Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 30 Preparing for Another Sacrifice
Psionic Drain, also known as Drain Technique, is not considered a high-level skill. Along with Glimmer, Fireball, and Ice Arrow, it is known as one of the four basic skills for beginners in magic-based classes.

These skills represent the most basic roles that a magic-based class can play in an adventurer's party: lighting, starting fires, making ice (which can be turned into drinking water), and the ability to "divide and conquer" magical skills to achieve a weakened use of psionic energy.

Its core effect is to weaken the originally powerful spell that was delivered in one go into a regular spell that can be used in parts.

For example, an advanced apprentice who could only summon a skeleton army once a month, summoning fourteen skeletons each time, could, after learning Psionic Drain, adjust their summoning schedule to once a week, summoning three skeletons each time.

That's roughly the idea.

Although this diversion results in a certain reduction in the overall spell effect, its significantly increased flexibility has made it an essential basic skill for magic-based classes.

The higher one's proficiency in the Psionic Drain skill, the more frequently one can drain energy, and the less energy is lost during the draining process. For Chen Mo's special case, Psionic Drain is nothing short of a divine skill.

Therefore, he must find a mage tower to complete his basic studies in the "magic kindergarten" stage!

There was a reason why the old mercenary Luke had recommended three mage towers to him before. These three mage towers were all located on the west bank of the North Slope River, near Qingze City, in the traditional Qiyue language area.

At its peak, the Qiyue Dynasty's territory once spanned the Dark Forest, and 70 percent of the Xiyue Federation's territory belonged to the Qiyue Dynasty. As the name suggests, Qiyue and Xiyue are almost of the same lineage.

Later, due to internal strife and war in Xiyue's own dynasty, it lost all its territories in the southern continent. More than a dozen tribes also split off on the ground of Xiyue. It was not until more than two hundred years ago that they were able to come together into a loose federation by chance.

The area west of the Beilu River is home to a large number of Qiyue descendants, so like the Mirror Lake Kingdom and Emerald Duchy opposite the Dark Forest, they all use Qiyue language, which is the language that Chen Mo has barely mastered so far.

If I go to another mage tower, who knows what language they speak? I'll have to learn the language again and pass the CET-4 and CET-6 exams, which would be too painful.

Besides, crossing the river doesn't guarantee acceptance.

Since things had come to this, after much thought, Chen Mo decided to forget about it and focus on getting his health back in top form.

The mental trauma caused by the last bloodline sacrifice has almost healed. I feel that in another two or three days, I can carry out the next bloodline sacrifice. So I'll put the mage tower aside for now and write a letter home to report on my recent situation.

During this period, I wonder if the elders in the family have been tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.

It took Chen Mo almost two days to adjust his physical and mental state while taking the two little ones to a nearby market town and purchasing a wide variety of items, following some novel and unusual methods.

The fangs of the Hyena, the ore from Changkong Mountain; the buds of the Snow Kiss Flower, the leaves of the Sword-Leaving Tree;

Moss from Moonlight Forest, specimens of big-headed insects; the tail of the Swift Fox, the giant root of the Wild Grass;

There were also some local handicrafts, specialty snacks, metal scraps, and unidentified materials...

The contents were packed into two large bags, but because they were so small and scattered, the total weight was less than five kilograms, which was enough to fit the altar and make it easy to send away.

At the very top of the package was a portion of the Demon Tree Heart harvested from the Dark Demon Tree, along with the pill given to him by Princess Liushuang.

Although judging from Captain Peiwen's expression, this should be a pretty good life-saving item, it's the second time it's been summoned, and they haven't sent anything decent home yet. Chen Mo felt it was really embarrassing.

A child who is away from home decides to send his most valuable possessions back to his mother, pretending that he is doing well out there!

The location chosen for the summoning was an inn in town that was said to have a powerful background.

After booking a corner room and the adjacent room for the two children, paying the deposit and collecting enough food, Chen Mo gave the serious instructions:

“I will be going into seclusion for a period of time, which may be one or two days, or it may be three, five, seven or nine days. During this period, you will take turns on duty 24 hours a day, and you will receive triple the commission.”

"Remember, no one is allowed to enter my room until I come out." Little Josh and Little John nodded vigorously.

Mercenaries who roam the streets, even if they are not mature in character, are by no means ignorant.

Mercenaries who are truly ignorant will soon be eliminated by the cruel laws of nature.

The fact that this single, aspiring necromancer had killed several mercenaries, including rank-up swordsmen and archers, was so shocking that the old folks at the Hedgehog Tavern in Whitestone City had already inquired about it thoroughly.

Chen Mo's solo battle against the Mountain Vine Squad was no secret. Even though the coachman was terrified at the time, it became a great bragging point back in town.

Although I didn't see the process, I personally cleaned up the scene afterward.

The driver, spitting as he spoke, declared confidently, "Four men couldn't find a single piece of good meat! It's bloody, far too bloody!"

As a result, the rumors circulating in the streets became increasingly outrageous. The skeleton that Chen Mo brought was definitely not an ordinary skeleton. It was either the legendary golden skeleton from ancient times or a bloodthirsty, deep blue, level seven skeleton.

Josh didn't believe it at all; he'd even tripped up Little White once.

After spending so many days together, Josie became more and more convinced that "Little White" was just an ordinary skeleton spearman with a large part of his spear broken.

What's truly terrifying is that calm, always smiling young man.

Before the two children left home, the family repeatedly warned them not to offend this man whose status was unknown, but who was certainly not lowly.

Hearing Chen Mo's solemn arrangement, the two of them became extremely alert, fully armed, and took turns guarding the gate, one on day shift and the other on night shift. This guarding lasted for four days and three nights.

The summoning of necromancers is not subject to time restrictions; there are rituals for urgent summoning and rituals for leisurely summoning.

Summoning the undead requires the approval of the underworld lord, so the final time when the summoned creature emerges from the altar depends on the lord's current state.

For example, does the lord have enough customer service personnel, and are they currently busy? Are the lord's warriors busy, and can they free up spare units? What is the lord's mood at this moment, and is he satisfied with your offerings? ...and so on!
Even worse, there are occasional instances where, while you are summoning, the lord you are offering sacrifices to is being thoroughly defeated by the enemy, and you receive the offerings but receive no feedback.

Therefore, the legal community of the Starry Continent unanimously agrees that necromancy is not a battlefield skill, but a daily skill.

It's perfectly reasonable to call the academic world of magicians the legal world.

These problems are no longer problems for Chen Mo.

The history of Dongxia is long enough, but from any perspective, Chen Mo is the first person in recorded history to send a transmission beacon from another world back to the Xia Kingdom.

Unprecedented, and unparalleled in history!
This alone is enough to make the Eastern Xia government greet each of his bloodline sacrifices with the highest standards and the most serious attitude.

The crucial transmission beacon was placed in a large conference room in the Lin Hua Hall of Chang Le Palace, which had been converted into a top-secret warehouse. The surrounding space was completely designated as an isolation zone, heavily guarded.

Even the office of Cangming, the chief leader, was requisitioned, and the central leader himself unceremoniously kicked him out.

The instant the altar beacon glowed white again and began to tremble slightly, countless high-precision monitoring devices behind the thick explosion-proof glass wall, including but not limited to cameras, spectrometers, special imagers, energy detectors, and so on, almost simultaneously detected the anomaly.

A deep alarm sounded on the communication channel.

(End of this chapter)