landbeastnovel Chapter 186 In the Name of Righteousness
Chapter 186 In the Name of Righteousness
Chapter 186 In the Name of Righteousness
Shadowblade, a second-level spell of the Illusion school.
It enables the caster to weave shadows into a solid weapon that condenses in their hand.
This spell sword will persist until the spell ends, and is considered a simple melee weapon.
It inflicts psychological damage upon impact and possesses agility, lightness, and throwing characteristics.
Kane's eyes flickered slightly.
This spell is considered useless by most spellcasters, since few spellcasters need to fight in close combat.
But it's very useful to him. If combined with "Lights Out" and "Darkness," he can directly summon Shadow Blade and fight enemies in the dark.
Silent, shadowy weapons can effectively launch attacks, but—
"This spell is not suitable for public duels; let's find another opportunity to learn it."
Kane began to consider his options.
Kane quickly figured it out.
His opponent tomorrow, Logan Susas, is a necromancer who will inevitably control one or more corpse servants.
His core tactic was to avoid or eliminate these undead soldiers, and ultimately force Logan to surrender at close range.
The Shadow Blade is geared towards surprise attacks and is clearly unsuitable for dealing with the necromancer's minion tactics.
After a moment's thought, he finally chose another spellbook.
Next, the spell will be engraved onto the skin using rune inscription, turning it into a temporary spell.
After he had chosen the books, he said to Arundel.
"May I take this book to my room to read?"
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Arundel widened his eyes slightly and couldn't help but remind him, "Lord Kane, learning magic is not something that can be done in a day or two."
"You just had a spar with your mentor; I was just showing you the process. Don't forget you'll be facing that mage Logan tomorrow; he's no pushover."
Kane knew the other person was worried about him, and finally just smiled and said, "I know, I'm just observing briefly, it won't take up too much of my energy."
Arundel looked at him strangely.
He didn't believe it; Kane had chosen a second-circle spell, and once it was brought to the room, how could he not look at it?
But since the other party had said so, he sighed and still vouched for Kane.
After all, most of these books are just rubbings, not unique copies.
Back in his room, Kane took off his shirt and looked at the spider-walking runes on his skin in the mirror, which slowly returned to their original state due to his immortality.
Immediately afterwards, he opened the spellbook, took out a dagger, and began to carve with force.
As the engraving process continued, fresh blood slowly seeped from the skin.
On the other side, in the black hall of the Necromancer's Tower.
His opponent, the royal mage Logan Susas, was wielding her long staff to fight against a nimble figure moving in front of her.
The figure, wielding two swords, charged forward swiftly, but was actually a drow corpse with bluish skin and shriveled flesh.
Its speed was unusually fast, and its body was covered with an abnormal glow, clearly indicating that it had been enchanted.
Logan Susas's gaze was grave as he manipulated two other corpse servants to protect her:
A heavily armored corpse with its face covered by a heavy helmet and holding a giant shield, and another corpse holding a longbow and a short sword.
However, the drow assassin's figure flickered in and out of sight, constantly trying to get close to Logan in the hall.
"Bang!"
The scimitar struck the giant shield heavily, only to be parried away.
Logan's expression grew increasingly grim.
"Okay, stop now."
Upon hearing this, the ghostly fire in Zhuo'er's corpse's eyes flashed, and it swiftly dodged a cold arrow, stopping to the side and standing motionless.
Footsteps approached.
Upon hearing the voice, Logan bowed respectfully and looked at the Skeleton Dean who was walking towards him.
"Dean, I'm sorry, I lost."
No, this is not your problem.
The withered bones shook their heads.
"The corpse you are fighting was a Tier 3 Drow in life, and its strength was already very strong."
Although the corpse was somewhat decomposed, it is still considered quite good among my many collections after I nurtured it.
Moreover, your spells are primarily effective against the living and have little effect on the dead.
The Nord you're fighting couldn't possibly be as strong as it.
Logan Susas nodded slowly, feeling slightly relieved.
A faint smile appeared on the skeletal, gaunt face: "And you can use this corpse tomorrow too."
"Give it to me?" Logan's expression changed slightly. "Wouldn't that break the rules?"
"rule?"
The skeleton laughed.
"The necromancer's power depends on external things."
The victors will not be blamed.
Moreover, in your hands, this corpse is unlikely to unleash its full third-tier strength, and no one else can say anything about it. However, his gaunt face darkened.
"Don't lose. Regardless of the demon cult, the duke, or the internal strife within the royal family, I don't want the mage academy to get involved in the internal struggles of Susas."
Logan Susas nodded and took the bone flute used to manipulate the corpse.
Watching the departing figure of the skeleton, Logan felt a sense of unease:
Dean, what exactly are you worried about?
Inside the room, in front of the mirror.
Kane released his grip and placed the blood-stained dagger on the table.
The blood scabs on his body were congealing.
He took a deep breath and looked at his bloodied body in the mirror.
The original "Spiderwalking" spell mark on his chest has been covered by new, more complex spell model runes.
Kane closed the spellbook in front of him and looked at his character panel.
A new spell has appeared in the spell list: [Mirror Image (Temporary)].
"Let's see how it goes."
Kane's mind stirred slightly, and he softly uttered an incantation.
Soon, three illusory clones that looked exactly like him appeared in the room.
When he stood up, his three clones also stood up at the same time; when he moved, the clones moved in sync.
Mirror Image Technique.
Kane's eyes flickered as he observed the three clones who looked exactly like him.
They will gradually disappear after a period of time.
"These three clones are illusions, they have no offensive power, and they will immediately dissipate upon collision or damage."
If the enemy uses area-of-effect spells or other detection spells, they can easily be countered or broken—but this is normal, after all, it's only a second-level spell.
"That way, when I fight that necromancer tomorrow, I can use it to stall for time and make it easier for me to get close."
Choosing "Mirror Image" was a decision he made after his battle against Bella, a third-tier illusion mage.
In that battle, his opponent kept using illusions to conceal his presence, which put him in a passive tactical pursuit.
Conversely, if you can also use illusions to interfere with the other party, you will have a much greater initiative.
Even if the other party tries to break the illusion, their actions will inevitably be exposed.
Kane closed his eyes, mentally rehearsing the tactics.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a voice came from outside: "Your Excellency Kane, your dinner has been placed at the door."
After the knocking, the footsteps gradually faded away.
Kane was used to this. He opened the door, took the plate, which contained simple white bread, jam, and a bottle of milk.
But his gaze sharpened, and after moving the plate aside, he found a note underneath.
The note had a line written on it:
Beware of arrows from behind; the real enemy may not be in front of you.
A cold arrow from behind?
Kane looked grave as he opened the door and gazed into the empty corridor. The academy was silent in the night.
Recalling the mysterious voice he had heard in the dungeon, a cloud of doubts swirled in his mind.
The following day, at the training ground.
The special facilities of this magic academy are designed to provide magicians with a controlled and safe environment for training, competition, and assessment of their abilities, from theory to practice.
At the same time, it is also often used in magical duels and exchanges.
At this moment, the venue was packed with people.
From apprentice monks to deans of various academies, almost every seat in the stands was filled.
All eyes were focused on the center of the field.
At the entrance to the training ground, Arundel looked at Kane and said in a low voice, "Lord Kane, regardless of the outcome, whether or not to intervene in Sussas's internal affairs ultimately depends on the deans' vote."
If there is danger, surrender immediately.
"I know."
Kane nodded. He was not a stubborn man and would not fight to the death knowing he was no match for the enemy.
But now that we're here, it would be ridiculous to give up so easily.
He flashed a confident smile, patted Arundel on the shoulder, and strode onto the field.
Above, numerous gazes fell upon him—curious, doubtful, scrutinizing—but Kane paid them no heed, stepping into the vast white stone plaza and standing still.
His opponent, Logan Susas, dressed in a red robe, stood opposite him, with three coffins beside him.
Her expression was cold and expressionless.
On the huge training arena, the two faced each other from a distance under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
Logan Susas looked at Kane and said, "You Nord outsider, do you know why the robes of the mage academy are red?"
Kane made a listening gesture.
Logan Susas continued, "Back then, the forces of the Underdark attacked Susas and burned our forests."
The founder of the Mage Academy established the academy and made all spellcasters who advanced to the professional level wear red robes—a symbol of remembering the blood feud and vowing to fight the enemy to the end.
This red robe signifies blood for blood.
She abruptly changed the subject, her tone turning stern.
"However, you came to the academy and tried to get us involved in the internal struggles of Susas."
What I'm telling you is this: the academy mage's staff will only be used against Nords, Drow, and demons, but never against their own kind!
Her voice spread throughout the arena via "message".
Many of the monks who had been whispering stopped. Even the six abbots sitting on the platform had different expressions.
Dean Kugu remained expressionless, while Bella suppressed her faint smile.
Kane understood her meaning.
Today's showdown is ostensibly to verify his strength and the reliability of his evidence, but the verbal exchange between the two is also a crucial part.
He met Logan's gaze and replied loudly, "Honorable Mage Logan, you say a mage's staff won't be pointed at their own people—"
But how do you determine who your own people are?
When demons descend upon the material plane, when the Duke's warriors brandish their blades against the common people, when the royal court is engulfed in flames—
"You, Logan Susas, as a member of the royal family, can you truly remain uninvolved?"
After he finished speaking, he looked up at Logan.
The latter's expression immediately turned somewhat unpleasant.
As a member who was expelled from the royal family and then brought back, her position is indeed somewhat delicate.
Kane's gaze swept over the numerous mages in the stands, and he continued, his voice clear: "Esteemed mages, in the face of this catastrophe that will engulf everyone, can you truly remain unscathed?"
He looked up, meeting the gazes of the crowd in the stands.
Many monks averted their gaze the instant they met his eyes.
Kane's gaze moved upwards, landing on the six deans at the highest point.
Six different gazes: scrutinizing, calm, appreciative—and so on.
He withdrew his gaze and looked again at his opponent, the royal member who bore the name Susas.
Logan Susas looked at Kane: "Nords, since neither of us can convince the other."
"Then let our staffs and blades decide our will."
Her expression was resolute.
Kane smiled, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed: "As you wish, madam."
As soon as he finished speaking, Logan's lips moved slightly, and the lids of the three coffins slowly slid open, revealing three corpses stepping out.
Kane took a step back, drew his scimitar, and observed intently.
Three corpses: one was a heavily armored soldier with a helmet covering his face and a huge shield in his hand;
One is dressed as a ranger, equipped with a longbow and a one-handed sword;
But the last corpse made Kane's eyes narrow slightly.
It was the corpse of a Drow male, muscular and dressed as a wanderer, with an unfamiliar family crest engraved on his armor.
The corpse held a knife and a sword in its hands, the blades glowing with an enchanted light.
Kane knew that in Drow society, although women were at the core of each family, there were also strong men, especially the highest military commanders known as "Master of Martial Arts".
They are usually battle-hardened, wear soft armor made of spider silk, and bear family crests.
The male drow corpse in front of us fits these characteristics perfectly.
In terms of combat strength alone, within the Drow family, the Martial Arts Master's strength is second only to the Matriarch.
"Nord, if you are ready, I shall begin."
Logan Susas said the three bodies were arranged in a triangular formation.
Kane nodded: "No problem."
"it is good."
The next moment, the wanderer's corpse drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and a sharp arrow shot through the air!
The heavily armored corpse held a shield in front of Logan.
At the same time, the corpse of Nazhuoer suddenly slithered into the shadows and began to run rapidly around the square, its figure flickering like a ghost.
Kane swung his sword and deflected the arrow with a "bang," dodging as he rapidly advanced towards Logan.
Just like his fight with Bella, he had to get close!
But at that moment, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly lowered his head.
"Whoosh!"
A curved blade swept across his original spot.
The moment the weapons clashed, Kane's arm trembled violently. This corpse, seemingly ordinary, possessed strength exceeding that of Oliver, who had giant blood!
This means that the corpse was a third-tier professional before its death!
He blocked with all his might, feeling a tearing sensation in his arm muscles, but thanks to his immortality, he quietly recovered and used the force to retreat.
At the same time, a rapier silently emerged from the other hand of the drow corpse, aiming straight for Kane's waist and abdomen.
"Shield!"
An invisible force field unfolds.
The rapier pierced the force field, its speed decreasing sharply, but in just an instant, the shield shattered.
Kane abruptly sidestepped and retreated, narrowly avoiding the attack, his eyes filled with extreme seriousness.
Even though the corpse of a Tier 3 Drow Ranger was not as strong as it was in life, it still caused him to waste a "Shield" spell at the start of the battle.
Kane's gaze was fixed, and he used his scimitar to clash repeatedly with the swords on the drow's corpse, the clanging sounds ringing out incessantly.
He had to retreat, parry, and dodge repeatedly, and several minor wounds appeared on his body.
This is the first time since I gained the "blood acceleration" ability.
How to break the game?
His mind raced as he glanced at Logan, who was firmly protected behind him by the heavily armored corpse.
The female mage was pale, and her lips were moving rapidly. It was clear that maintaining control over such a powerful corpse was an extremely heavy burden for her.
The key to breaking the deadlock lies with her. Kane's eyes flashed, and he softly uttered the incantation: "Cloud Mist Spell".