After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Floating City.

In the majestic building of the Wizards Union, many wizards wearing various wizard robes came and went in a hurry.

Even the originally spacious aisle has become much more crowded.

"Excuse me, please let me go!"

A man said hurriedly, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice after working for many days.

"Over here! Hey! Rudolph!"

Another small-eyed wizard shouted at him from the other side, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose slipped a little.

"Thanks, Walkley! What a busy few months!"

The two finally came to the door of a conference room, and Rudolph breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've practically lived in the office, and I drink more energy potions than water these days."

He rubbed between his brows and shook his head.

"Isn't it? I heard that someone has sent the latest news. It's extremely urgent! You know, about 'Abyss'. I guess, it will definitely be mentioned in the meeting later."

Walkley walked into the meeting room, sat down in one of the empty seats, and said in a low voice.

The round conference table was almost full of wizards, and everyone had haggard looks on their faces.

Sitting at the head of the round table was an old man wearing a dark blue wizard robe with short white hair.

Although he looks old, he is hale and hearty, with wisdom shining in his sharp eagle eyes.

Not to mention that there was an obvious scar on his cheek, from the corner of his left forehead across the right cheek, extending to the lower right jaw, adding a bit of sternness to him.

"The meeting chaired by the president himself..."

Rudolph murmured softly.

"Okay, everyone, let's make a long story short. Recently, Dean Brian of Snowbog School of Wizardry sent us a key message, and I would like to thank a respectable ancient wizard."

As soon as the short-haired old man finished speaking, a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air in front of all the wizards present.

On this parchment is a brief summary of the main points in Brewster's diary and manuscript: the research on the creatures of the abyss, the coordinates of the channel of the plane...

Rudolph glanced quickly, his pupils trembling.

"As you can see, this is the information of the plane channel. The Wizarding Union has sent a 'special operation team' to investigate and verify. Now, we have been able to determine the reliability of the coordinates of this plane channel, and based on its location The characteristics deduce the coordinates of other plane channels that may exist."

The chairman's calm and powerful voice rang in the conference room.

He calmly looked around at the leaders of the affiliated institutions of the Wizarding Union present, and continued to say: "Since we discovered traces of the 'Abyss' haunting again three years ago, all defense work has been arranged in an orderly manner. Thank you for your efforts in the past few years. In order to avoid another tragic plane war, at the suggestion of the heads of the seven wizarding colleges, we decided to take the lead in attacking together with the Holy See of Light and the Holy Light Knights to block the plane aisle!"

Rudolph couldn't help but gasped when he heard the words.

Although it seems that the expected result is very good, if it is invaded by abyssal creatures in the process of blocking the passage of the plane...

"I think you have all considered it, yes, we need to prepare for the abyss to invade again!"

The president raised his head and said slowly.

Snowbogg's School of Wizardry.

"In that case, there is still a possibility of war, right?"

Paris Geller wiped his face with a trace of anxiety in his voice.

His eyes turned from wizard Christina Black, who had just announced the arrangement of the Wizards Union, to his companion Addison Morgan beside him.

Christina Black listened to the rustling discussions of wizard apprentices in the auditorium, but did not say anything to stop her.

Recalling the peaceful life of these years, she silently let out a long breath.

Amidst these noises, she even heard some wizard apprentices couldn't help but pray aloud, hoping that they could be successfully promoted to wizards before this operation.

"We have to consider the worst-case scenario, that's true. If the abyss decides to fight back when blocking the passage of the plane..."

Addison Morgan turned over a page of the notebook in his hand, raised his head and said something faintly.

"Don't worry. Over the past few years, the Tower of Truth has done a lot of preparatory work. They have been trying to integrate magic and machinery to exert greater power. The effect seems to be very good."

Cyril thought of the occasional messages from Nicholas Cavendish, and comforted him.

Nicholas Cavendish left Snowbog Wizarding Academy a year ago, and went to the Tower of Truth to engage in new research.

He described it in a letter to Cyril:

"We have discovered more possibilities of magic! In many experiments, only a very small amount of magic power can be used to leverage extremely huge magic effects! In this way, any ordinary wizard apprentice can also exert a magic effect comparable to that of many magicians. The strength of an official wizard! This is amazing, isn't it? Thanks Merlin! I think this is much more interesting than studying magic rune reconstruction in the academy! Of course, I have to admit that the basics of magic are very important..."

"There is also the Holy Light Knights. Didn't Wizard Christina say that the Wizards Union has united the Holy See of the Holy Light and the Holy Light Knights. They have opened the Fountain of Faith to the Wizards Union and the Tower of Truth. Sufficient holy water is our The advantages."

Warren analyzed calmly.

Among the apprentice wizards, Warren Abraham was one of the few apprentice wizards who chose to study the history of magic in depth. Because of this, he knew more about the history of the Knights of the Holy Light.

The power of faith given to them by the Goddess of Light is extremely special.

Although the power of faith of the Holy Light Knights is not as powerful as the magic power of wizards in daily life, they have unexpected damage and purification ability when facing evil spirits and the abyss.

"That's right. I bought a piece of soft armor made by adding holy water to the Tower of Truth before. This thing is at least quite effective in resisting the pollution of seriously polluting creatures on the Wizarding Continent. I added another one to it. The defensive wizard formation built by myself did not destroy the original stability of the soft armor. This is very good, indicating that wizards and wizard apprentices still have a lot of room for transformation after they get the defensive tools."

Addison Morgan picked up on Warren.

"That's right, Wizard Christina also said just now that the Wizards Union and the Seven Wizarding Academies have recalled wizards and wizard apprentices scattered on various continents, and the exercise will be held in seven days. Times have changed now, and we have a unified Organize and deploy, everyone will fight side by side, and we will win."

Paris Geller rambled on to find a reason to comfort himself.

Holy Light Knights.

"It's such a long-lost battle atmosphere!"

Raphael, who had dazzling blond hair, lowered his head and tried to wipe his silver shield with holy water, and sighed aloud.

"Goddess of Light, I can't wait any longer!"

His voice is gorgeous and bright, very pleasing to the ear.

The fluffy and brilliant blond hair is like a bright little sun, shining with eye-catching light.

Several tall knights next to him glanced at the leader who had been excited since they received the news, looked at each other, and shrugged helplessly.

Raphael polished his already clean silver shield so that it can be seen clearly.

His bright eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to carefully try to polish his saber, which was overflowing with silver light.

"How many times have you wiped it? Raphael?"

A burly knight with a big brown beard raised his eyebrows, and said in a loud voice slightly jokingly: "It's not like we're going to participate in the battle tomorrow, it will take a few days to go to the Wizarding Continent, right?!"

"I've never been to the Wizarding Continent! Three years ago, when the Wizarding Union came to ask the Holy See of the Holy Light to cooperate with them in investigating the traces of the abyss, Aychens and Levi rushed to go there."

A thin red-haired knight crossed his arms and snorted a few times.

"Those abominable little fellows specially took advantage of my absence to find the head of the group and the archbishop without telling me to recommend themselves! By the time I know it, it will be too late."

The red-haired knight said with some dissatisfaction.

"I heard that the Wizarding Union sent their airship over here. I hope it's big enough to hold some of my precious white horses."

The big brown beard was thinking aside, "Yes, I must bring my old helper!"

"Yes, MacArthur, your precious ponies are all wrapped up on me!"

Raphael raised his head, revealing his handsome face that had captivated the ladies of the royal capital, big and small.

The blond man had admirably good looks, a handsome mix of delicacy and hormones.

The slightly messy blond hair modified his cold and tough edges, and the slightly raised eye corners added a chic temperament to him.

"Also, Gabriel! Stop talking about those little guys! They pulled me to complain about a lot of wizards' eccentricities since they came back last time."

Raphael raised his eyebrows and said briskly.

"Also, if you went to the Wizarding Continent that time, no one would be able to keenly spot the traces of the abyss haunting the suburbs of Highlandon, and that would be a big loss."

After Raphael finished speaking, he clapped his hands and put the sword back into its sheath neatly.

With a light lift of his long legs, he stood up gracefully, his whole figure was like a tall and straight green pine.

Raphael patted the shoulder of the red-haired knight, raised his chin towards his companion and said, "This time, there will be a chance! Let those rather arrogant wizards experience the strength of our Holy Light Knight!"

Undead world.

Cyril sat on the bone dragon Zoke, looking down at the mighty army of undead on the ground.

The white skeletons seemed to form an endless gray-white river.

As the undead army moved, it looked like countless waves were rushing forward.

And the soul fires of various colors flickering in the eye sockets of the skeleton man are like the fine sand in the river, clearly extinguishing.

Brian's warm body was clinging to Cyril, with his arms around Little Rose's waist from behind.

He glanced lightly at the shocking undead army below, and stroked Cyril's hair with his chin.

"How? Do you want to try to manipulate them?"

Brian's chin quietly moved to Cyril's ear.

While biting Cyril's earlobe gently, he asked slowly.

"Amazing!"

Cyril stared down and blurted out.

Can anyone really defeat such a powerful undead army? !

He stared fixedly at the thousands of troops and horses below, thinking in his heart.

These skeleton soldiers and skeleton generals are always loyal, bow their heads to their masters, and are absolutely loyal.

And they are not afraid of death, even as long as the master's magic power is strong enough, they can recover the damage they have suffered in a very short period of time.

"It's all yours now."

Brian looked at Cyril, who opened a pair of beautiful almond eyes, and his lips curved slightly.

"All that is mine is all yours."

He kissed the side of Cyril's neck.

"Don't worry about the anchor on your body, the creatures of the abyss won't have a chance to get close to you."

Brian's tone was soft and flat, but it gave people an infinitely gentle and cautious feeling.

As his voice fell, the bone dragon Zok turned around and flew towards the majestic castle on the top of the mountain in the distance.

As if he had received some instructions, Zucker drove the two of them over a large expanse of fiery rose gardens at low altitude.