Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 832 - 544: When the Wall Falls, Everyone Pushes

Chapter 832: Chapter 544: When the Wall Falls, Everyone Pushes

At this time, the connection between his emotions and body had already been severed by a special magic item, which blocked them out.

If he couldn’t do this, how could he have infiltrated the circle of necromancers around Efanso as an apprentice for many years?

After he showed the slightest bit of abnormal behavior, he wouldn’t need to wait until the next day to become one of those strung up above.

As the young necromancer’s memories unfolded, a series of images was directly projected in true form, displayed before everyone present.

Even with their extensive experience, those present were shocked by the images conjured by the real phantoms.

In these images, whether it was humans, elves, dwarves, half-elves – the sage races, or hobgoblins, goblins, and jackalweres – the humanoid intelligent beings were no different than cattle and sheep, perhaps even less so.

At least humans only need the flesh of cattle and sheep, simply slaughtering them to finish the job.

There, death was a form of release.

There were those covered with boils, endlessly festering and bursting.

There were those flayed, their still-beating organs exposed.

There were those whose bodies deformed, growing abnormal bone spurs.

There were those with blood-red eyes, driven to madness.

There were those locked in cages, attacking and cannibalizing each other.

"They have no humanity; they are a bunch of inhuman maniacs; how can they do such things to their own kind? Such behavior is that of demons," Yeshandalah’s body trembled uncontrollably, whether from anger or in a forced suppression of disgust.

Yeshandalah had long since acquired intelligence on the necromancers of Efanso conducting live experiments on intelligent beings, but hearing about it was one thing and seeing it with one’s own eyes was entirely different.

"We did not expect them to have completely crossed the line of humanity. I’m sorry, but no matter the price they offer, we cannot ignore this matter," Gaven said with a serious expression.

Necromancers were not rare in Felen, both the Red Robe Mages of Ser and the Mage Kingdom of Halruaa had specialized Necromancer Types that trained necromancers, especially with the Red Robe Mages, where the Necromancer Type took the dominant ruling position.

The Chief of the Necromancer Type, Sazass Tam, was not only a necromancer but also a witch with over thirty professional levels, his individual strength ranked in the top ten lunatics across Felen.

The reason why undead necromancy was not universally condemned boiled down to its strong practicality, among others.

The most important aspect was the default regulations regarding the use of undead necromancy; all practitioners of undead necromancy were not to be lightly touched.

That was to allow the use of corpses for undead experiments but not to conduct live experiments on living beings, particularly intelligent beings. Once discovered, it would make one the common enemy of all creatures.

Any force or individual that provided shelter to such beings would be regarded as an accomplice.

This was why Gaven was reluctant to believe what he had previously heard from Yeshandalah and the others about Efanso conducting secret live experiments.

Firstly, it could be a tactic by the Avengers to woo the Conqueror Army to join their ranks.

Secondly, even the unrestrained Red Robe Mages of Ser would not dare to provoke such universal indignation, and Gaven subconsciously believed that the necromancers from a backwater like Efanso wouldn’t have the audacity or folly to act to that extreme.

Unfortunately, he had underestimated human greed.

For power, they would even sell their souls to the devil, disregarding some laws, and what mattered pursuing forbidden strength?

Especially for those unorthodox mages who acted even more unscrupulously, not bound by the default professional regulations.

"It’s done," Regina withdrew her finger, a Spirit Crystal Sphere enveloped by dark mist already appearing in her other hand.

While they were shocked by the evil deeds of the necromancers of Efanso, Regina had not been idle. The real phantoms projected were guided by her and ingrained onto the Spirit Crystal in her hand, creating a brand-new short phantom film.

With a large number of phantoms being produced and gradually released in major cities, Regina’s ability to create phantoms became more refined and powerful.

The creation of phantoms was no longer limited to the holographic projection system of Weizemay Manor.

It could now, as shown, directly extract the actual memories of the person involved and create a phantom from them.

This method of creation had its flaws, however.

Firstly, it could only produce short films no longer than ten minutes.

Secondly, there was no way to edit what was extracted. The real memory phantoms must be played as they were.

Nevertheless, for the situation at hand, it was more than suitable; such evidence needed no editing but required only to be presented truthfully to resonate with the audience.

"How many phantom broadcasting stones can you produce a day?" Gaven asked.

"For shorts like this, as long as there are sufficient materials, creating ten a day is not a problem."

"Fifty. Make me fifty stones, and give me an exact count of the Spirit Crystals required, I’ll prepare them for you," Gaven said. Although it was his first time waging a war of public opinion, he knew that to maximize the impact, it needed to spread widely, letting the entire Giant Dragon Coast and all its cities know of the evil acts of the necromancers of Efanso.

"No problem," Regina nodded without hesitation, eager to see the effect her new ability could have in warfare.