Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 562 - 562 267 Each with a Unique Skill_3

562: Chapter 267: Each with a Unique Skill_3 562: Chapter 267: Each with a Unique Skill_3 Leon paid no heed to the complex expressions of these young men.

This swift victory, a miracle wrought by the Holy Lake Knights, was not one of his own making.

The strategy he was still planning had yet to be implemented, and for now, this was merely the prelude to sounding the true horn of counterattack.

He politely declined Runav’s offer of rest.

If not for Lola’s desire to see the captured Corpse Ghost, Leon had no intention of abandoning the army to return to the North Shore at this moment, let alone the thought of sleep.

Reuniting with Glenn Soren and the other Rangers, Leon made his way unceasingly to the castle dungeon.

The dark and eerie cells reeked of rot and dampness.

Under the wavering, dim firelight, the Corpse Ghost Lord—trapped in a snare and captured by the Ranger Knights—was bound tightly to the wall with thick chains.

Its figure was massive, radiating an aura that chilled the bones.

Due to Kovis’ warnings, the Rangers dared not completely dismember this powerful High-level Corpse Ghost, lest its soul fail to remain tethered to the shell once severed from the netherworld.

They merely severed its arms.

Even so, the Ranger Knights maintained a constant vigil over the cell, tirelessly guarding against the unforeseen, ever on edge and unwilling to relax their watch.

To capture this High-level Undead, even with dozens of Rangers surrounding it, two brave warriors still lost their lives to the blades of the Undead Knights that guarded it.

“After leaving the shroud of the dark clouds, it became much weaker, and its reactions are no longer as fierce as before.”

Knight Derek spoke, tapping the iron bars with his spear shaft.

The desiccated face, emanating a faint green glow, lifted its gaunt gaze.

In response to the provocation of the living, it merely issued a low growl from its throat, devoid of the frenzied reactions typical of ordinary corpse ghosts.

“It’s capable of speech.

We heard its murmurs and battle cries during the fight, but now it won’t answer any questions.

We can’t even tell if it can communicate with the living.” Larian, standing nearby, shrugged as he rested a hand on the hilt of his blade.

“Do any of the Kantadar people know its identity?” Leon ordered a Ranger to unlock the door, stepping directly inside.

“Yes, Baron Karenwell of the Alliance recognized it.

This corpse ghost is his father—the previous Baron Karenwell—who responded to Aviout’s summons and joined the invasion of Seryan.” Kovis followed closely behind Leon, explaining.

The golden-haired youth shook his head as he spoke, “However, although his son recognized him, this corpse ghost did not recognize his son.

When the younger Karenwell got too close, the ghost nearly bit his nose off.”

Leon, hearing this, stared coldly at the bound and struggling Corpse Ghost in front of him.

The undead before him had likely been one of the thugs who ravaged Rolannar in the past.

Now reduced to a living corpse, it seemed far too lenient a fate to escape the torment of the living.

“Lola, what do you seek to uncover?” he asked inwardly.

“I want to examine its soul and mind.

For an undead being to attack its kin after resurrection, one of two possibilities must hold true: either its relatives wronged it in life, or it is now entirely under the command of a higher-level manipulator’s orders.

Given that the Kantadar people claim higher-tier undead are unflinchingly murderous toward their past kin, I suspect it’s the latter.

However, something about this is…

peculiar.”

Lola didn’t elaborate further, instead instructing Leon, “Mark him with Nocella’s Seal of the Dead.

Recite the Ancient Spell from the sixth verse of the third volume of the Summoning Book.

Establish the connection and allow me to personally read his soul and memories.”

Leon nodded, recalling the Spirit Summoning studies he had meticulously pursued to counter the undead crisis.

His powerful memory enabled him to effortlessly locate the corresponding Magic Science knowledge.

With two fingers joined, a white glow of magic power ignited.

His wrist moved slightly, tracing the Necromancy Seal in the air with precision.

The ancient, long-forgotten Spell Command surged forth, rapidly drawing on Leon’s magic power, pushing the intricate array of magical symbols toward the Corpse Ghost’s forehead.

A searing hiss filled the air as the high-temperature traces burned into the Corpse Ghost Lord’s head, emitting streams of greenish smoke like a branding iron.

Misty currents of light began to flow between Leon and the Necromancy Seal on the Corpse Ghost’s forehead.

The undead suddenly thrashed violently, opening its mutilated jaws wide to let out a guttural howl, its head twisting back and forth uncontrollably.

The nearby Ranger Knights all unsheathed their swords, prepared for the undead to lash out.

After what seemed an eternity, Lola finally spoke.

“That’s enough.

It’s sufficient!…”

At her words, Leon immediately dispelled the spell in his hands.

“I was wrong, Leon… They aren’t planning to use this Great Magic to tear apart the veil of reality!”

“What?

What do you mean?”

“They’re altering the lands beneath those dark clouds.

Their intent is to merge this world entirely with another Different Plane that I still cannot identify!”

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