The Rise of the Cemetery

Since ancient times, the appearance of big figures has always been so different.

Erqwin nearly stopped breathing when the dracolich Karthus manifested in the void.

Of course, the dracolich's stooped and skinny half-lizard figure was nothing to look at, and it definitely didn't fit Erkwin's aesthetic taste, but the void tremor caused by the opponent's figure was a bit scary.

With just the simple action of eliminating the invisibility technique, space ripples visible to the naked eye appeared in the void around the dracolich, and even some places where the distortion was too serious showed terrible space fragmentation. Fortunately, the wizarding world can barely mend this brokenness. So in the process of the dracolich approaching him, the void around him is constantly being damaged, repaired, damaged, and repaired...

"You...you are already a legend?..."

Elkwin asked the question almost in a trembling voice.

Karthus gently brushed off the hood on his head, and shook his head comfortably.

"According to the basic laws of our Klein plane, I'm not yet a legend. But if you follow the laws of your wizarding world, it's a bit hard to say! Maybe I'm already a legend, maybe I'm not a legend, everything will be different. It can only be determined after you and I have fought!"

Elkwin shuddered.

"It turns out that what you need is the fragment of law in my head! Hahaha... Intruders from a different plane, this plane cannot tolerate you enemies of all beings, and will not bow to you. If you don't quit our world , then wait for the punishment from the Lord Sorcerer God!"

"Sorcerer God? You say that idiot who is hiding in his own kingdom of God and has not been able to raise the level of this world so far? Jie Jie Jie... rookies who sit on the treasure house without knowing it, your vision is too narrow. What? What do you think? Can you keep your world safe forever by trying to seal off the plane space?"

"Jie Jie Jie... This is a world of great contention! If you want to hold your head and shrink back in your own plane as guinea fowls, you think that other worlds are as peaceful as you? Today, let me be you! The intruders keep on teaching you, the principle of advancing, staying, and dying!"

"Your witch god, Jie Jie Jie... Soon, everything about him will belong to me!"

Karthus's long, thin, lizard-like face showed a wild and eager expression of madness. As he roared towards the world, the surrounding void became more and more vibrated and shattered. The toughness of the individual and the shackles of the plane world, the irreconcilable contradiction between the two made the surroundings of Karthus' body a point of contention between two different forces. Numerous space cracks spin up and down, and the space is broken and repaired more and more frequently.

"Devil from another world, this world can't accommodate you anymore! If you leave this world earlier, you can still avoid the backlash of the plane. If you compete head-on with the laws of the plane, you will be destroyed by yourself sooner or later."

Of course, Elkwin could see the abnormality happening around the other party. It is obvious that the growth of the other party's strength has exceeded the capacity limit of this plane, and the world has begun to reject his existence.

It stands to reason that as long as this process occurs, this arrogant person from another plane should have been ejected from the wizarding world by the power of the plane's law, so how could he be peacefully fighting against the plane's law with his own strength?

Elkwin is certainly no stranger to this process. Because the reason why he can become a "legendary wizard" is that he has also experienced the same situation. When he crossed the peak of the holy rank, he was deeply rejected by this plane world where he was born and raised. If he hadn't prayed devoutly to Lord Sorcerer God and obtained a law shard from the other party, it would be impossible for him to continue living in this home plane.

It was this law fragment that helped him suppress the backlash from the plane just now, and also gave him some legendary strength and means.

And the alien demon in front of him wants to continue to stay in the wizarding world, so his only way is...

Is it really impossible to be kind?

With boundless melancholy and hatred, Elkwin acted.

Stepping on a small floating disk, the "flying technique" transformed a pair of huge light wings behind him. The wizard's long staff, the silver secret law tome, the private whisperer's belt, the ring of eternal vigilance, the pale gloves, the frost maiden's hugging wizard's robe... These powerful wizard's equipment emerged one by one on Elkwin's body. Although it hasn't been activated yet, the terrifying elemental vibration has already caused all kinds of strange phenomena to appear in the surrounding world.

This can be said to be the first time that Elkwin has fought so hard since he became the leader of the Silver Alliance. At this moment, he had already forgotten about retreating, and forgot about the terrifying undead rushing into the sea. In his eyes, there was only that ugly undead who was arrogant and somewhat carried away. It is the source of the wizarding world's scourge, the vermin that gnaws at the foundations of the wizarding world.

Today, it must be eradicated completely!

So the two spellcasters who were at the top of their respective fields of development, with different dreams and strong beliefs, fought fiercely together.

Of course, they are not fighters, so there will never be violent scenes of punching to the flesh and smashing wildly with staffs. And like the two most shrewd and stingy businessmen, they never waste every ounce of mana in their bodies easily, care about every detail and carefully choose the spells they should activate, and strive to fight for the mastery of the battle.

While fighting, they are also analyzing each other's situation and reactions, trying to make every spell they issue be the most targeted and cause the greatest threat or trouble to the other party.

But for the two who are already at the peak of the plane, spells lower than level 5 are completely useless, and even the spell protection outside the opponent's body cannot penetrate. Level 6 and 7 spells can only play a small role in restraining the opponent's actions and interfering with the opponent's sensory judgment. The only thing that can pose a threat to the opponent is the eighth-level or even the ninth-level magic, and the only thing that can determine the victory or defeat is the holy-level witchcraft.

Of course, if Elkwin can successfully activate a legendary witchcraft, it is estimated that it only takes one click to deal with the intruder in front of him. Too bad he couldn't.

Immediately cast legendary level witchcraft, this is something that even the Lord Witch God can't do!

At the beginning of the battle, Elkwin also tried to "exile" the opponent. After all, this guy is an outsider, and he has endured such severe rejection from the plane. The "Exile Technique" should have an extremely obvious witchcraft effect. Unfortunately, his thoughts fell through.

This damned guy was acquiesced by the plane as a creature of the plane, and the banishment was invalid.

Such a huge psychological contrast made Elkwin almost faint from a cerebral hemorrhage.

Damn it, when did this guy become a creature of this plane? Could it be that the great consciousness of the plane will also be misled and deceived?

Because of this little distraction, Elkwin was given two vicious and insidious curses by the opponent.

"Spell Forgotten" and "Doom Comes".

Spell Forgetting, a dark curse-like spell up to 9th level, can make the subject forget the spell after successfully casting it. This also means that every time Elkwin on the opposite side casts a spell, he will forget the spell in his mind, and he will no longer be able to cast this spell in subsequent battles.

Of course, the cracking method is also very simple.

As long as he can pick up the spell book and memorize the spell again, he can still cast it again. It's a pity, does he have this time on the battlefield where every second counts?

However, this kind of forgetting is only a temporary effect caused by the curse. As long as Elkwin leaves the battlefield and tries to clear the effect of the curse, those forgotten spells can be recalled again. But on today's battlefield, he couldn't do it at all.

Doom is coming, an 8th-level mental support spell that can greatly affect the luck of the subject in the next battle.

Luck, a branch of mysticism similar to chicken ribs, can weakly affect an individual's luck. It's illusory to say, but it's inexplicable to use it. Although there are many good people in all major planes who are willing to delve into this tasteless field, it's a pity that the results are very few.

Moreover, those who put a lot of energy into the mystical luck technique did not get the luck they expected. They neither encountered ancient spirits hidden in magic gems, nor kicked a treasure chest full of gold coins in the wild, nor did they drop magical cheats on their heads. Instead, they would be involved in various disputes inexplicably, and their deaths were unknown. Not in vain.

Therefore, over time, fewer and fewer people are willing to delve into the occult luck technique.

But their research is not without any gains, and this bad luck is one of them!

Individuals affected by "Bad Luck" will always have all kinds of inexplicable interference and mistakes in fierce battles, which will lead to the worst results. For example, while chanting and casting a spell against time, I suddenly bit my tongue unintentionally; for example, when trying to dodge an attack, I suddenly tripped over a raised stone on the ground...

In short, there are all kinds of weird "accidents" like this.

It seems that these "accidents" are not fatal, and they will not happen again and again, but in a bloody battlefield where life and death are instant, the subject will not think so.

At least Elkwin handed over a voodoo doll and most of the witchcraft protection outside his body for this.

The two top-level spellcasters used the sky as their battlefield, criss-crossing and criss-crossing, wantonly shuttled, and the high-end spells in their hands emerged one after another, blasting each other's external defenses into flames every time. And more spells were countered or hedged halfway.

Although he was half a rank lower than Elkwin, Karthus, who had the reputation of "The Undertaker", did not give up an inch, and he was evenly matched with the opponent.

Whenever Elkwin exhausted all his strength to strip the defense of the opponent's body, the cunning guy only had to fly close to the weird fog. In an instant, layers upon layers of dense magic protection will bless the whole body again. It was as if there were dozens of protective casters hiding in the mist, dedicated to providing logistical services for him.

On the other hand, on the side of the legendary wizards, a large number of wizards have already fought and retreated and were driven to the depths of the distant jungle. It can only be seen from the frenzied explosion of elemental fluctuations and the explosion of gorgeous spells that the battle is still fierce. As for the four legendary wizards, they were besieged in the center by the impenetrable undead war group, and it was difficult to get out of the trap, so how could they have the spare power to support him.

On the outskirts of the airspace where Elkwin and Karthus fought, there are countless giant bat lizards circling around, constantly using "dimension anchors" to reinforce the battlefield space, apparently to prevent the escape of the legendary wizard.