From Skeleton Soldiers to King of the Undead

On the other side, the core area of ​​the ruins, inside the spiral tower.

Philip climbed up the spiral steps little by little.

The steps are ten meters wide, and are flanked by curved walls made of yellow bricks, which always emit a faint light.

There seems to be no concept of floors here, nor of day and night.

The scenery in sight seems to have never changed, making people wonder if they are just walking around a cylinder, going round and round in place.

"Ho...ho..." Phillip took a few breaths.

Here, as a mage, he cannot fly, and most of his magic power is suppressed, so he can only walk slowly like an ordinary person.

It stands to reason that although the mage's body, which has been infiltrated with magic power for a long time, is far inferior to that of warriors of the same level, it has already surpassed that of normal people.

But Phillip felt like he was back when he was a thin and weak child, following adults up the mountain to chop wood, his breathing was short and his limbs were sore.

"Is this the suppression effect of the Spiral Tower? It's similar to the maze..."

He estimated that a week or more had passed since he climbed the stairs.

"call……"

Feeling very tired, he took a breath and stopped, sat down on the steps, leaned his back against the wall and rested.

In this tall tower, the steps can be infinitely long. Weak people will definitely not be able to climb to the upper floors and can only wander in the area below.

Unless someone with strength comes to help, such as Rex... That's what Angel meant when he asked him to help him.

Otherwise, with Philip's own strength, the trial of the undead system would be a legendary level inheritance, and he would not be able to climb so high.

"If you save on food, you can still last three months..."

After resting for a while, Phillip felt hungry, took out a very thick biscuit from the storage ring, and started to nibble on it.

Water nourishing technique.

A stream of clear spring water emerged from his fingertips, spinning around in the air like a small snake, and then gurgled down his throat, sending the unpalatable food into his stomach.

Food placed in storage items does not perish easily. Adventurers have the habit of hoarding dry food and water.

Normally, three months of food reserves are enough to survive this ruins trial, but this time, if no one passes the final trial, everyone will not be able to get out. Who knows how long they will stay in here?

Even if water can be obtained with magic, food is still a headache. He will not have the magic to grow edible plants out of thin air...

"Da da da……"

At this moment, the footsteps of other people came from below.

Philip stared at the corner below and saw a young mage who looked to be in his early twenties and slightly fat.

Although this tower seemed to have only one passage, there was actually an invisible fork in the road similar to a portal. Phillip didn't know how many times he had passed through the fork.

Even adventurers who enter the same passage at the beginning will be separated as the distance increases, and the probability of encountering other people is not high.

The two looked at each other, and the young mage was the first to say in surprise: "Are you a necromancer? This is really rare."

Phillip nodded, stared at the other person and said, "You seem to have practiced very strong Holy Light spells..."

Just like the other party sensed his magic power, at such a close distance, he could also faintly detect a hint of divine power from the other party.

"Well, my hometown is the Kingdom of Ryan. You know, the God of Light is believed there..."

The mage spread his hands and said with a relaxed look:

"But don't worry, I am not a member of the church and have no interest in hunting heretics. Besides, there are no fights allowed here, right?"

In addition to the locals, a considerable number of Orario's adventurers come from other parts of the world. It is not uncommon to have differences or even conflicts in race and belief, but generally they do not interact with each other and live in peace.

"My name is Dio, what's yours?"

The young mage seemed to be planning to rest for a while, so he sat down on the steps and continued to talk to the young man very proactively.

"Philip, from Holy Dawn College."

After a few seconds of silence, Philip asked: "Have the level four adventurers also begun to enter the core area?"

At close range, he could feel that Dio's magic power was several times stronger than his own, probably at the level of a magister.

"Yes, but I didn't come through the outer area, but the earth spirit appeared directly in front of me and opened the transmission channel."

Dio scratched his back with his staff and continued:

"I wonder what accident happened in the ruins, so many monsters emerged. Tsk, I even killed several demons..."

It seemed that he came in the same way as the first batch of adventurers, with the golden figure driving the through train. It is estimated that before long, level five and level six adventurers will appear in the tower one after another...

Phillip thought for a while and asked again: "Then do you know that this trial is different from the past?"

"No one can leave until the final trial begins and the power of the Bull of Heaven is taken away, right? This is really a bit of a headache."

Dio scratched his head and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "I came in this time and didn't plan to go deep into the ruins, so I didn't bring much food..."

"I feel so hungry. How about you give me some cookies?"

He covered his stomach, leaned back and tilted his head, looking at the boy helplessly, and actually followed the words and started asking for food.

"Have you finished your dry food now?"

Phillip frowned, took out a biscuit and threw it to the mage.

"Thanks!"

Dio happily caught the cookie and started chewing it. He looked really hungry.

"Need water?"

"No need for this... Uh-huh..." The mage stretched his neck to swallow the biscuit crumbs, then condensed a water ball on his fingertips, and swallowed it with a gurgle.

After wiping the crumbs from the corner of his mouth into his mouth, Dio looked at Phillip helplessly, "Brother, can you give me another piece? I'm really hungry..."

"Don't worry, just eat."

Phillip threw two more biscuits to him, "But you have to tell me where your storage ring went."

A mage's storage item is usually a ring, which is almost a must-have item for a formal mage, but when Dio appeared, he was empty-handed. This abnormal phenomenon immediately attracted the young man's attention.

"Thank you! Holy light bless you!"

Dio wolfed down the biscuits again. He is slightly fat and has a round chin. He may be more intolerable to hunger...

"Gulu gulu..."

After taking a few sips of water, the mage touched his belly with satisfaction and said:

"To tell you the truth, my storage ring was taken away by someone. It was a fifth-level warrior who wanted to steal my food. I couldn't stop him at all..."

Phillip asked doubtfully: "Isn't fighting prohibited here?"

Dio spread his hands and said with a wry smile:

"He didn't hit me, but he grabbed my hand and took the ring away in the blink of an eye. The earth spirit didn't show up to stop me. What could I do..."

Isn't robbery a prohibited act?

Philip was a little surprised.

Or is it that because the means are controlled within a certain level, the rules of the ruins cannot be triggered?

"Brother, have you reached your limit when you climbed here?"

Dio rubbed his hands and showed a smile, "I can take you to a higher place. As long as you provide me with a little food, I will be satisfied..."