Transcendent Dawn

ꨡ[6Ba~oAs9: Chapter 0799: Ghost (Please Subscribe) Chapter 799: Chapter 0799: Ghost (Please Subscribe) Imperial Capital, the outskirts, Floating City.

A gold cup studded with gemstones rolled on the ground.

Two legendary warriors like ravenous beasts, who had been hidden behind Chastain, sprang out, pouncing on Ilya and Tacro.

The next moment, their bodies were torn apart, blood splattering everywhere.

“That easy?

Something’s wrong!”

The grand feast came to a sudden halt, and Chastain was abruptly struck by an icy chill.

“The Emperor killed the tutor?”

The many magicians below were all in an uproar.

Seeing this scene, Chastain also understood that there was no turning back, and waved his hand.

A large number of Super String Warriors rushed in and began a purge.

Magicians are skilled at keeping their distance and using various spells against their enemies, but close combat is not their forte, and they suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

“Chastain!”

But at that moment, the dome of the great hall was lifted, and two figures appeared, they were none other than Ilya and Tacro.

What the legendary warriors had torn apart were merely flesh puppets.

The two magic tutors hovered in mid-air, their voices resounding: “You have broken our agreement and started a war!”

Bang!

A figure appeared opposite them, one of the legendary warriors, and his fist came crashing down.

The illusions of the two burst like soap bubbles.

A magician would never engage in close combat with a warrior!

What followed was a green beam of light.

–Death Finger!

How terrifying is the magic of the magic tutor, especially when amplified by the Magic Net?

Almost instantly, the legendary warrior had a hole blown in his chest and fell down.

That he did not die instantly was due to his high resistance.

“Haha…

Isn’t all of this your own doing?”

Chastain looked at the scene, laughing madly: “I see…

Ilya, it’s all a trap you set up, even willing to sacrifice Lindsay…

you are even more ruthless than me!”

…

That night, the Imperial Capital was engulfed in the flames of war.

Who knows how many Super String Warriors and private soldiers were annihilated by the magicians.

By the second day.

A Floating City descended above the Imperial Capital.

Ilya personally presided over the purge of the royal family and the major nobles.

Year 260 of the Empire.

The infamous ‘Night of Blood’ erupted, Chastain and his wife, along with the entire royal family and 327 noble families, were wiped out within a single day.

Immediately after, Ilya gave a speech, proclaiming the establishment of the ‘Nesser Magic Empire’, with herself as the first leader, revered as the ‘Magic King’ and ‘Great Magic Emperor’.

The old Moriqui Empire vanished with the wind, a new Magic Empire was erected on its ruins.

The emerging ‘Nesser Magic Empire’, with magicians as the ruling class, won widespread awe and worship from the populace through Ilya’s strong power and the concept of the ‘Magic Net’ as equivalent to ‘Magic’.

An endless stream of faith also perfected the fifth layer of the Magic Net.

Subsequently, the eleventh and twelfth Acute Angle Monuments were discovered.

The sixth layer of the Magic Net began to emerge!

Its symbol was the Floating Cities suspended in the sky.

Magicians began to be regarded as divine beings high above, looking down on all other creatures.

…

North Territory Prairie.

Mage Tower, inside the lab.

A ‘human body’ was strapped down to a surgical table, its limbs bound.

It was a Tiger People, but its body was rotten, its skin black and blue, its eyes azure, struggling and roaring incessantly.

This was a ‘Walking Corpse’!

An unusual creature captured from the snowstorm by Ritchie.

“Resurrection after death?!”Staring at the walking corpse, a manic glimmer twinged his features.

“It’s real…

Wol the Tiger Person, I have heard of your death, so why are you still alive?

Tell me…your secret.”

Sadly, the walking corpse on the other side had completely lost its sanity, and its only response was a low growl.

Moreover, it was filled with hatred for all living beings.

“No need for food, no need for air…

What keeps its body functioning is some strange magic power…

I notice some familiar alchemical transformation magic on it…”

Ritchie, expressionless, began to record the surgery.

Before long, he picked up his scalpel, “Let the first dissection experiment begins!”

…

After a while.

Ritchie emerged from the laboratory and returned to his own room.

He poured himself a glass of strong liquor with a stoic face, swallowed it in large gulps, and slumped into a chair.

For mages, alcohol was usually avoided.

However, he didn’t care anymore.

“Lindsay…”

Only when he was drunk could he see the loved one who had departed to the netherworld, the one who often appeared in his dreams.

The news that came from the Imperial Capital before shattered his heart.

What followed was an overwhelming obsession.

“I will bring you back to life!

I swear that I will unravel the secret of the corpse’s resurrection!”

He mumbled in his drunken stupor.

Low-level walking corpses that lacked intelligence and were mindless flesh puppets were not what he was after.

But Ritchie found out from the dissection just now that the corpse was not naturally made, but a product of magic.

It was a totally new magic that dealt with flesh and soul and could resurrect the dead!

Perhaps within that magic was the hope of Lindsay’s resurrection!

So the next day, Ritchie prepared his luggage, traveled from the grassland all the way to the north, and set foot in the icy snowy land that the grassland people dreaded.

…

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The cold wind howled.

Even with warming magic added to his body, Ritchie felt somewhat frozen.

What surprised him more were the surrounding creatures.

Ice Plain Wolves, polar bears, and humans!

The only common point was that they all had pale blue eyes and had been transformed into walking corpses!

“Take me to your master!”

Ritchie raised his magic wand, and a ball of flame ignited on top of it: “I do not wish to repeat myself!”

The army of the walking corpse remained still.

After a moment, they parted and made a path.

Ritchie took a deep breath and walked straight ahead.

He came deep into the icy snowy land and saw a gigantic palace entirely made of ice.

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Ritchie entered the palace, journeyed down a translucent path, and arrived in a great hall.

The entire hall was airy with ice peaks and ice spikes scattered around its perimeter.

At its center, high atop icy steps, sat an Ice Throne!

The throne was made entirely of cold ice, reflecting a dazzling burst of color.

A robed magician sat upright on it.

He lifted his head, and the fire of spirit emerged from his dark eye sockets.

“Ah!”

Ritchie took a step back, unable to comprehend that the creator and manipulator of these walking corpses was actually a skeleton!

“Gaga!”

Upon seeing Ritchie, the soul fire in the skull’s eye sockets flared up, suddenly making a hoarse, unpleasant sound: ” I remember now, Ritchie…haha, don’t you recognize me, lad?”

“You…who are you?”

Feeling the dreadful pressure of spiritual power, Ritchie’s voice trembled slightly.

“I taught you, remember?

It was I who taught your Shaping Energy System magic class!”

The skull let out a soft laugh.