Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

When Kemo Salas walked into the study room, three advanced spellcasters responsible for the entry of magic encyclopedia quickly stood up and saluted him.

He waved his hand casually, signaling them to continue to focus on their work, and he sat in front of an empty magic brain instrument and began to read the part of the document that had been uploaded.

"After entering the last batch of documents sent today, the basic content of the Magic Encyclopedia is almost filled..."

The chief of the Federation looked at the crystal screen, which was regularly divided into several magic schools, sorted out various documents and materials, and nodded slightly with satisfaction.

Analysis of the general magic model structure and magic model of a large number of seven to nine rings...

Advanced theories and research documents covering major categories of elements, arcane, nature, etc....

The Alchemy Secretology Association publicly published and submitted, advanced alchemy secret techniques and alchemy pharmacy knowledge...

Complete decryption of a large number of rare magical materials including minerals, plants, and organisms...

Salas suddenly asked, "Why didn't I see the document entry on the undead magic in the encyclopedia? Did you miss it during the review process?"

Hunter quickly stood up and explained slightly crampedly: "The Chief Excellency, the Undead Skill faction, has been qualified to pass the review and publish too few related papers and research results..."

He paused, picked up the written list he had compiled and looked it up for a moment, "The last article passed the review of the Council and was successfully published in the Communiqué of the Federation. The document on the undead magic that we included was still in the 569th year of the Glorious History. It's been twelve years ago."

Salas took the document catalog handed over by Hunter and saw at a glance the document marked as the Undead Skills faction. It was particularly prominent and lonely among the papers on the natural alchemy of elemental arcane.

"Analysis of the fluctuational active cycle of death energy in the magic net", author - Julian Aziz."

The name of an extremely strange spellcaster seems to be unfamiliar, which makes him feel no impression.

Hunter introduced him with a familiarity: "This gentleman is a mid-level arcane spellcaster officially registered by the Federation. He is a junior teacher at the Royal Academy of Magic of Orland."

"Arcane Spellcaster? How could he publish a paper on the Undead Spellcasting Faction?" Sarath frowned.

Hunter responded cautiously, "He was originally an orthodox necromancer who graduated from the Fallos Academy of the Undead, but... you also know that their reputation and treatment in the casting world were not very good, so later he turned to studying arcane theory. He is now on the way, but he is also very talented in arcane research. After publishing two papers, he was successfully hired as a junior teacher by the Royal Academy of Magic of Audreyland. "

Salas nodded, not planning to find out the root of this issue again.

Since its establishment, the Federation has developed to the present. There are even more high-level undead spell casters registered in the case, and no one has won the title of legend.

This unpopular magic faction that has been dealing with corpses and deaths for many years has always been in such a state of discrimination and a state of decline in talents.

"Review it again and re-enter the undead magic documents that have been screened by you..." Salas said before getting up and leaving, "Since he claims to be a magic encyclopedia, he must truly have everything. All-inclusive..."

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After returning to his independent study on the top floor, Salas quickly entered a meditation guide, adjusted and stabilized his mental state, intending to start a new research paper - the inspiration came from the previous few days, forum member Ke The content of the controlled experiment published by Ershuzad.

He casually called out the manipulator, twisted up the quill dipped in ink, and was about to finish the draft of the paper.

The door of the study room was pushed open with a bang. Dawson, who was short and had a funny rosacea on his face, rushed in. He also used the invisible mage's hand to capture and control a tall full-body mirror, which was simply It was like a shield flying behind him.

Salas resisted the urge to swear. Except for Dawson, who is also a legendary spellcaster, no one else has the ability to break the imprisonment array set up at the gate of his study. He rushed in so rudely that he disturbed his work. .

"Are you crazy? Dawson, why did you run to me with a mirror on his back?"

The full-length mirror behind Dawson floated out of thin air, and it automatically landed steadily on the ground. A familiar figure of the black-robed chief Wes Gallagher appeared in the mirror.

"Salas, it's me, I asked Dawson to come to you right away."

Saras frowned and said, "What does it mean? Evil Moon Mountains or Black Rock City, what urgent happened?"

Gallagher stood up in the mirror, his whole body pressed against the mirror, and his tone was extremely rapid and whispered: "That... observer, Mr. Neumann, suddenly contacted me alone."

"He sent me a...a very strange magic weapon through the instantaneous teleportation array of the Magic Net Forum!"

The black robe chief took out a strangely shaped silver metal staff from behind and came to the mirror to show it to Saras and Dawson, "Look, it's this magic weapon."

"It looks like an ordinary silver casting rod body, with the magic inscriptions on it...well, it is the expression of energy gathering and strengthening."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Dawson asked in confusion: "I don't see anything strange about it. This short staff seems to be a common item mass-produced by the Exploration Association. The inscription on it only provides a simple magic amplification effect."

Gallagher shook his head and took out a few finger-sized pure white crystals from his arms with a complicated look, "Take a look at this."

Salas sneered directly: "It's just a broken magic crystal block after the energy of the charging magic stone is exhausted. What's so strange about it, Gallagher, don't keep us in suspense."

The black-robed chief laughed and stuffed a few pure white crystals in his hand into the groove at the slightly thicker end of the silver short staff, then stood up and guided the perspective of the full-body mirror to change with his movement.

He was currently in the high-end laboratory located in Blackstone City, which belonged exclusively to the chief of the Federation.

Dawson and Salas watched the scene in the full-length mirror in silence, watching the other party slowly walk to a bound demon captive, raise the silver short staff horizontally, point one end at the demon captive, and seem to press some mechanism, and a illusory and lightning-fast white light shoots out from the staff head, directly hitting the other party's shoulder.

Gallagher immediately walked towards the demon captive, raised his hand and pointed at the wound on his shoulder that was hit by the magic released by the short staff.

Salas and Dawson were immediately surprised to find that the wound was originally bleeding, but in an instant, it began to rot and shrink from the wound. The demon captive's originally muscular shoulder, from skin to muscles, tendons and blood vessels, and even bones, all showed carbonization as if it had been burned by flames for a long time!

After waiting for about a minute, Gallagher raised his finger and gently poked the opponent's shoulder. The unconscious demon's shoulder and arm instantly shattered into slag like rotten wood corroded by weathering, and the whole arm disintegrated and separated from the torso.

Gallagher turned his head to look at the two old friends outside the mirror, and spoke with suppressed excitement.

"After the observer, Mr. Neumann, handed me this magic weapon, he only made a request lightly... let me help him test... the specific power of the weapon..."