Chapter 20

Chapter 20

A black cat, the strongest knight among the wounded team, Roman.New novel chapters are published on

A black light, knocking everyone down.

Garrett's heart sank. The newcomer was incredibly powerful, capable of wiping them all out effortlessly. What was more terrifying were the black light, the black cat, the skeleton soldiers, zombies, stone gargoyles...

It sounded like a scene from a painting. If the owner returned and found their home smashed, the skeleton soldiers destroyed, even the guarding gargoyles taken down...

The consequences couldn't be worse.

Garrett tried to subtly shift, attempting to shrink into a corner, putting on an "it wasn't me, I had nothing to do with this" expression. Before he could move much, a chill swept over him, like a bucket of ice-cold water poured over his head. Glancing around, all the faces of the fallen soldiers expressed shock

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Someone approached from behind. The footsteps were peculiar, sounding like they were clunking on the ground, yet also like some small claws scratching and scraping. Stiffening his spine, Garrett slowly turned his head with caution

In his view was a long black robe nearly touching the ground. The material seemed unknown, heavy and non-reflective. All light seemed to be absorbed into the robe; any fashion designer from a previous life would spare no effort to acquire such fabric.

Garrett trembled and looked up. The black-robed figure floated, concealing any human contours, appearing more like a skeleton draped in clothesa skeleton holding a bone-made staff. Before he could see the face, the fallen Roman knight on the ground screamed:

"Necromancer!You're a necromancer!"

The figure in the black robe paused. The long black robe fluttered slightly and silently descended. The Roman knight shrieked, trembling as he raised an arm, pointing shakily at the necromancer, his arm quivering.

In Garrett's eyes, the knight's wrist twisted unnaturally, and even the shape of his fingers seemed oddhis thumb couldn't straighten, perhaps a tendon injury. Garrett silently speculated, watching as the Roman knight shakily extended his index finger, pointing straight at the necromancer's face:

"You, an outsider necromancer, dare to harm the priest of the Spring Goddess! Aren't you afraid of the Temple's retribution!"

"My apologies, I just arrived in the city this afternoon and went to report at the Mage Tower."

The necromancer replied confidently. While speaking, he stepped forward, the black robe billowing violently, akin to an angry roaring sea in a storm:

"It's you who barged into my Mage Tower, smashed my gargoyles. If I hadn't returned early, even my laboratory would've been destroyed. The Temple? If they dare not apologize and compensate, tomorrow, I'll join the Magic Council to dismantle their temple too!"

"You dare"

Wanted to look closer.

Wanted to touch.

Wanted to examine thoroughly.

Garrett was completely absorbed, forgetting the necromancer's threat. Unbeknownst to him, he had sat up from the ground, leaning forward, desperately wanting to inspect the skeleton entirely.

How does this skeleton move!

No joints, no ligaments, loosely assembled, yet it moves!

The necromancer negotiated compensation with the priest Donald after flinging the Roman knight away, part extortion, part threat. When he turned around, he spotted a young man sitting among the fallen warriors, gazing upwards, fixated on his protective golden skeleton, as if wanting to delve into it.

Necromancer: "...What are you looking at?"

"This skeleton doesn't add up!"

Garrett replied casually without even turning his head. After responding, he jolted, twisting his head to find out who had spoken to him just now?

Didn't see anything.

No, not that he didn't see anything, he saw a pitch-black... black cloth... black robe... a thin face.

The necromancer was quite tall, especially from Garrett's viewpoint while seated, resembling a post supporting a head. Not just tall but skinny, swathed in the black robe, resembling a stick.

When one's that skinny, naturally, the face wouldn't be any better; cheeks tightly pressed against cheekbones, sunken cheeks. It didn't look much different from the golden skeleton nearby.

Garrett was slightly surprised but not particularly afraid. A necromancer being thin was normal, even if it were a skeleton with two glowing phosphorescent points, it matched his recollection of the liches. It was the necromancer who was impatient, stepping forward, pressing urgently:

"What's wrong with this skeleton?"

"The skull and pelvis, they belong to different individuals!"

"Not the same person? How did you figure that out?"

Well... asking me this, and I won't be tired anymore. Garrett pushed himself up from the ground, standing with effort. He was a bit unsteady, and the considerate golden skeleton even lent him a hand:

"The skull is male, the pelvis is female. Clearly, they're two different people!"

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