Chapter 114: Chapter 89: My Beautiful Mentor is So Strong

Tiers Seven through Nine were for High-Tier individuals—major figures who were often regional lords or high-ranking officers in a legion.

This Necromancer, Anthony, even if his Undead Legion wasn’t at full strength, was clearly at least a Tier Five Necromancer, and more likely Tier Six.

No wonder a casual bone spear from him had almost killed me. No wonder he could command such a powerful servant as a bronze-armored corpse.

What little I had truly was nothing more than small fry in front of someone like him.

Yet this was the very Necromancer who had seemed like a towering figure to Lynch, and right now, he was clearly at a disadvantage on the battlefield. One might even call his state... utterly pathetic.

That was because his mentor, Annabella, was even stronger than him.

At this moment, his mentor was in the air.

That’s right, she was standing on the back of a wind-winged bone dragon, hovering in the sky.

The wind-winged bone dragon was over ten meters long with an astonishing wingspan. Though only bare white bones remained, one could still discern the sleek, powerful silhouette it possessed in life.

Two clusters of eerie green flame burned within its massive eye sockets as it gazed down indifferently upon the world below.

Lynch was startled at first. He had thought his mentor was riding a true bone dragon.

But upon closer inspection, he realized this "bone dragon" wasn’t the genuine article.

Its bones were slender, and tattered remnants of leathery membrane still clung between the bones of its wings. They were not true wings of bone.

To be precise, it was likely a high-level, wind-element flying Magical Beast—something like a Tier Seven or Tier Eight "Wind-Walker Wyvern"—that had been resurrected after death to serve as a flying mount.

But even so, the shock Lynch felt was not the least bit diminished. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

This wind-winged bone dragon was an absolutely terrifying war behemoth. Its value and power were far beyond anything Lynch could even dream of.

And at this moment, his mentor, Annabella, stood elegantly upon the bone dragon’s spine, her black Mage Robe whipping in the night wind.

She looked down from on high, her expression serene, as if the opposing Necromancer’s so-called "elite troops" were nothing more than a worthless mob in her eyes.

With a light wave of her left hand, a square banner as black as ink unfurled in the air.

The banner grew larger and larger, fluttering on its own. On its surface, the faint, twisted phantoms of wailing souls flickered in and out of existence.

’A Death Banner!? And a high-quality one, at that!’

Lynch was awestruck.

His mentor’s Death Banner was clearly far superior to his own "pauper’s version," with its rudimentary functions and limited capacity.

As his mentor’s banner unfurled, a far more immense and boundless aura of death began to permeate the air.

A massive spatial vortex rapidly formed beneath the banner.

The next instant, as if a gate to the Netherworld itself had been thrown open, a frenzied tide of Undead surged forth.

Skeletons. An endless tide of Skeletons.

Like a white torrent, they charged toward Anthony’s Undead Army.

Moreover, the quality of these Skeletons was so high it nearly brought tears of envy to Lynch’s eyes.

Their bones were thick and white, faintly gleaming with a metallic luster. Their equipment was varied; many still wore fragments of the Armor they had in life, giving them an elite appearance.

The movements of those Skeleton Servants were also far swifter and more coordinated than Anthony’s Skeletons.

More importantly, there was the sheer number of them.

One thousand, two thousand... the stream was endless!

In the blink of an eye, the skeleton army pouring from his mentor’s banner had formed a vast Sea of Skulls. Their numbers soon overwhelmed Anthony’s Undead Army and continued to swell.

If Anthony’s Skeleton Corps was a ragtag army and Lynch’s was a mix of militia and refugees, then what his mentor, Annabella, had just summoned was a true, professional army.

This was a true, elite Undead Legion!

What made Lynch even more envious was that his mentor’s Death Banner could actually contain Undead Units with Soul Fires.

Amidst the waves of this Sea of Skulls, many skeletons were clearly far more formidable than the regular Skeleton Servants, exuding a menacing aura.

The Skeleton Commanders Anthony took such pride in would only qualify as mid-to-high-ranking officers in his mentor’s Legion.

The true commanders leading the skeleton phalanxes—the ones with auras as imposing as mountains—were three Skeletons of extraordinary presence and unusual size.

They were a full size larger than the Skeleton Commanders, standing nearly four meters tall. Their bones had the smooth, lustrous texture of polished white jade, yet they were incomparably hard.

They were clad in bone armor covered with arcane runes and wielded weapons that radiated a potent aura of death. The Soul Fire dancing in their eye sockets blazed with fierce majesty.

Skeleton War General!

This was a higher-tier Undead commander unit than the Skeleton Commander, with power starting at Tier Seven at a minimum.

Each Skeleton War General was a being capable of holding a front on its own and commanding an army of thousands.

And his mentor had three of them.

The sight of these powerful Undead Units left Lynch both shaken and incredibly envious.

’If only I could have such powerful Undead...’

Of course, it was just a passing thought. He wouldn’t dare covet the Undead his mentor had worked so hard to cultivate.

’But is my mentor really this strong?’

’What Tier is she, exactly?’

’Tier Seven? Tier Eight? Maybe even higher!’

’At the very least, she’s a bona fide High-Tier Necromancer.’

’With that kind of power, she could easily be a regional governor. If she were in the military, she’d be the commanding general of an elite Legion at the very least.’

’I’ve really latched onto a powerful backer...’

In that instant, Lynch was so overwhelmed with excitement that he wanted to sweep his awe-inspiring mentor into his arms and plant a big smooch on her.

’Wait a minute.’

’What’s that sweet smell? And what’s this soft thing on my lips?’

Suddenly, Lynch felt a bonk on his head from a Magic Staff.

The next instant, Avril’s flustered and indignant voice rang in his ear, "S-Senior, you... you pervert!"

"Uh..."

Lynch snapped back to reality and found Avril in his arms.

Her face was bright red.

It was painfully obvious that the kiss had landed squarely on Avril’s face.

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