Chapter 6: Summoning of the Undead

A figure with a black-gold halo above its head and pure black flames engulfing its body emerged from the passage opened in the dark mist. A dazzling golden ring swayed on its trident, and its ancient armor was clearly at least a century old. A black iron belt wrapped around its waist was engraved with various beast-shaped symbols, while a few somewhat obscure turquoise and blue diamonds were set in the front clasp, underscoring the supreme status of this Dark Flame Demon.

Schiller’s initial angry gaze also shifted slightly at this moment. A Dark Flame Demon?! Was this guy an undead mage? He could summon such a being? Moreover, there seemed to be black mist mixed in the flames on the demon’s trident—where did this guy find such an excellent corpse?

As a high-ranking priest of the Inquisition, Schiller was no stranger to undead mages. To be honest, he had dealt with quite a few of them during his tenure, but summoning a powerful entity like a Dark Flame Demon was extremely rare. And it seemed there was more to it—this Dark Flame Demon seemed to have quite high quality, even possessing combat energy from its past life. How did this guy train this undead body to retain its former combat abilities?

Seemingly intent on shocking Schiller further, the black passage did not disappear with the appearance of the Dark Flame Demon. A black knight wielding an Ice Wind Demon Sword leaped out next, its agile movements and the chilling aura generated by the sword making the entire area feel even colder.

Konti didn’t give Schiller much time to think. As soon as the two undead appeared, a series of gestures were made, and as if infused with souls, the two undead immediately swung their tridents and Ice Wind Demon Swords, sending waves of dark wind and flames toward Schiller.

Frowning slightly, Schiller didn’t want to be entangled by this undead mage. In his view, capturing the leader first was key—eliminating Komer was the top priority. Yet, the strength displayed by the undead mage made him cautious. The dark passage showed no sign of closing, meaning more undead warriors could emerge at any moment. And just these two ferocious undead in front of him were enough to keep him busy for a while.

The Sacred Light spell was cast immediately, its utterly pure radiance shining like sunlight, instantly enveloping the two undead in a milky white glow. With constant crackling sounds, their bodies erupted in a series of bone-cracking noises under the brilliant holy light. As black mist mingled with white light, both undead froze, as if weighed down by immense pressure and unable to move.

But with Conti’s furious shout, two additional defensive spells were instantly applied to the two undead. As if suddenly empowered, they withstood the impact of the Sacred Light and their speed increased dramatically.

The Dark Flame Demon rushed first. The black flames on its trident trembled continuously on the golden rings before detaching from the trident itself, floating and spinning toward Schiller. This was the fire of the dead from hell—a soul-flame ignited by the essence of the undead, incapable of being extinguished once it touched anything, burning everything to ashes. Meanwhile, the trident danced wildly in the Dark Flame Demon’s hands, powerful gusts of wind seemingly carrying the demon’s body straight at Schiller.

At the same time, the Ice Wind Magic Sword in the Black Knight’s hand also unleashed fierce winds at Schiller. The violent sword energy created layers of waves, seemingly intent on tearing apart space itself, as if a supremely powerful warrior king had arrived, fierce beyond measure.

A slight smirk appeared on Schiller’s lips as he gripped his Sacred Staff tightly. He felt no pity for such wretched undead—either they would be wiped out completely or reduced to ashes. That was the creed of the Inquisition. Although these two undead seemed to have undergone some training by their masters, they were nothing to Schiller, who possessed the purest Sacred Light spirit. At most, they would only consume a little of his Sacred Power. He refused to believe these dark undead could withstand the baptism of heavenly light.

Giovanni could no longer contain his fervor. As Conti leaped forward to challenge Schiller, he too lost control. The three mages behind Michelangelo were his prime targets. He joined forces with two of the six dark mages behind Komer to form a magic assault team. A small magic circle composed of dark magic and wind magic instantly ensnared the three Sacred Mages behind Michelangelo.

The howling gales and surging combat energy saw sword auras, spear shadows, magic, and arcane powers clashing with each other; dark winds battled against radiant holy light. The square in front of the prison tower instantly became a place where heaven and hell coexisted. Everyone was completely immersed in this battle, which no one had ever imagined beforehand. Komer hadn’t expected that, without Noroya and Lorenzo, knights and mages of the Vazinki faction would join the fight. Meanwhile, Schiller never imagined that the remnants of darkness attacking this time would possess such formidable strength.

On Komer’s side, only the two dark mages, Flamenco and Solka, along with Newman, stood by to watch. Clarence and Schaeffer were already locked in a fierce struggle with the three judges’ mages brought by Schiller. With Komer’s special guidance, Clarence was no longer the earth mage who had once been captured. He had made great progress not only in terms of magical power but also in the application of earth magic.

Faced with the light magic array formed by the three holy mages, if it had been before the battle at Homer, Clarence and Schaeffer would have been defeated long ago. But this time, they managed to hold their ground together. The mud trolls became Clarence’s protective allies. With their three-meter tall stature, every attack from the holy mages’ array struck only the mud trolls. Although each attack turned the mud trolls into piles of dirt, they could quickly reassemble and return to their original form.

Without Schaeffer’s full support, Clarence wouldn’t have been able to persevere. The power of the light magic array was simply too strong. Every time the array flashed in the air, the holy light would knock down the three mud trolls. If they couldn’t restore the mud trolls to their original form before the next attack, then only the baptism of the holy light awaited Clarence and Schaeffer.