The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 597: Volume 15: Thunder Shakes the Ground - 15: The First Appearance of the Evil Spirit

Chapter 597: Volume 15: Thunder Shakes the Ground Chapter 15: The First Appearance of the Evil Spirit

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The Demon Scorpions quickly collapsed under the slaughter of Shatima and the mechanical puppets. Although they did not possess the intelligence of higher magical beasts, the innate fear of death still drove them to flee rapidly when they saw their comrades dying in large numbers. The vast and boundless depths of the Square immediately became the best hiding place, as neither Holy Light nor Light Balls could illuminate the deeper parts of the Square. The mechanical puppets received their master’s orders, and Shatima finally calmed down from her impulses, sheepishly returning to her place under Komer’s annoyed gaze.

The escape of the Demon Scorpions and Komola Pythons seemed to momentarily still the Battlefield. Aside from the piercing shrieks of the black magic bats sweeping over the Square, only two Black Warriors leading an army of Skeleton remained quietly on the fringes that the Holy Light Spell could reach, waiting for something. The Demon Ape group had also silently vanished; perhaps upon witnessing the sorry defeat of the Komola Pythons and the Demon Scorpion Group, they had beaten a retreat. Or maybe they were still lurking in the dark, watching for the next development in the battle to see if the Black Warriors and the Skeleton Warriors would provide an opportunity to loot amid the chaos.

Komer, who had gradually recovered from unleashing the Hammer of Thor, also noticed the strangeness of the situation. The skeleton warriors led by the two Black Warriors seemed to be waiting for something, their location just on the outskirts of the reach of the Holy Light Spell. It seemed they were particularly sensitive to the damage of the Holy Light and preferred to hide at the edge of the darkness, observing the changes on the Battlefield before deciding to officially join the battle.

"Mr. Rebry, what do you think they are waiting for?" Komer asked with interest, observing the distant group of Black Warriors and Skeleton Warriors waiting for something. The Dark Fire Skeletons had lost one in this war. It had been jointly attacked by several heads of Demon Scorpions and had its legs broken by the stings of two scorpions, losing its combat capability. Komer had to take it back into the Cosmic Bag. It would need to undergo reconsolidation trials before returning to the battlefield. Now, only two Dark Fire Skeletons remained standing dumbly outside the defense circle, watching ahead, as if observing why their own kind had not yet advanced into the battle.

"Not quite sure. However, they seem to be waiting for a command or an order, Lord. Remember our initial exploration? Weren’t we always wondering if there was anything special about this Underground World? Now, I can assert that there must be a creature with intelligence equal to ours hiding beneath this Bunker, either an undead or a high-intelligence Warcraft. But I tend to think it’s an intelligent undead. Warcraft, no matter how intelligent, seems unlikely to be on par with us humans. Only particular undead retain the intelligence they had in life, and these intelligent undead often become rulers of a Dark World."

Rebry’s voice became somewhat low, and even his expression seemed strangely peculiar in Komer’s eyes. His gaze held something secretive as if he were straining to recall something.

"Intelligent undead? Does such a thing exist?" Komer asked in confusion: "Humans lose some of their cognitive ability at the moment of death. Even if controlled by certain individuals, they seem only able to retain basic stress responses and habitual behaviors, such as combat instincts. If they could keep their thinking and memory, I can’t imagine how they could still be called undead. If the mind exists, what does the body matter?"

"We can’t be sure of that just yet. Their physical death has limited their development. They’re able to retain memories from the past, but learning and improving seem to be quite difficult. Perhaps their only advantage is they no longer fear injury to the body, or in fact, there may be no body at all. Charmers or ghosts are their names. However, up to now, I’ve never encountered such a mysterious existence of darkness, and I am really looking forward to a wondrous encounter today," Rebry said, unconsciously licking his lips, his gaze becoming somewhat fervent.

"Then, Mr. Rebry, what do you think we should do with the current situation? Should we take the initiative to attack or just wait here for the opponent to emerge from the silence?" Komer shrugged his shoulders, intelligent undead didn’t excite him much; he needed to ascertain the dangers they might still encounter in this exploration.

"Lord, we needn’t worry about this. They will react soon. That intelligent undead has in fact been watching us all along. You and I can both feel it. It’s hiding in the darkness, probably thinking about its next move, just like us," Rebry said, laughing softly. He gave his Magic Wand a slight shake, and the entire defensive barrier seemed to contract slightly, conserving magic power.

Rebry’s analysis was correct. When Komer calmed down and used his Spiritual Sense to search the surroundings, a familiarly chilling sensation finally made its presence known.

"Who are you? Why have you intruded here?"

Psychic Magic?! Komer was shocked. This undead creature could use Psychic Magic?! In an instant, he realized that the vague premonition he had during his last exploration had become clearer, and now it seemed time to unveil the secrets.

"Who am I? Good question. I should be the master of this place, right? It looks like you’re occupying someone else’s nest. Why are you asking about me?" Reno responded with some difficulty using Psychic Magic. Psychic Magic is a rather special kind of Psychic Magic. Its usable distance is not very long, typically only effective within a range of two to three hundred meters at the most, beyond which it becomes useless. So, more often than not, Psychic Mages use it as a gimmick to draw people’s attention.

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"Usurping a nest not your own? Although I am not the true master of this place, my master from when I was alive entrusted me to guard it. For hundreds of years, no one has dared to be so presumptuous in my presence. Today is the first time I’m encountering such audacity. Interesting. Do you really think you could become the master here?" The opponent’s response became even colder and devoid of emotion.

"Why couldn’t I?" Komer retorted without a second thought.

"Very well, from the moment you arrived at Damarlinsk Castle, I sensed your extraordinariness. However, our waters do not violate each other’s wells. You live above, and the lord did not demand that I take Damarlinsk Castle as my own. Even your occupation of the first underground level did not bother me. As long as you do not encroach on my territory, do you really think you and your few people can ignore everything?"

The sinister and dark response stirred an extremely uncomfortable feeling in Komer’s heart. He even felt his whole body’s skin contracting, while Rebry and Mihailovich around him both noticed that something was off with Komer, simultaneously focusing their gazes on him. Komer gestured with his hand, signaling his companions to keep calm and be patient as he continued to communicate with this opponent, whose intentions were still unclear.

"I have no intention of provoking anyone, but Damarlinsk Castle is my territory, my home. I believe I should be free to explore my own land without infringing on anyone’s interests, shouldn’t I?" Komer also found that it seemed not easy for the other party to find someone they could communicate with using psychic magic. Although the tone remained cold, there was a desire to talk a bit more. Perhaps the silence had been too unbearable for them for too long.

"You are mistaken, even to call Damarlinsk Castle your territory is somewhat forced. You should know what this place is. Have the fates of the previous lords not served as a reminder to you? However, I have tolerated your activities on the surface and the first level below ground, but you must not be too greedy. Wasn’t the harvest from the first level enough to satisfy your filthy desires?" A mist-enshrouded tone escalated in Komer’s mind, showing that the other party was also becoming angry.

"Alright, I think we will never be able to argue out a result on this issue. Since we have come, we have no intention of leaving disheartened. I hope to completely understand my own territory. Are you preparing to hinder us?" Komer shifted the topic and asked, needing to ascertain the other party’s intentions before deciding on his group’s next course of action.

"Now that you have come, there is no need to leave. Stay here with me; it has been far too long since I had such tedious boredom. None of you can leave. You will become like them." The psychic response suddenly became vehement, and the tone excited, "None of you will be lonely, this underground world has too many companions awaiting you. No, I forgot to remind you, I’m not talking about those ugly, low-ranked magical beasts."

"Are you planning to attack us? We will not just sit and wait for death," Komer was not intimidated by the opponent, but he also realized that this fight might not be so easily resolved.

"Just sit and wait for death? Heh, that would be too boring. Combat is what truly adds excitement to life. I watched your performance just now; it was quite good. That woman even knows the Holy Light Technique. Very well, I am in need of a maid from the Church of Light, she’s reserved for me. That crazy Dragon Lady, I will turn her into a true Frost Corpse Dragon. It’s a pity about the Magicians, though. To me, Magicians are indeed of little use. Your memories of magic will vanish along with the end of your lives, such a pity. However, I can’t preserve you; Zombies don’t need to retain these. As for those Knights and Assassins, perfect, Dark Knights, make them my Undead Knights. They like the dark, don’t they? Then let them fall to the depths. Hahaha!"

A frenzied, cathartic outpouring of thoughts flooded Komer’s mind through psychic magic, the pent-up frustrations of years bursting forth, an opportunity too good to miss.

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