Reigning Supreme in countless worlds With Beast taming-Chapter 332 - 329 Witch Demon

Himos rode atop an Undead Horse, fleeing for his life.

The eyes of this Undead Horse blazed with Netherworld Fire, and it possessed strength comparable to a level six Demon Beast. Although it was nothing but a skeletal frame, its running speed was not slow. Moreover, it never tired, for as long as the breath of the Undead lingered within it, it could run endlessly without requiring rest or food like living Demon Beasts.

The Undead Horse galloped furiously, carrying Himos toward an ancient and desolate castle in the distance.

The land was barren all around, with white bones occasionally visible among the tufts of grass.

Clearly, this was an ancient battlefield, desolate and silent, with no signs of human life for a hundred miles around. Only that ancient castle stood forlorn, like the lonely silhouette of an elderly man in the dusk, looking so isolated.

However, that was the only lifeline left in Himos’s heart.

Because the mentor who had led him down the irreversible path of the Undead Mage was in that castle.

When it came to his mentor, Himos had mixed feelings, uncertain whether to be grateful or resentful.

Logically, since the mentor had led him onto the path of magic, bestowing him with transcendent power, he should be grateful.

But Undead Mages were not mainstream on this continent.

Or rather, in the world of the living, Undead Mages would never be mainstream.

Ever since he took up the practice of Undead Magic, he had been hunted by Knights of the Light God Church, restrained by Light Priests, despised by countless people, and barely escaped with his life on several occasions, suffering greatly.

Even within the realms of the Nature God System, while there was no outright lynching of Undead Mages, the subtle discrimination still deeply affected Himos.

As a result, he developed an extreme personality.

He began to act more recklessly, leading thousands of Undead to lay siege to churches, unabashedly desecrating the graves of the mighty, and using Undead Magic to spread plagues that killed people from several tribes, all to acquire powerful corpses to raise his qualified Undead minions.

For this, he faced even greater alienation and suppression.

An Undead Mage with no bottom line would be unwelcome anywhere.

And especially the strong within the Warrior System, they would definitely not want to be dug up and turned into Undead under someone else’s control after death.

After his actions were exposed, for a time Himos was relentlessly hunted by a kingdom’s powerful elites.

But his mindset had formed, and he stubbornly believed he was not strong enough, that his Undead Army was not numerous enough; otherwise, those people wouldn’t dare to pursue him.

Thus, instead of holding back, Himos became even more ruthless, with increasingly unrestrained actions.

Only this time, he learned to be somewhat smarter, no longer acting brazenly but covertly from the shadows.

Originally, this made him significantly stronger, and his Undead minions became more formidable.

However, just when he was confidently planning to lead his Undead to ambush and slaughter a Tribe’s strong figures as revenge for being pursued, he encountered a strange Undead Mage.

Strange, because although that person also commanded the Undead, he was completely different from Himself.

That person’s strength might not be greater than his, and the number of Undead under their control was far less than his own Undead Army, but each of that person’s Undead was extremely powerful, much stronger than his own minions.

More importantly, he was caught off guard. While his Undead Army was advancing on the Tribe and he had few Undead guards by his side, out of the blue, the foe struck nearby, forcing him to abandon the Undead minions he had accumulated with great difficulty and choose to flee in disarray.

Then, something that almost drove him to despair happened.

No matter what methods he used, he could not shake off the person who had ruined his plans, tailing him from behind.

And that person was getting closer and closer, several times almost capturing him.

Left with no choice, he could only head towards his mentor’s location, pleading for rescue.

Otherwise, he could think of no other way to survive.

Such is the sorrow of an Undead Mage.

Their numbers are too few, and owing to their eccentric and extreme personalities, they tend to enjoy solitude, hence they do not band together. When danger comes, naturally, there are few friends to lend a hand.

Gazing at the ancient castle drawing ever closer, Himos felt a surge of elation within his heart.

At last, he was nearly there.

He had been relentlessly pursued these past days, with nowhere to escape to either in heaven or earth. Running for his life, his spiritual power and magic power were nearly depleted. If he could not reach his mentor’s protection today, he had no more strength to summon the Undead from the Netherworld and flee.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a light sound came from up ahead.

It was a Bone Spear that abruptly impaled itself in front of Himos’s Undead Horse, blocking his path.

Immediately after, two tall Skull Warriors appeared in front.

Himos quickly reined in the Undead Horse.

He knew these were his mentor’s Undead, guarding the castle.

Himos dismounted the Undead Horse and shouted aloud, "Mentor, mentor, it’s me, Himos..."

All the while, he looked back over his shoulder.

A strong sense of crisis continuously pressed on from behind. He knew that the Undead Mage pursuing him was not far off.

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Despite not understanding why a fellow Undead Mage would want to hunt him down, none of that mattered. What mattered was that he could not die now.

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Unless one reached the level of a Great Magic Guide Master or above, even if he was an Undead Mage, once he was killed, he would truly die.

Only the strong who had become Great Magic Guide Masters or higher could retain their consciousness after death when entering the Netherworld and continue to live on in another form.

Otherwise, even if the soul entered the Netherworld, it could only become a dazed Skull Mage.

Of course, those Undead Mages who truly had the strength to reach the realm of Great Magic Guide Master or above often chose to transform their bodies into another life form, Witch Demons!

Because practicing Undead Magic with a human body requires enduring the erosion of Death Qi for many years, which causes immense damage to the body.

Thus, Undead Mages are the frailest of all mages.

Only by transforming themselves into Witch Demons, becoming true Undying Creatures, could they acquire a powerful body.

Moreover, even if their bodies were destroyed, as long as their Life Box wasn’t found and broken, they still possessed the possibility of continual resurrection.

Ahead, the ancient castle remained silent, and the Skulls in front of Himos showed no intention of clearing the way.

After a while, just as Himos was beginning to despair, the old doors of the castle finally creaked open, pushed from the inside by two Skulls.

A deep, hoarse, and unpleasant elderly voice came from within the castle, "Himos, my disciple, it seems you have brought me some trouble?"

Upon hearing that voice, Himos immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Teacher, save me! I am being pursued by a strange Undead Mage who possesses some powerful Undead I’ve never seen before."

"Uh?"

The old voice inside, upon hearing this, suddenly had fluctuations, "There are Undead you’ve never seen?"

"Yes, teacher."

Himos hurriedly said, "That guy is very strange. The Ghosts he controls are solid, if I couldn’t sense the aura of the Ghosts, I would have thought they were living people.

Furthermore, the Zombies he summons are incredibly powerful, their entire bodies are as if forged from metal. The Bone Spears I cast not only fail to penetrate the Zombie’s body, but they are also directly repelled without causing much damage at all..."

As Himos narrated, the Undead Mage within the castle seemed to become intrigued.

He ordered the two Skull Warriors that were blocking Himos to clear the path, allowing Himos to enter the castle.

From the outside, the castle appeared very old and dilapidated, but the inside was relatively clean and tidy, with wooden furniture, spotless tables, chairs, and cutlery, and even exquisite murals on the walls.

If not for the presence of numerous Skull Warriors standing guard in the hall and some ugly Zombies emitting a strange odor in a corner of the hall, and the occasional appearance of semi-visible transparent Ghosts hanging around, this place would not differ much from the castles of ordinary rural nobles.

"Teacher."

Himos respectfully saluted the old man who was shrouded in a pitch-black Magic Robe sitting in front of him.

"Hehehe..."

Amid the bizarre and sinister laughter, the old man slowly lifted his head, revealing a pair of eyes flickering with emerald light, "Himos, my dear disciple, I remember that when you left me, you said you would never come back."

"Teacher, the disciple was wrong."

Himos said respectfully, "After leaving you, I realized that on my own power alone, I was not capable enough to thrive in the outside world. If I had listened to you, I wouldn’t be in such a sorry state now."

"Humph, enough talk, tell me about the Undead Mage who is chasing you, huh?"

Before he finished speaking, the Old Undead Mage suddenly turned and looked outside through the open doors of the castle.

There, at the end of the weedy path, a figure appeared.

The figure did not hide its tracks, but walked straight towards the castle.

"Is that him?"

The Old Undead Mage’s eyes twinkled with surprise, "He seems to be of similar strength as you, why so bold? It looks like he dares to barge into my Undead Castle?"

Himos nodded repeatedly, "Teacher, it’s this person."

He was deeply impressed by this figure; after all, there were several occasions when he was almost caught by it, and the image had been firmly imprinted in his mind.

"Something’s not right,"

The Old Undead Mage looked at the person outside, wondering, "Why do I feel a strong vitality emanating from him? Shouldn’t we Undead Mages be surrounded by Death Qi?

Himos, are you sure this person is an Undead Mage and not a mage of the Natural Element?"

"Teacher, he indeed summoned Ghosts and Zombies to battle against me."

"Oh?"

Now, the Old Undead Mage was suddenly excited, "Could it be, this Undead Mage has invented a new kind of Magic that allows him to maintain his vitality, or perhaps he extracts vitality from other beings to sustain himself?

Hehehe, excellent, I must capture him alive and interrogate how he managed it.

If I can also restore my body’s vitality, I’ll have a better chance of advancing to a Great Magic Guide Master. Otherwise, I fear not being able to withstand the strong erosion of Death Qi during the advancement.

Once I become a Great Magic Guide Master, I can prepare for the transformation into a Witch Demon, and once I become an Undying Witch Demon, hehehe, Light Church Court, just wait for my revenge."

The Old Undead Mage was extremely excited at this moment.

After all, the erosion of life force by Death Qi was the most troublesome matter for these Undead Mages.

Many Undead Mages, because of long-term exposure to Death Qi or in order to create more powerful Undead, had to stay in places rich in Death Qi, resulting in their bodies being too eroded. Before they could advance to higher realms, they would perish due to their decaying bodies.

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