Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

The swiftly moving imperial army arrived at the entrance of the ruins in less than half a day.

When the Shadow Tribe and Death Herald members who were guarding outside, waiting for their leader to come out of the ruins, saw the imperial flag from afar, they didn't hesitate at all and immediately made way for the entrance, thinking of retreating to the second line and waiting for their leader.

But what Olba wanted was obviously not this. The 50,000 imperial iron cavalry directly began to expel everyone, intending to completely seal off the ruins.

Whether it was the big gangs or the small and medium-sized Syndicate tribes who wanted to drink some soup, they were all driven several kilometers away. Even the natives who originally lived nearby and all the towns, everyone had to make way for the empire immediately.

Here, the Seventh Prince actually still took into account leaving a good impression in front of the sage teacher Leon.

Otherwise, according to the empire's usual style, there was no need to bother with "expulsion". "Cleansing" would be simpler.

However, while people could be spared, the benefits they gained from the ruins had to be coughed up.

"Give it back to me! That's ours, what right do you have..."

"Are you crazy? That's the empire! Sorry, sorry, this, this is all of it. Let's go, hurry!"

"There's no more, really no more! No, those weren't brought out from the ruins. Let go, let go!"

Under the plundering and looting of the imperial cavalry, the treasures that the adventurers, tribes, and gangs had risked their lives to bring out from the ruins were now confiscated and pocketed by Olba, gathered in a large warehouse. The imperial army was also accustomed to taking some extra loot for themselves as their reward.

When the Seventh Prince arrived at the warehouse and saw the numerous treasures inside, he truly realized the preciousness of the dungeon ruins.

Even the perfect-grade red healing potions that were difficult for the empire's top alchemists to concoct seemed to be commonplace in those ruins.

High-level spell scrolls that even he had to use sparingly, using one meant having one less, were actually found in large quantities here. Fireball, Ice Arrow, Earth Spike, and even the fifth-tier "Flame Lance" mage scrolls, which amazed the Seventh Prince.

Now, even if they hadn't found the magic oil mines, the value of these ruins was enough to make his trip worthwhile.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Immediately set out to plunder the dungeon!"

The Seventh Prince, with a fiery heart, quickly gathered a group of elites, plus the three powerful hunters. With such a luxurious lineup, in Olba's mind, any treasure in the ruins was within easy reach.

However, before they even entered the ruins, they were stopped at the first hurdle.

To enter the deep ruins, "stone tablet fragments" were needed as tickets.

The previous stone tablet fragments had already been almost completely scavenged by the major gangs, and as outsiders, they had no fragments in their hands.

As a result, the imposing army was stuck at the entrance of the dungeon right from the start.

"Let me try, Prince."

With the imperial army at a loss, it was up to Leon to step out. His hands danced with magic power, and complex hand seals began to draw in the void. Next, the sealed radiance on the teleportation array, which many imperial mages in the army could not understand, began to flicker and operate again without using any stone tablet fragments.

At this sight, the Seventh Prince once again sighed at how wise his decision had been. Even if it had delayed their journey, being able to have such a great sage assist them undoubtedly saved them even greater effort.

After successfully entering the dungeon, consistent with the intelligence they had previously gathered from the Syndicate people, this was a huge ruins maze, filled with a large number of undead creatures.

At this moment, Pastor, one of the three hunters under the Seventh Prince's command, took the initiative to step forward.

Facing the skeletal undead that had discovered them and started to "clatter" as they stood up from the ground in the maze, Pastor volunteered to take the lead.

"Your Highness Olba, leave these monsters to me."

The Seventh Prince nodded.

As the 63rd rank on the Imperial Hunting List, Pastor was a top necromancer. Any undead creatures were like toys in front of Pastor.

It was precisely because of this that Pastor's hunting name was - the Skeleton King.

King of the Bones.

Pastor concentrated. This was a good opportunity for him to perform well in front of the Seventh Prince.

Because of Leon's arrival, the hunters felt anxious, especially seeing how Leon could play a powerful role everywhere. As fellow staff members of the Seventh Prince, they immediately felt a sense of crisis.

Pastor calmed himself, his body surging with magical power. He raised his withered fingers, his chanting starting as a low murmur and gradually becoming louder and more resonant, the incantations becoming increasingly obscure and mysterious, as if filled with arcane secrets.

As Pastor chanted, gray-green necromantic power began to swirl around him. At this moment, he indeed became incredibly mysterious and imposing in everyone's eyes. The necromantic power at his feet condensed into piles of bones. Pastor stood atop the bone piles, as if he truly was, just like his hunting title, the king of all undead.

"Obey!"

Finally, atop the bone piles, Pastor's momentum reached its peak. He suddenly opened his eyes, spreading his arms wide, the surging necromantic power accumulated from his chanting amplifying his voice infinitely, transforming into a command spell. Using sound waves, it began to propagate layer by layer, sweeping through the vast maze ahead at an extremely rapid speed.

This move was quite loud, and naturally, the effect was also very significant. It seemed that originally, there might have only been a dozen or so skeletons in the maze that had discovered them and were attacking.

But after Pastor's wave of chanting, wanting to display his authority as the "Skeleton King" in front of the Seventh Prince, easily making these low-level skeleton monsters "obey" him...

Clack! Clack! Clack clack clack!

The sound of bones assembling came from every corner of the maze, as if awakened by Pastor's sound waves. Then, just a few seconds later, a dense sea of skeletons began to surge out from all directions of the maze, from every entrance and exit.

And the target of all these skeletons was locked onto Pastor and the imperial army behind this "Skeleton King".

The Seventh Prince was initially a bit surprised in his heart.

He felt that the Skeleton King really had some skills, actually being able to summon so many skeletons in the maze to become their troops.

However, only Pastor himself, standing on the bone piles, did know the truth…

Where is the connection?

Why there is no response?

How come these skeletons hadn't established a necromantic contract with me yet? Even though I had issued the command to obey, they are completely ignoring me?

The Skeleton King began to sweat on his forehead. Pastor hurriedly gathered necromantic power again, shouting incantations in an attempt to control them, but the result was that even more skeletons were attracted, killing in their direction.

It was only at this point that the Seventh Prince also realized something was wrong. These skeletons, where were they coming to submit to them? The flickering ghostfire in their deep eye sockets clearly held nothing but killing intent towards them.

"Stop that damn spell of yours, Pastor!"

Olba was a bit furious.

But he had no time to reprimand this hunter anymore. He quickly ordered the remaining imperial soldiers to immediately form a formation, preparing to face this bone-chilling sea of skeletons.

After a grueling battle of blood and gore.

"Huff huff..."

The remaining gasping elite imperial soldiers, looking at the skeletal remains all over the ground, could finally breathe a sigh of relief. They directly plopped down on the cold floor, panting heavily.

They had endured for a full half hour, killing probably over a hundred skeletons, before barely ending it, finally coming to a pause.

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