Chapter 011: Death Battle

Du Fan casually tossed a few magic scrolls onto his hand, watched Ampere from afar, and sneered, “Old monster, if you really have the ability to destroy the entire forest, then go ahead! But I doubt you dare, right? That move you used earlier might not have been very effective, but it must have cost you quite a bit of magic power, right? If you waste more magic power trying to destroy this forest, you’ll probably end up taking hits instead. I’m not afraid of you…”
Ampere snorted and said, “Little Du Fan, do you really think belittling me like this will work? Do you think I really can’t do anything to you?”
As he spoke, the Holy Radiance Staff in Ampere’s hand pointed downward.
The thunderclouds in the sky dissipated quickly with his movement, and this time, a black mist emerged from his staff, swirling above the forest. Moments later, the mist formed a spatial rift, from which roars could be heard.
Soon, a bone horse engulfed in black flames rushed out of the rift, with a necromancer whose body was reduced to bones and armor sitting on its back!
Green flames flickered in the necromancer’s eye sockets, and he seemed to growl continuously along with the horse’s roars.
Dark magic? Summoning spells?
Du Fan, hiding behind a tree, broke into cold sweat. He now understood the power of this forbidden magic master—seemingly proficient in every type of magic, making it impossible to predict his next move in battle!
Judging from the appearance of these necromancers, they must have been knights of level five or higher in life. If a fight really broke out, dealing with just one of them would already be tough. But based on Du Fan’s understanding of Master Ampere, things were definitely not that simple!
Sure enough, after one necromancer appeared, it wasn’t over yet. With more roars, eleven more necromancers leaped out of the spatial rift!
Then, Ampere in the sky sneered a few times and recited a few more spells!
This time, dozens of bone-covered hands suddenly emerged from the soil. Quickly, dozens of skeleton soldiers crawled out as those hands moved.
These skeleton soldiers wore heavy armor, their weapons gleaming brightly, and thick black mist wrapped around them. Clearly, they weren’t mere minions summoned casually—these soldiers must also be formidable figures in their own right.

These necro knights and skeleton soldiers, gathered together, already formed a small army. Ampere didn’t need to give much command—necromantic creatures were naturally highly sensitive to the presence of living beings. In just a short while, they had surrounded Du Fan’s hiding place!

Ampere floated in the air, sneering repeatedly, “Little Du Fan, this time I really want to see where you’ll run!”

Du Fan sighed and stepped out from behind the tree, casually casting a holy light spell. Instantly, those necro knights and skeleton soldiers acted as if they had encountered their natural enemies, letting out terrifying roars, yet they instinctively stepped back a few steps!

After doing all this, Du Fan looked up at Ampere in the sky and said calmly, “Master Ampere, you really think these undead creatures can do anything to me? Perhaps you’ve forgotten that besides being a magician, I’m also a White Robe Priest! Your undead creatures are of little use against the holy light magic of our Sacred Church!”

Ampere sneered, “So what if that’s the case? Even though you’re a White Robe Priest and know a few holy light spells, what can you actually do? My undead creatures were summoned from another realm—I can have as many as I want… Can you kill them all?”

Du Fan nodded. “If you put it that way, I indeed can’t kill them all. But… do you really think I have no way of dealing with you? Old monster! You underestimate me too much!”

At that point, Du Fan looked up at the sky and murmured, “This place isn’t far from where I was attacked just now, is it?”

Ampere sneered, “What? Do you want to join those servants? Don’t worry… I’ll definitely make your wish come true! Little Du Fan, obediently surrender your soul! You won’t feel any pain!”

Du Fan sighed and said calmly, “To demand a White Robe Priest surrender his soul! Old monster, you’re truly blasphemous!”

“So what if it’s blasphemous?” Ampere grinned viciously. “In your eyes, haven’t I always been a rebel and heretic? Over the years, I’ve killed hundreds, if not thousands, of your priests. Each of them thought they were the voice of the Light God—can they really do anything to me? I’ve also had countless of your nuns… Tsk tsk… Nuns are fun to play with. Other than praying, they only know how to scream, claiming that the Light God will punish me. But after all these years—has anyone punished me? Anyone?! Hahaha… It’s simply ridiculous!”

With that, Ampere pointed the Sacred Radiance Staff at Du Fan, his face twisted in fury as he shouted, “Then, Du Fan, die!” The necro knights and skeleton soldiers surrounding Du Fan seemed to have been waiting for this moment; at Ampere’s command, they all rushed at him! A mocking look appeared in Du Fan’s eyes as he said calmly, “What a pity. If it were other summoned creatures, I might be afraid, but death creatures? Hmph!” At that, Du Fan tapped his storage ring, and a long sword flew out—just an ordinary sword, nothing special about it! Ampere, still in mid-air, was momentarily stunned before sneering, “It’s just the most ordinary sword! You don’t think this can deal with my death creatures, do you?” Du Fan’s smile remained unchanged as he said, “Forbidden Magic Master, you’re really overestimating yourself… My sword might not be able to deal with your death creatures, but what about my combat energy? Don’t forget! I’m from the Holy Church!” The sword instantly became brilliantly bright, and a wave of sacred combat energy surged from Du Fan. Then, the sword emitted a buzzing sound, and its blade grew several feet longer! Ampere’s eyes widened as he looked again—yes, it was light combat energy! Pure light combat energy! Although he had known Du Fan possessed combat energy before, given the mental strength of a magician, he had assumed it would be wind-type combat energy. But now there was also light combat energy! Damn it! Who on this continent could master two types of combat energy at the same time?! Damn! This is unbelievable! The ordinary sword in Du Fan’s hand continued to glow with combat energy. The necro knights and skeleton soldiers around him seemed to sense this sacred energy and stopped in their tracks, then became restless. Holding the sword, Du Fan swung it left and right, laughing loudly, “Old monster! See? You still can’t do anything to me!” With another swing, a giant cross appeared in mid-air—nothing short of a perfect Holy Light Cross Slash! The explosive combat energy swept out like a fierce wind, carrying a sacred aura! Almost like a small army of death creatures, they were instantly reduced to ashes under this wave of light combat energy! This was complete dominance in terms of attributes—death creatures posed no threat at all in the face of light energy!

“A ding!” A crisp sound!
The long sword in Du Fan’s hand could no longer withstand his fierce combat energy and gradually turned into powder, leaving only the hilt in his grasp. Du Fan casually snapped his fingers, threw the hilt to the ground, and said indifferently, “Well then… what more can you do to me now? Lord Ampere… remember, just because there are more people doesn’t mean they can bully those who are fewer!”
Ampere stared at Du Fan on the ground, his face growing increasingly pale! But after just a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, “Good! You know radiant combat energy! Very good! But Du Fan, don’t think I only know these tricks! The game ahead will be even more interesting!”
Du Fan smiled darkly, “Respected Lord Ampere, then how much time do you think you have left to play? An interesting game? I’m afraid you won’t be able to play it for long. The longer time passes, the safer I’ll be! Don’t worry, even if Prince Fischer dies, as long as I keep dragging you along, no one else can hold me accountable… After all, I, Du Fan, faced you alone for Prince Fischer’s safety… you, the forbidden magic master, Master Ampere!”
Ampere’s expression twisted into something extremely ugly. Finally, he slowly descended from midair. When he reached the ground, his gloomy gaze pierced Du Fan, and suddenly he laughed harshly, “Very good! Very good! Even that old fool Edward couldn’t force me to this point, but you can… Little Du Fan, even if you die, you’ll feel honored. A mere fifth-level magician like you could force me, Ampere, to this situation… Even in death, you should die without regret! See… this is an ultimate magic that even Edward wasn’t worthy of witnessing! You, Lord Du Fan… what great honor!”
As he spoke, the Holy Radiance Staff in Ampere’s hand emitted a streak of multicolored light, but it quickly turned black and white. An immense pressure radiated from Ampere, spreading outward like a shockwave centered on him. Then, a black magic circle appeared in midair centered on Ampere and began spinning rapidly…
Streams of black smoke emerged from the magic circle, carrying an extremely intense aura of death…
Du Fan sighed, touched his nose, and couldn’t help muttering, “This time… this time the trouble is really big!”