I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1559 - 1563: What I Do Best Is Group Fights

"What are those two books?" The Book of the Undead and the Sun Scripture summoned by Zhang Menglong immediately drew everyone's attention.

Items that naturally come with such abnormal phenomena are usually above Dao Level, either possessing the power to destroy the world or containing profound Laws.

They felt an intense power of light from one of these books, whereas the other conveyed darkness and death. Their perceptions were not of these powers being contained within the books, but rather that the books themselves embodied these powers!

One book represents infinite light, and the other represents death and darkness!

"These two books are absolutely the ultimate treasures for magicians!"

"Is it possible that these items have already surpassed Dao Level? Weren't those Dao Level equipment just now not even his trump cards? Just how many more things does he have?"

"What trump cards? I feel this person has no bottom line at all!"

"Kid, taking out these things, you're simply courting death!"

Suddenly, dark ghostly shadows appeared in the sky, laughing eerily as they drifted through the air.

"It's them!"

"Indeed, I mentioned something was missing; turns out it's these disgusting fellows!"

"Ainos, the magician, also has a natural affinity for dark energy, and many things he left behind are related to these dark elements; no wonder they didn't show up before!"

"What the heck?" Zhang Menglong stared at the shifting shadows, "Dead Eaters?"

"Master, they're Dark Magicians!" Huzi's voice sounded in Zhang Menglong's ear.

"Dark Magicians?"

"I'm not referring to magicians who merely master dark elements, but rather those wicked magicians with despicable conduct and no bottom line in their actions. Their magic is mostly extremely evil, highly destructive dark magic. They even use magicians' corpses to refine various magical puppets, leading to fierce conflicts and contradictions with the righteous magicians."

"Is the magicians' world always this lively?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "This makes things even more interesting."

As those shadows descended, thousands more appeared in the valley. This group of dark magicians, though not numerous, included even the weakest among them being of Mage level, and over a hundred were already at the Great Magician level.

Their attire was extremely strange; some wore tattered clothes, some had fluffy hair and heavy bangs, some dyed their hair in various colors, and some had all sorts of metal studs or other items on their faces, ears, and lips.

"Ah, this..." Seeing this group, Zhang Menglong immediately pulled a long face, "This is a group of Shamate!"

Once upon a time, Earth also had such a group, but with changing times, not only did everyone's trend appeals improve, but even those Shamate of the past didn't have enough hair volume to support such hairstyles anymore.

Though the number of Great Magicians among them was large, Zhang Menglong noticed they subtly revolved around a mid-level mage at their core, as if he wielded the greatest authority among them.

As expected, Zhang Menglong guessed correctly; the young Shamate with white hair was indeed the central figure among these dark magicians. His father was a senior Great Magician level dark magician, arguably one of the strongest among the thousands surrounding empires!

His father, along with other senior Great Magicians, formed an organization that could rival the entire Magic Association, with neither side able to completely suppress or defeat the other.

This white-haired Shamate was named Drake, and he was ordered by his father to seize the legacy of the Great Magician Ainos! If they could acquire those forbidden curses he invented along with other powerful dark magics, their power would surely be further enhanced.

"I thought I was already quite arrogant, but didn't expect someone even more daring!" said the white-haired Shamate Drake to Zhang Menglong, "Even I dare not attempt such ventures; I believe you have potential to become a dark magician. Are you interested in joining us?"

This wasn't any scheme from Drake; dark magicians are inherently a group who act freely without the restraints of the secular world, pursuing the unconventional. They had already arrived earlier and witnessed Zhang Menglong's actions, considering his style exemplary among dark magicians.

"I am Drake, from the Shamate Dark Magic Association! Your tactics are diverse; surely you have quite an extraordinary background? The humble Hertz Family couldn't possibly produce a character like you."

"Hahaha, you've seen through me," Zhang Menglong bantered, "Actually, I'm not from the Hertz Family; I'm just temporarily residing with them."

"Oh? May I ask?"

"Have you heard of the Shamate Clan? They all call me Young Master Cold!"

"Have you heard of the Shamate Clan?" Drake promptly queried his underlings, the Great Magicians, as they'd witnessed many things and might recognize such a powerful young man from a notable clan.

"It should be a hidden magical family," each Great Magician seriously replied, "Young man, is there any particularly famous person in your family?"

"Well... Forget Brother Love, Sister Sin, these are famous solo performers, there must be the HKT group, who are our Shamate's peak boy band, oh, our Clan Leader is called Luo Fuxing."

The Great Magicians exchanged glances, none of them knowing these names; could this Shamate Clan truly be so low-key? But judging by Zhang Menglong's flair, how could this family be low-profile?

Oh well, it wasn't much of their concern; they simply took note of this family name, planning to stay cautious if encountered in the future.

"Brother, need help?" Drake asked.

"No need, just a bunch of negligible riffraff; brother, you can just watch from the side."

"But there are so many of them; how can you handle it alone?" Though failing to recruit Zhang Menglong, Drake sought to make friendly ties.

"Actually, what I excel at is not dueling, but gang fights!"

"You only have two people; that's a gang fight?"

"My gang fight is two people versus a large crowd!"

Zhang Menglong began reciting spells from the Dark Bible; he couldn't wield treasures of this level as he could with Forbidden Curses.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them cracked, with golden fragments gathering—the remains of those who once fought fiercely for Ainos's Great Magician legacy!

Every conquest involved devastating wars, with countless magicians dying, leaving their bones behind in this valley. And now, under the Dark Bible's power, their undead spirits reattached to their former bodies, rising once again!

This Land of Inheritance has existed since the Cang Yuan Era; after countless years, who knows how many had died here, now surrounding Zhang Menglong densely, retaining nearly ninety percent of their former magic power!

"No wonder he dared to engage in such transactions!" Earlier the affluent Prince trembled with excitement in the Teleportation Array, "This money was truly well spent!"