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Chapter 978 - 978 120 Shake People

978: Chapter 120, Shake People 978: Chapter 120, Shake People “Magic power certainly can’t be infinite,” Hudson explained, “my magic power is just slightly more abundant, but the quality is far inferior to yours.”

Hudson’s explanation left Maxim speechless.

This “slightly more abundant” was quite an exaggeration—if every creature on the continent had such abundant magic, the Dragon Race might have to move again.

“No, don’t try to deceive me!

How can a Human have such abundant magic power, do you have a Divine Artifact for storing magic power?”

During his speech, Maxim’s hurt heart calmed down instantly.

His head also turned as he looked at Hudson with suspicion.

Indeed, thinking of the Mysterious Compass as a Divine Artifact was not wrong—it just had functionalities slightly more powerful than ordinary artifacts.

“Hudson, such a Divine Artifact is wasted in your hands, why not let me borrow it for a while?

With just one try, I can cast a hundred and eighty forbidden spells, scaring people to death.

If we join forces to loot the continent, by then…”

Before Maxim could finish, Hudson’s face was full of dark lines.

True to a Giant Dragon, the first reaction was always how to make a fortune.

Looting the continent, what a daring thought indeed!

However, if there was an unlimited-magic Sanctuary Dragon specializing in wholesale forbidden spells, charging protection money across the continent might actually be feasible.

He raised his palm, ready to slap down, but considering that force was mutual and there was no need to complicate things with himself, Hudson withdrew his hand.

“Alright, Maxim.

After we pull off this heist, we’re going back to sleep.

You’ll have everything in your dreams.

Not to mention looting the continent, if you, my lad, want to find a few hundred female dragons and start a harem, I wouldn’t care.”

Bluffing and cheating reached his head clearly in need of sorting out.

The credibility of a Giant Dragon was always intermittently effective.

Simply put, everything was negotiable when money wasn’t involved.

Once treasures fell into their hands, they never spat them out again.

Expecting them to give them back was less likely than simply killing dragons for treasures.

“Hudson, you dare insult the great Giant Dragons!”

Maxim roared.

The resentment was manifested in his actions.

For a moment, the Alien Soldiers nearby were in dire straits.

Bodies were everywhere, missing limbs and shortened legs, having had the chance to kill outright but choosing instead to maim.

“Keep it down, and don’t forget the purpose of our mission!”

Perhaps Hudson’s warning took effect, or maybe Maxim had vented enough, as his actions suddenly became much less conspicuous.

The encampment was full of Undead wreaking havoc, these minor episodes didn’t catch the enemy’s attention.

The powerhouses in the camp each headed towards the Undead Canopy, hoping to find and target the Necromancer causing the trouble at its source.

Unfortunately, they were a step too late.

The Magicians who had completed the plan had just taken off on Gryphon Dragons, and it was too late to pursue them.

Without hesitation, the powerhouses immediately destroyed the Summoning Spell Circle left at the scene.

However, the already summoned Undead creatures could no longer be taken back, and they had to deal with the consequences.

Watching Belsden’s face beam with joy, Hudson knew the job was done.

He did not linger and promptly left, leaving behind the Undead creatures battling with the enemy.

Some things are addictive, and seeing the destructive force of the Undead creatures, Hudson realized he had been too naive before.

If he disrupted the enemy’s camp every night, the Ancient Remnant Allied Army probably would have collapsed long before the Elf Race’s reinforcements could arrive.

Now it was tricky; with Sanctuary Powerhouses stationed in the enemy camp, he would undoubtedly be exposed unless he could draw Derris away.

Hudson needed the guise of a Necromancer for dirty work, now was not the time to reveal himself.

To use Undead creatures to strike at the enemy, he had to rely on his subordinates.

As it turned out, establishing the Arcane Academy and raising the banner against the Clergy was effective.

If it hadn’t attracted “Heretics” from the Northern Continent, it would have been impossible for the Kingdom to dispatch three Necromancer Grand Magicians and nine Necromancers with the army.

Not only Necromancers but the number of other Dark Professionals in the Kingdom was also rapidly expanding.

Who would want to hide and scurry about underground for a lifetime like a Rat?

The Arcane Academy being the second on the Continent had such attraction, the Frank Kingdom, which had established the academy first, gained even more.

With the drawing power of the First Kingdom of the Continent for talents, the number of Dark Type Strongmen in Frank Kingdom was definitely an astounding figure.

Such a thing can’t be envied; the first to eat the crab could pick the fattest but also had to bear the corresponding risks.

If their own strength was insufficient to withstand the Clergy’s retaliation, they would end up grilled.

In fact, even if the Clergy turned a deaf ear, not every country could afford to have an Arcane Academy.

The Dark Professionals were oppressed, not only because the Clergy needed to spread faith but also due to their usual practices.

Dealing with negative energy every day, their characters inevitably became affected, making it easy to go to extremes in actions.

If there were any issues in their cultivation, the possibility of massacring a city for power was not out of the question.

To recontrol these people for their use, they must first have the strength to manage them, always maintaining sufficient deterrence.

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“Why is it all coins?

Belsden, didn’t I instruct you that Magic Equipment, various cultural relics, Canons, Magical Materials, and so forth, are the most valuable?”