The chains stretched from every corner of the space,

surrounding him from above and below.

They completely bound Tyraste!

Without Tyraste’s support,

the Swordfish Group suddenly weakened.

For a moment,

the Black Fire rebounded!

“What’s happening?”

The Faded Dragon cursed through gritted teeth:

“Why do the laws of Lost Paradise only bind us?”

A taunting look appeared on Matthew’s face:

“I’ve told you all, I am the only god in Lost Paradise!”

“The laws that bind mortals, how could they affect a god?”

The next moment,

he snorted coldly, and with a flick of his hand, massive amounts of Black Fire rushed toward Tyraste’s chest like a striking snake.

Boom!

An endless stream of Black Fire formed a fiery dragon that instantly pierced Tyraste’s chest.

Just when everyone thought Tyraste was more likely dead than alive,

shock reappeared on Matthew’s face—

because he saw.

The Black Fire indeed passed through the Elf Elder’s chest, but it did absolutely no damage!

No!

It wasn’t a penetration!

It was—

Refraction?

“Innate Evasion?”

Matthew came to a realization:

“You’ve perfected ‘Innate Evasion,’ using accumulated evasion gaps to achieve a hundred percent evasion in combat?”

“I should have decapitated you while you were unconscious!”

In the midst of speaking.

The endless Black Fire already reached the chains that bound Tyraste,

The chains, seemingly indestructible,

yet when touched by the Black Fire, melted like butter, instantly turning into tiny droplets on the ground.

Seizing the moment, Tyraste sprung to his feet, briefly escaping his predicament.

However, the laws of Lost Paradise were not so easily evaded.

Seconds later,

more chains appeared behind Tyraste, fiercely locking onto his limbs and torso.

Tyraste raised an eyebrow.

At the critical moment,

he suddenly stepped forward—

Ground Shrinking!

He appeared in front of Matthew, standing close to the mass of Black Fire!