Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 341 Amber Coffin
The old mummy opened its mouth and suddenly spewed out a yellowish-green miasma that quickly filled the secret chamber. Even just a wisp of this gas made people feel nauseous, and everyone quickly covered their mouths and noses, looking at the sorcerer.

Faras had no choice but to dispel the spell in his hand and take out a scroll to unfold.

"Air purification".

Even wind magic doesn't work in the secret room, but luckily we had prepared this scroll beforehand, and it's coming in handy now.

In just a short while, the old mummy had disappeared from sight, having entered a state of invisibility under the cover of the poisonous cloud.

"Surround me."

Faras gave the order and hurriedly took out a magic lantern, intending to break the invisibility.

However, the dog-headed creature reacted even faster, shooting out a ring of white light that blocked the enemy rushing towards the mage, and then charging forward with its shield raised.

Neville, demonstrating his qualities as one of the Nine Guards of Neverwinter, decisively stood in front of Faras to confront the attacking enemy head-on.

Returning empty-handed, the old corpse's sneak attack was first intercepted by Neville, and then Doghead's charge sent him flying like a rag doll.

The old mummy, who had just gotten up, was greeted by the dog-headed man's large foot wearing an iron boot.

Deceiving too much!

Having had enough, the old mummy rolled away, then stood up again and suddenly spread its arms, a sinister glow sweeping across it.

Evil Light Strike!
The chaotic magic struck again, and the remaining soldiers were all immobilized and rendered unconscious. Even Neville knelt on one knee, panting and struggling to resist.

Ignoring the longsword slashing down from the mastiff-headed divine messenger, the old mummified corpse charged madly towards the group of mortals. Its withered body began to swell, and bulges scurried like little mice under its dry skin.

As the enemy was about to close in, the only one who was still conscious, Faras, looked solemn, but he continued to chant the spell steadily with focused concentration. Neville struggled to get up, trying to guard the last line of defense for the mage.

Actually, I'm much tougher than you," Faras thought to himself, but he had to maintain his spellcasting and didn't have the strength to stop the Nine Guardians of Neverwinter from persisting.

"No, you damned demon, what do you think you're doing, you madman, stop right now."

“Useless worm, shut up! I’ve had enough of your worthless rags. That’s all you have to offer.”

Just then, the old mummy's ferocious momentum came to an abrupt halt without any external force stopping it. Its previously crouching and charging forward staggered a few times and then collapsed to the ground, sliding right up to Neville's knees.

It doesn't look like it's about to fight, but rather like a bratty kid who suddenly jumps out to offer New Year's greetings, bows deeply, and asks for a red envelope.

All that's missing is a simple "Happy New Year, brother and sister-in-law!"

Neville, who was originally prepared to fight to the death, was dumbfounded by this scene. What was going on?
After calming himself down, Jazz mustered his remaining strength to swing his sword forward. The big, muscular man with the same head also raised his broadsword without hesitation, its blade gleaming.

"Destroy evil!"

The power of benevolence overflowed with sharpness; with this strike, the old mummy might die again.

"Stop! Don't kill this guy yet."

The mage stopped the man and dog from their actions. They looked over, somewhat puzzled, and saw that Faras had a solemn expression on his face. In his left hand, a ball of amber fluid spun and twisted, emitting a bright yellow light.

His right hand rapidly traced various spell-casting gestures, and as the incantation fell from his mouth, a beam of spiritual light shot onto the old, desiccated corpse that was clutching its head and having an epileptic seizure.

"Roar~~~" The silent howl reached everyone's hearts, and they perceived the anger contained within it with their minds rather than their ears.

The old mummy struggled and trembled more and more violently, but the bulges on its body gradually subsided.

"Get out, you damned scum of the abyss."

“Foolish barbarian, you dare to defy the great Tukramons, you will regret it.”

Immediately, a shadow, a black shadow mixed with dark red like furnace slag, swayed and twisted, a demonic shadow emerging from behind the old mummy's head.

No, this is a demon.

"Sniff, that familiar stench... It's a filthy Soul-Slaying Demon."

The dog sniffed, its big, bright eyes narrowing, clearly somewhat surprised.

Just as the shadowy figure had coalesced into a relatively stable form and was about to break free from the mummified corpse's body, with its lower half still inside the body, it was suddenly struck by a burst of red light.

It turned out to be Faras, who cast another spell almost without stopping, as if he had expected it and was just waiting for this moment.

The shadowy figure was pushed back down as soon as it appeared, and the old mummy, which had been quiet, started to go crazy again. If Master Zhang saw this scene, he would definitely exclaim that it looked familiar and then drag Talinda over for a proper look.

They call it: a live replay!
Just as the shadowy figure was completely forced into the decaying remains, Faras decisively threw out the honey-colored fluid from his left hand.

The moment this honey-like clump stuck to the struggling old mummy, it grew almost instantly, forming a large mass that flowed and spread, completely enveloping the creature.

A moment later, the old mummy, like a mosquito trapped in amber, froze in the previous instant, as if it were eternal.

This is indeed amber, from the Seven Rings Spell System—Amber Coffin.

It's a pity that Mr. Zhang wasn't there; otherwise, he would have been full of praise and admiration. Mr. Guo was right; the amber giraffe in Mr. Qian's house is indeed true.

This spell creates a large amount of special resin gel, sealing the target firmly inside. Although it's described as a non-lethal control spell...

The spell's duration is calculated in days. How many creatures, besides the undead, could withstand going without food, water, or even breathing for several days?

Of course, this spell also has its drawbacks. For example, it is easy for someone to break free during the amber formation stage, and it is almost ineffective against creatures without a physical form.

Normally, when the old mummy was conscious, it wouldn't have been so easy to control this spell, and the shadow itself was not afraid of the amber seal.

Unfortunately, the old mummy caused a commotion, and the two spells that Faras had prepared were also highly effective against it.

Parasitic weakening;

Parasitic Seal.

These two protective spells are of the same lineage and are both designed to target those unscrupulous tenants who reside in other people's bodies without any physical form, commonly known as "possessed by ghosts," including but not limited to: projections existing in lower planes, undead without physical form, astral creatures, and so on.

The former suppresses and weakens the parasitic spirit, while the latter traps it inside the host's body. The two work together, which is like first cutting off your water and electricity, then throwing excrement at your door, and then locking the door from the outside, leaving you huddled inside, hungry and cold, only able to satisfy your hunger by smelling the fragrance of excrement wafting from the door. It is truly vicious.

As a result, the huge ghoul was frozen inside and unable to move, allowing the people outside the amber to comment on it.

(End of this chapter)