Chapter 1513: Chapter 927: Stealing the God’s Faith

When the Necromancers opened their eyes, they found themselves standing before Tomb King Nite.

The shadow cast by that giant skeleton was vast enough to envelop everyone; the Death Miasma drifting through the air made their whole bodies tremble uncontrollably, but no matter how abnormal their bodies felt, not a single one of them dared to move.

Right now, they were inside the very Underground Tomb where Tomb King Nite resided.

The resting place of the Tomb King’s slumber!

How did we end up here?

As this question surfaced in their minds, panic and tension appeared on everyone’s faces. It was the kind of panic that only shows when events spiral beyond one’s imagination, usually accompanied by an uncontrollable fear of the unknown.

Th-this, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be! Why—why!?

"So you’re awake."

The voice of the Necromancer Master, Tai Fengli’an, came from behind them, brimming with smug satisfaction.

"Tai Fengli’an!"

The senior Necromancer was the first to turn around, and the instant he did, he reached into his robe for the Magic Short Staff he used for rapid casting.

However, just as he made that "turning around" motion, his body suddenly pitched forward uncontrollably. All strength seemed to be drawn out of him in that moment.

"Back Spirit!?"

He widened his eyes and saw a translucent, small resentful spirit clinging to his back. At the same time, the Necromancers around him also collapsed weakly to the floor one after another, each of them looking completely drained, unable to draw out even the tiniest trace of Magic Power.

Back Spirits— a special kind of Undead Creatures. This race had practically no combat ability, yet possessed powerful stealth capabilities. They excelled at silently clinging to a human’s back to siphon their Magic Power and Essence Qi, the most immediate result being total weakness, leaving the victim unable to do anything.

Yet as a veteran, the Necromancer knew better than anyone how slow Back Spirits were at absorbing Magic Power. If one wanted to drain all his Mana, it should take at least an hour!

The veteran’s head throbbed violently, and he instantly realized something. The anger in his eyes was smothered by panic.

Just moments ago, after they witnessed the Little Vonier the Great Mage had cultivated, something must have happened!

"You noticed? I rather appreciate that sensitivity of yours."

The Great Mage looked down at everyone from on high. He stood atop Little Vonier’s skull, leaning against the crown formed from coagulated black mud. His plain, undecorated attire instead lent him a distinct air of being the mastermind behind the scenes.

"What did you do to us?" The Necromancers’ voices were already tinged with trembling. At this point they were nothing more than fish laid out on the chopping block.

"A rare opportunity like this—let me indulge in a bit of bragging, for old times’ sake."

The Great Mage patted the Little Vonier beneath him, his face full of doting affection.

"My Unique Talent, [Survival of the Fittest], gives me a low chance to adapt to adverse external factors and even gain corresponding abilities after adapting. It sounds like a pretty decent talent, but in reality, the probability is so low that whenever I’m exposed to a new adverse factor, I usually fail to adapt. This talent made me collapse time and time again at the beginning."

"But later, I discovered that my talent could be externalized onto the Summoned Creatures that formed contracts with me. So I began cultivating Summoned Creatures capable of adapting to all sorts of environments and undergoing all kinds of mutations."

Everyone present knew this already. They’d heard his story more times than they could count, but right now, no one dared interrupt his impromptu monologue.

The Church that worshipped the Death God was not limited to the Revive Association alone, yet back then the Revive Association had been one of the largest Faith factions of the Death God. Their strength came from the myriad Undead Creatures cultivated by the Great Mage, creatures that only he could raise.

For instance, Plague Abominations whose entire bodies flowed with green venom, turning everything they passed into diseased soil; Animated Corpses that could summon torrential rains with a lift of their branches, randomly inflicting plague, corrosion, frostbite, or other negative statuses on their enemies; or grotesquely swollen Undead formed from writhing rot-worms, so decomposed no one could even tell what they had originally been...

With these Undead Creatures, the Revive Association was once in its full glory.

But what happened afterward was common knowledge: all of Tai Fengli’an’s creations were "borrowed" by Hero Anleisi and Kaius.

At that time, Anleisi and the others had not yet been hired by the Holy Light Church.

The reason they targeted the Revive Association was that the Great Mage’s creations looked far too inhuman, and whether or not he had intended it, the nearby villages had already been affected—people had begun contracting strange illnesses. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She and her brother had come to rid the people of this harm.

The other Necromancer Churches were dealt with along the way by the pair, to the point that the Revive Association was nearly the last surviving branch of Death God Faith.

After losing all his reliable creations, the Great Mage collapsed into despair, and the Revive Association fell to the level of a third-rate Church. Even after joining the rebel army, they held almost no status—an existence so obscure as to be nearly forgotten.

"Little Vonier was something I discovered by accident. It was born from my Plague Abomination that those hateful Heroes killed. Only its skeleton remained, and that skeleton had been deeply infused with the Hero’s power, stripping it of all abilities. Aside from being sturdy, it was utterly useless. I originally kept it as a memento—until that day."