Chapter 103: Chapter 86: Resurrect! My Bloodfang Chieftain

With a ready-made Skill Scroll on hand, understanding the Magic Model and the essentials of spellcasting went quite smoothly.

However, Lynch knew this was merely "learning" the skill. Reaching "mastery," let alone raising the skill’s level, would still require a great deal of practice and real-world application.

Therefore, he didn’t act rashly.

「The next day.」

Lynch first had breakfast with his mentor and the three young women.

Seizing the opportunity while his mentor seemed to be in a good mood, he made his request. "Mentor, there are a few things I’d like to ask you about the Corpse Resurrection Skill, especially... regarding the material ratios and the finer details of preparing the corpse."

He paused for a moment before adding, "I happen to have a suitable corpse on hand right now and would like to give it a try."

"Oh? You mean the Bloodfang Chieftain, don’t you? Alright, take me to see it." Annabella knew exactly what he was getting at, so she didn’t refuse.

Upon hearing this, the three young women’s interest was immediately piqued, and they all said they wanted to come along and watch.

For them, witnessing a powerful corpse being transformed into an Undead Servant with their own eyes was an unprecedented experience.

This was especially true for Avril.

Both her family and her mentors in the Holy Light System had spent all day drilling into her the idea that Necromancers were filthy and evil. Yet, she found Lynch not the least bit evil; on the contrary, he was quite interesting.

Lynch, of course, didn’t refuse and promptly led the group to the garrison’s cellar.

This area, originally used for storing non-perishable supplies, had now been temporarily converted into Lynch’s "Necromancer’s Workshop."

In the center of the cellar, the burly, imposing, scar-covered corpse of the Bloodfang Chieftain lay flat on the ground.

Although it had been dead for some time, the body still radiated a fierce and tyrannical aura that was faintly unnerving.

"Well now!" Annabella’s eyes swept over the body, a flicker of approval in their depths. "This one wasn’t weak, even for a Tier Three. And by the looks of it, he had a wealth of combat experience. Judging by this physique and these scars... it couldn’t have been easy for you to take him down."

Compared to her, the expressions on the three young women could only be described as ones of pure shock.

As a Warrior, Ophelia felt it most keenly.

She could clearly sense how powerful the man had been in life. Even in death, she couldn’t stop the hairs on her arms from standing on end, as if the corpse might suddenly spring up and attack at any moment.

Lilith and Avril’s scalps tingled, and they both subconsciously took a small step back.

"Go ahead and start," Annabella said, taking two steps back to give Lynch space. "Follow the key steps of the Corpse Resurrection Skill. First, lay out the Array and prepare the corpse. I’ll be watching from the side."

"Yes, Mentor."

Lynch took a deep breath, steeling himself.

He first took out the Simple Negative Energy Gathering Array. Following a specific orientation and sequence, he arranged it around the Bloodfang Chieftain’s corpse and embedded several Negative Energy Crystals as a power source.

Soon, a sinister, cold aura began to permeate the cellar, and a thin layer of white frost gradually coated the surroundings.

To avoid scrambling later, he took out some Antiseptic Materials and strengthening agents, laying them out in order within easy reach.

After waiting for the Negative Energy to reach a certain concentration, he took out a jar of special antiseptic grease and applied a layer to the surface of the Chieftain’s corpse.

Once it was spread evenly, he took some powdered Yin Attribute minerals mixed with a small amount of bone meal and carefully sprinkled the mixture onto key areas of the corpse, such as the joints, heart, and head.

Finally, he took out several vials of a dark, murky potion and dripped a small amount of the liquid into the corpse’s mouth, ear canals, and nostrils.

Lynch performed the entire process meticulously. Although his movements were a bit unpracticed, with Annabella offering occasional guidance from the side, he made no mistakes.

The three young women watched from the side, their eyes glued to the scene. On one hand, they found it somewhat sinister and bizarre, but on the other, they were overcome with curiosity and couldn’t help but stare.

With all the preparations complete, Lynch stood before the Array, raised the skull-topped Magic Staff in his hand, and began to chant the incantation for the Corpse Resurrection Skill in a low voice.

His Spiritual Power pulsed with a specific rhythm, linking with the Negative Energy Array on the ground and guiding the dense death energy to converge.

A pale mist began to seep slowly into the Chieftain’s corpse.

As the incantation continued, the Bloodfang Chieftain’s lifeless corpse gradually began to change. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

First, its fingers twitched slightly.

Then, its body began to tremble rhythmically.

Meanwhile, the Antiseptic Materials covering the corpse’s surface began to slowly dissolve into the body, saturated by the death energy.

"Mind the rhythm of your Spiritual Power output. Guide the energy to focus on strengthening the bones and sinews, preserving as much of its strength from when it was alive as possible..." Annabella’s voice interjected, pointing out the critical parts of the technique.

Lynch adjusted his output as instructed, fine beads of sweat gradually forming on his forehead.

Resurrecting such a powerful corpse placed a considerable strain on both his Spiritual Power and Mana.

Finally, the lengthy incantation reached its final string of syllables.

Lynch pointed his Magic Staff forcefully downward and uttered in a low, powerful voice, "...In the name of death, arise, my great Undead Warrior!"

WHOOM—

The Negative Energy Array flared, its light completely enveloping the Bloodfang Chieftain.

The Bloodfang Chieftain’s corpse, lying on the wooden planks, suddenly snapped its eyes open.

They were a pair of hollow, dead eyes, utterly devoid of spirit. Only in their very depths did two faint wisps of Soul Fire flicker.

Lynch could feel a strange mental link forming between himself and the corpse.

He could clearly sense that he was in control of it.

With a mere thought, he commanded it to slowly rise to its feet.

Its movements were somewhat sluggish, like a rusted automaton, but as it rose, a formidable, oppressive aura mixed with the chill of death washed over them.

It was a success.

Lynch was overjoyed.

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