Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 41 The Necromancer

Deep within the dead forest, the terrain gradually slopes downwards.

Following the man's footprints, the two stealthily made their way to the bottom of a sheltered cliff.

A few pale green phosphorescent lights danced in the snow, dispelling the surrounding darkness, but offering little warmth.

Seven or eight humans, also dressed in black robes, were sitting around a fire.

They looked exhausted, shivering as they cleaned their robes, ate meager meals, and occasionally complained to their companions.

Xinzang and Liss lay hidden behind the snow crust above the cliff, their presence kept at bay by dark magic.

"When will this job ever end...?"

A man in black robes added a leg bone of some unknown creature to the phosphorescent fire, his voice full of resentment. "The frozen soil is harder than iron. It's one thing to dig out all that rotten flesh and broken bones from the ground, but we also have to keep maintaining the resurrection array non-stop. My mana pool is about to be drained, and those skeletons are so disobedient, always running around."

"Stop complaining. If the divine messenger hears you, you'll be in big trouble." The person next to him tightened his robe and interrupted him sternly. "If you delay the divine messenger's plans, she will definitely skin us alive and sew our skins onto those stitched-together monsters."

"I just can't swallow this! We've awakened at least tens of thousands of zombies these past few days, and what's the result? We haven't even opened the gates of that dilapidated stronghold!"

"Anyway, those zombies aren't worth much. If they die, we can just revive them. The divine messenger hasn't ordered us to launch a full-scale attack. If we just drag this out without reinforcements, those kobolds will eventually collapse."

Upon hearing this, Xin Zang on the cliff understood.

The vast army of undead that covered the mountains and plains was resurrected from the battlefield ruins by the current group of human spellcasters using magic.

Just then, the tall, thin man in black robes who had been silent by the fire suddenly moved forward.

It was the guy that Shinzo and his crew were tracking.

"Speaking of those hulking men guarding the city..." His eyes, reflecting phosphorescent light and gleaming with greed, shone beneath his hood. "Aren't you all envious?"

"What are you envious of? Are you envious of how those heavy hammers in their hands can smash people into mincemeat?"

"I'm talking about corpses." The tall, thin man in black robes licked his dry, cracked lips. "The corpses of ordinary kobolds are of such poor quality; they don't possess any supernatural power. Even if they were resurrected, they'd be easily smashed to pieces. But did you see what those monsters looked like? Dark red scales, flesh impervious to blades and spears. That's dragon blood!"

After hearing this, the black-robed men around him fell silent.

"If we can manage to obtain a relatively intact dragon-blooded corpse... treat it with embalming techniques, and then brand it with core runes, a death knight with dragon blood would definitely earn us the favor of the divine messengers. Perhaps, we could even gain divine favor and become a divine messenger myself! I've been wanting to get rid of that woman for a long time."

"You madman. Don't get too close to me, or your blood will splatter on me and stain my robes." Someone cursed, but his tone was clearly hesitant, obviously tempted.

Above the cliff face.

Liz leaned close to Shinzo's ear, her warm breath carrying a faint fragrance that lingered in the moonlight.

"Did you hear that, big boy?" She chuckled softly, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear, "This is what a normal human being should be like. Even the gods have their own agendas. What's the difference between a person without desires and a eunuch?"

"You think I have no desire?" Shinzo asked, looking at her.

The drow elf shrugged noncommittally.

"Do me a favor, don't let them run away and inform on us."

Before Liss could answer, the veil of shadow was torn open.

Xin Zang leaped off the cliff like a meteorite.

Using the momentum of his fall of more than ten meters, he tore through the air with his iron axe, slicing the black-robed man who was still complaining by the fire in two from head to chest.

Warm blood and internal organs gushed out, extinguishing the phosphorescent flames.

"Enemy attack!"

The remaining men in black robes suddenly awoke, screaming as they stumbled backward.

Several wisps of deathly gray energy took shape in their withered hands, transforming into vicious curses that shot towards Xinzang's face like venomous snakes.

Xin Cang neither dodged nor evaded, but instead collided head-on.

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from its body surface.

The intense Buddhist light, like a red-hot copper wall, blocked the curses in mid-air. Accompanied by a mist of hot oil poured onto snow, the deathly aura was burned away completely.

For these frail necromancers, close combat was a complete massacre.

Xin Cang strode forward, his battle axe sweeping across, cleanly severing the head of the second black-robed man who was still chanting rapidly. He then took a step forward, raising his knee and smashing it into the chest of the third man, sending him flying like a rag doll, crashing into the cliff face with broken bones and tendons.

In just a few breaths, the camp was left with only severed limbs and blood everywhere.

The last, tall, thin necromancer was so terrified that he collapsed to the ground. He stumbled backward, scrambling on his hands and feet.

A pool of yellow liquid seeped from the snow beneath him, and he clenched his teeth in terror, unable to utter another curse.

Xin Zang, carrying a blood-dripping iron axe, walked up to him, scaring him so much that he scrambled back.

The sound of dragging came from the snowfield behind them.

Liz emerged slowly from the darkness, dragging a black-robed figure who was trying to slip away in the chaos with one hand. The man's Achilles tendons had been severed, leaving a long and glaring trail of blood on the pristine snow.

"Is the one in your hand dead?" Xin Zang asked, looking at the monk who had wet his pants.

"No." Liz threw the person in her hand on the ground like trash.

Upon hearing this, Xin Zang flipped his wrist and brought his iron axe down with a swift motion.

A crisp sound.

The monk's head flew off and rolled several meters in the snow. His headless torso twitched twice and then fell silent.

"How barbaric."

Liz looked at the bloodstains on the ground and disgustedly avoided the filth. She walked over to Xin Zang and her gaze fell on the man's profile, which was splattered with a few drops of blood.

"Is killing all you desire?" The drow elf clicked his tongue twice, but a smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Well, at times like this, you still look like a human being. I don't dislike you."

"This is for the gods and the tribe." Xin Zang tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and wiped the blood off his battle axe.

"Fine, fine, for the sake of the gods." Liz rolled her eyes, drawing out the last syllable. "As expected, I still hate you."

The "heart fire" within his chest pulsed slightly, providing feedback to Xin Zang.

lie?

Xin Cang glanced at her and found himself increasingly unable to figure out this mixed-race Drow.

He stripped the prisoner of all the odds and ends that might be hiding magical materials and concealed weapons, and finally hoisted the man onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Let's go back to camp."

The two disappeared back into the night.

On the way back, the two of them were somewhat silent.

"You hate gods, why?" Shinzo broke the silence.

"What's it to you?" Liss walked casually to the side. "I'm a drow, you know, a big boy. An evil underground elf, isn't it perfectly normal for me to hate the gods in the sky?"

"But as far as I know, the drow also worship the spider god."

Where did you hear that from?

"The history of the kobold city-states includes the acceptance of drow, a foreign race," Xinzang said.

"Oh...and then?" Liz didn't dare to turn her face towards Shinzo.

Is she afraid?

Shinzo sensed the drastic change in her emotions.

Fear, anger, hatred... is this the real you? Liz