This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1989 - 573 Snake of the Death Knell

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Matthew calmly looked at the Netherworld Soldiers rushing towards the pumpkin lantern.

The Bone Nightmares beneath them were not low Level, but neither elite nor naturally formed undead, looking more like inferior mounts cultivated in some manner.

The Bone Nightmares were treading waves.

The circle of auras under their four legs resisted the corrosive and gravitational forces of the River Styx.

Matthew felt a power similar to that of an Emissary of the Underworld.

"Not the Vampire Viscounts."

"But these Ghost Riders should belong to the same Level or a secondary Level of Emissaries of the Underworld, or Death Lords..."

He made such a judgment in his heart.

In a breath.

The two Bone Nightmares that rushed the fastest had already arrived in front of them.

They didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping, the massive bodies of the Ghost Riders and Bone Nightmares sharply contrasted with the pumpkin lantern and the two tiny little fairies on it.

"Crush them!"

A cruel low shout came from the Ghost Riders.

In an instant.

A Bone Nightmare raised its front hooves high, and stomped down towards the pumpkin lantern!

Facing two beings crossing the River Styx.

The Ghost Riders didn’t even have the intention of communicating!

Instead, they only wanted to kill them ruthlessly!

Matthew’s eyes turned cold, but he didn’t act immediately, instead quickly glanced at Lulu beside him.

Lulu, though she appeared somewhat fearful, at this moment, stepped forward actively, raised the priest’s staff in her hand high—

Puff!

A yellow brilliance suddenly ascended.

Immediately.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen.

A mighty, unstoppable force rippled out, directly halting the Bone Nightmare’s front hooves in mid-air—

"Fairy Spells: Rejection Aura"!

"Get out of here!"

Lulu glared her big eyes.

Three consecutive bursts of yellow light exploded.

The Bone Nightmare toppled backward, the Ghost Rider on horseback immediately tumbled awkwardly into the River Styx.

Crash!

Coincidentally, a considerable dark current came at this moment, lapping against the shore to stir the waves backward, directly engulfing the Ghost Rider who fell into the river.

At the last critical moment.

If it weren’t for the companions arriving on time and lending a helping hand to retrieve the fallen Ghost Rider jointly, even with the protection of the Emissary of the Underworld upon him, he couldn’t resist the prolonged erosion of the River Styx!

"We are not ghosts!"

"Why did you crash into my pumpkin lantern?"

"You have no right to capture us!"

Seeing Matthew had no intention to speak.

Lulu could only grit her teeth and angrily speak to the circle of enemies around them.

"Heh... ignorant little fairies."

At this time, the rider at the front made way.

A Ghost Rider wearing Garcia’s Armor II, seemingly the leader, approached them.

He glanced at Lulu’s Rejection Aura and the subsequent release of "Fairy Shelter," his eyes behind the mask glowing with dark blue light.

His gaze was supremely indifferent:

"Wherever the River Styx reaches is the domain of the Underworld."

"All beings intruding the Underworld, their souls are managed by the Underworld, don’t you comprehend this rule?"

"Those living entries to the Underworld mean you choose Death."

"And the aura of death is not something you can come and go as you please!"

Saying so.

He suddenly extended his hand, grabbing at Lulu’s shelter in the void!

Crackling sounds followed!

The shelter produced unsettling sounds.

However, three seconds later.

The Ghost leader showed an expression of surprise instead:

"Very powerful spell mastery; you are not ordinary little fairies."

"Wait, that staff in your hand; many years ago, I think I saw it on someone else—"

"That person was my friend, huh, this staff must have been stolen by you from her, right?"

"Quickly, hand over the staff!"

In the final sentence.

His tone suddenly shifted from normal speech to stern reprimand!

That reprimand evidently carried powerful Intimidation, coercion, and other elements, estimated to be a special Abilities of some Underworld residents.

Lulu shuddered immediately upon hearing it, nearly losing her grip on the staff, and the entire shelter was further unstable.

"Matthew..."

She called softly.

The next second.

She felt a warm and firm force pass to the back of her hand holding the staff.

"Don’t be afraid; he’s intimidating you."

"You’ve already done quite well."

Matthew stepped forward in time, relieving Lulu’s stress.

He actually just wanted to see to what extent Lulu could withstand, currently seems to be barely passing.

Just to complete the legendary task alone seems quite distant...

He steadied his mind, meeting the gaze of the Ghost leader who was scrutinizing him as well:

"You are lying!"

"I have a friend living long in the Underworld who told me the rules are not like this."

"Who is your lord?"

The Ghost leader snorted coldly:

"Do you think a mere little fairy is qualified to know the revered name of the lord I serve?"

Matthew immediately raised his voice:

"Standing before you is not some little fairy!"

"She is the High Priestess of the Fairy Flower Garden!"

"Even an Emissary of the Underworld has no right to speak to her like this!"

The Ghost leader’s eyes flashed a trace of surprise and doubt.

He then couldn’t help but laugh:

"I’ve long heard of fairies liking to tease, didn’t expect such boring boast."

"Even if you wield some spells and hold a decent staff, doesn’t mean you’re the High Priestess."

Lulu was about to say something.

But was held by Matthew.

"He’s probing us; no need to satisfy him."

Matthew communicated via spells to Lulu.

The Ghost leader’s eyes showed a slight regret.