Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 349 - 61: Revival of the Dead_1

Chapter 349: Chapter 61: Revival of the Dead_1

Behind the door at the end of the staircase was a vast, dark space which, based on initial estimates, spanned at least two thousand square meters. The light from the stairs cast through the kicked open door, but it was only enough to illuminate a small area by the entrance, shrouding the rest of the room in darkness.

"Endless darkness cannot protect you." Muir strummed his harp, talking with the rhythm of a song: "Three of you, your breaths betray your presence, like candles seen in the middle of the night."

"You’ve miscounted; it’s four of us." The last to enter, Pannis, climbed the final steps and joined the others inside: "No, no, I was wrong too. It’s actually five of us. You two at the back may have hidden your breathing and heartbeats, but the flow of your blood cannot be stopped by any means. I’m curious, how does your blood circulate without a heartbeat?"

"Curious, are you? Hehehe...". A chilly, hoarse voice wafted from the depths of darkness, making everyone feel as though they were being entwined by a slippery, damp snake: "Join us, and you shall learn the secret."

At a soft clap, a light burst forth from the center of the room’s ceiling, illuminating the entire space. As expected, this was a vast hall, presumably one of the maintenance hubs for the sewer system, doubling as a storage area. The walls were lined with tools of different sizes, ranging from several thousand kilograms to finger-sized, so many types of tools that it was dizzying to look at.

The room center, a space of seven to eight hundred square meters, was cleared out to form an open area. Eight single beds were scattered around the periphery of the open area. Used dinnerware and miscellaneous rubbish were carelessly piled in a corner, suggesting this group of people had resided here for quite a while. Set in a triangular arrangement in the center of the open area were three Teleportation Arrays, each with magical energy flowing within. All were attuned to another point, ready to activate at any time.

Around the Arrays, five individuals had positioned themselves casually around a large round table. They seemed prepared, appearing unbothered by the freshly illuminated light. As if expecting the entrance of the incoming group, they watched, smiles full of mockery.

"Only nine came in." A man, centrally seated and wrapped in a purple robe, stood up, his left sleeve fluttering with the motion: "That’s okay. The two ordinary people are unimportant. We can let them go."

"It’s you." Catherine, with the Magicsteel Shield still in her possession, positioned it at her side, her right hand firmly gripping the hilt of her sword. She glared at the purple-robed mage in front of her, gritting her teeth: "It’s a pity that the president didn’t kill you with that arrow back then."

"I told you then. Pray that you never come across me again." The purple-robed mage, possessing the chilling voice from earlier, sneered at Catherine: "It’s high time I settle the score for this maimed arm."

"How interesting. You nearly killed Luna back then. It seems like I also have a score to settle with you." Despite knowing they were up against a legendary-rank mage, Catherine fearlessly stepped in front of her companions: "I’m aware all five of you are of legendary rank, but that doesn’t mean we don’t stand a chance."

Despite her brave words, they all knew they didn’t have a chance. Judging by the transparent disparity in power, if there were only two of them, there would have been a slim chance at victory. With three, the fight would almost certainly be a losing one regardless of how ugly. Unfortunately, they weren’t facing three people, but five. Realistically, the fight was meaningless.

"Courageous, but futile." Another mage, one cloaked in black, stood up. A golden hourglass insignia gleamed on his cloak. He dipped into a bow to the purple mage and said: "Per our agreement, I’ve sealed the entrance below. They will be unable to escape for the next three hours."

"Thank you." The purple mage extended his courtesy to Catherine before returning the bow: "I hope everything goes smoothly for you. Ah, I forgot to mention that it should be for ’us’."

"Rest assured, we will carry out our promise to that person. I wish that you convey my greetings to your Divine Throne," another black-robed figure spoke, lightly bowing in a sign of respect.

"Please send my greetings to your leader as well." The purple-robed mage gratefully responded: "Time is of the essence, we are short on manpower to deal with the two sides of trouble. If not for your timely assistance..."

"Part of the trouble did arise from our pursuers." The black-robed mage gave Muir and his companions a sidelong glance, a contemptuous sneer slipping from the lips hidden beneath his hood: "Good luck to you who wish to be hunters. Our only regret is the Elf."

"I will try my best to compensate for your losses," the purple-robed mage assured with a smile: "I will not let our new allies suffer."

"That would be appreciated." Two of the robe-clad Mages simultaneously stepped into one of the teleportation arrays. In the brilliance of magic, they swiftly disappeared from the array, their destination unknown.

"Alright, they’ve all left." The one in the purple robe shifted his attention back to the allied party: "You seem to have retained your sanity. I initially thought that you’d be disgruntled by their departure and attempt to stop them, but it looks as if you’re relieved instead."

"Of course we’re relieved," Muir replied coolly, "we stood no chance against the five of you. But against the three of you, it’s you who should be worried."

"Is that what you think?" The purple-robed Mage scoffed, "Then hold on to that thought."

"Yes, let’s hold on to that thought," Pannis retorted, "we continue to hold on until we’re ambushed by someone who could teleport in at any given moment from behind the array? Such confidence, even in a scenario where the odds are stacked in your favor, to resort to such means, aren’t you ashamed?"

"Heh, I knew it would be hard to fool you with that state of being on the brink of casting a spell," the purple Mage regretted, laughing. He gestured a few points on the table, and one of the three arrays suddenly flickered. Seconds later, a short, stout man ’rolled’ out from the array.

"Aide Gaily? Impossible." As an Elf, Muir had, all along, maintained the unique elegance and grace of elves. This was the first time he revealed an expression of horror, pointing at the man who had suddenly appeared and exclaimed, "You, you, aren’t you supposed to be dead?"

Aide Gaily, one of the most famous human Legendary strongmen seventy years ago. He was amiable, considerate, approachable, and, therefore, a friend to almost everyone on the Yarran Continent. Although his abilities were slightly above average within the Legendary rank, people respected him because of his deep friendships with many Legendary ranked powerhouses, a few even with Demigods. Of course, this wasn’t the main point. The twist was that forty years ago, he had reached his end. He was witnessed to have passed on peacefully among flowers by over thirty Legendary professionals, making it nearly impossible to fake his death. Either those powerhouses were a bunch of blind idiots, or something incredible had happened.

"I’m guessing it’s likely the latter reason," said Pannis, who maintained his cool, although his eyes seemed to be rather strange as he scrutinized the four enemies, "I wouldn’t have noticed he had died if it hadn’t been mentioned. No wonder you could roam freely in the sewers without a goblin’s crystal card. It seems like all of you are in a state of half-dead-half-alive. Catherine here, an old friend of mine, at least appears to be breathing and has a heartbeat. But the rest of you, you don’t even seem to be breathing. I wondered how you did that, turns out your bodies are dead."

"Summoning the undead?" Muir looked as if he’d thought of something, his face a mix of complex emotions, he exchanged a glance with Pannis, "Return of the Dead?"

"No, not quite. It’s more complex than summoning the undead," Pannis leaned back, hands behind his back. He seemed composed, but from behind, Luna noticed his tightly clenched fists shaking. For the first time, she saw Pannis in such a state, unsure if it was caused by fear or anger, "It seems more like a technique of protecting the soul when the target dies and then reintroducing it into the dead body. I remember there was a spell named ’Summon Ghoul’ in the last Epoch. What do you think, Mr. Necromancer?"

"Tsk, tsk, we might be adversaries, but I must appreciate your discernment," the purple-robed necromancer clapped while flashing a smile, "we’ve been concealed for over three thousand years in this epoch, thinking we’d been long forgotten. Who would have thought you’d be able to recognize our origins so quickly."

"Of course, I also know the reason behind your three-thousand-year hiding." Pannis sneered, "During the Golden Age of the First Epoch, Erkus, the god of death worshipped by the Necromancers, fell. His authority was then taken over by Danathus. However, toward the end of the War of Gods in the Third Epoch, Danathus, who had been the stand-in deity, also fell. Since then, Necromancers lost their ability to summon Ghouls and even to control the Undead. Without the capability to summon Ghouls, they lost their bargaining chip to persuade those who greedily clung to life to work for them, leading to the near-extinction of the Necromancers’ lineage."

"Well said," the purple-robed Mage nodded in approval, "care to continue?"

"I finally understand," Pannis breathed in deeply several times to suppress his anger, "The disaster that happened over a hundred years ago on the Day of the King’s Return must have been a sign of Danathus’ reawakening."

"Danathus is of little consequence, just a traitor who dared to kill a god," the purple-robed Mage laughed coldly, "a fool who thought too highly of himself."

"So you’re believers of Erkus." Pannis exchanged another glance with Muir, his eyes filled with surprise, "Looks like it was Erkus who woke up during that event. I bet his revival is connected to you."

"What do you think? Hehehe," the purple-robed Mage laughed heartily, "Perhaps you should go to my divine throne and find out firsthand." (To be continued. If you liked this story, I welcome you to visit qidian.com and vote. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)