Another World: The Failed Magician

Fear appeared on Longxi's aged face.

Why is it here?!

Lu Ping also noticed the armored man.

Aside from a very strange and twisted sense of terror emanating from it, Lu Ping couldn't sense anything else. Forget about its strength, Lu Ping couldn't even sense any life force emanating from it.

If you can't sense any life, then it must be a spirit of the dead.

But what kind of undead is this?

Lu Ping devoted almost his entire life to magic, including necromancy.

Even so, he still didn't know what that armored man was.

A Martial King was so easily destroyed. Is this really something the undead could do?

"Do you even know what this is? How could you possibly bring it out?!"

The elder's voice trembled slightly.

Lu Ping turned his head back.

He actually saw a look of terror on Elder Longxi's face.

This……

Lu Ping's aged face remained completely expressionless.

But my heart was also full of doubts.

While he was wary of the Grand Elder.

He glanced at Lu Xuan, who was standing in mid-air with his eyes closed, out of the corner of his eye.

What exactly is Karl's trump card? What is this thing they summoned that even Longxi fears?

But his vigilance seemed superfluous; after that thing appeared, Longxi suddenly lost his will to fight.

He was completely engulfed in terrifying memories.

A memory slowly surfaced from the depths of his mind.

During the early days of the Ancestral Dragon Empire, a genius magician, almost monstrous, emerged.

But unfortunately, he is a human.

So soon after he became famous, the Dragon Clan approached him.

I hope he can become a mixed-race person.

But he didn't think much of it at all.

As was customary, the dragons also placed a curse on him, so that if he had no hope of breaking through, he would naturally submit to the dragons.

But things took an unexpected turn.

Unable to break the curse, this genius did not submit to the dragon race; instead, he found another path.

He devoted himself to studying necromancy.

Finally, he found a path that no one had ever walked before, and transformed himself into an undead. He not only successfully broke the curse, but also became a terrifying being.

Even he himself did not expect that after becoming an undead, he would lose consciousness and become a machine that only knew how to kill.

Wherever they went, there was death and destruction.

Finally, the Ancestral Dragon Empire only managed to completely eliminate it after suffering significant damage.

Rumor has it that even the First Emperor of the Han Dynasty eventually intervened.

At that time, Longxi was just a young boy.

But the scene of the final battle remained vivid in his mind.

On the vast land, there are almost endless spirits of the dead.

Even being in the strongest army of the Ancestral Dragon Empire couldn't give him any sense of security.

The battle raged from morning until evening.

But he could only sense that the number of the dead was increasing.

Countless archmages and warriors were devoured by the undead.

An undead clad in armor sat high on a throne made of piled-up bones from beginning to end.

He coldly surveyed everything before him.

Longxi clearly remembers glancing at it back then.

That is the fear that comes from the depths of the soul.

If he weren't so weak, like an ant, the other party wouldn't care about him at all.

He knew he wouldn't survive.

Even the First Emperor had to intervene in the end.

In the end, it was only through the combined efforts of Zu Long, the Martial Saint, and the Magic Saint that it was finally defeated.

And that genius's name thus became a taboo.

However, Zulong also suffered severe injuries at this time.

This made the Ancestral Dragon Empire, which had already been severely damaged in the war with the Demon Clan, even more precarious.

It was at this time that Rogge seized the opportunity and, through his and everyone's continuous efforts, finally overthrew the Ancestral Dragon Empire.

From then on, this memory remained like a nail, buried deep in Longxi's mind.

But what he never expected was...

One day, he actually saw this terrifying thing again.

He was all too familiar with that oppressive atmosphere.

The armored man suddenly reached his right hand into the black door.

He slowly pulled out a jet-black sword.

Others who merely glanced at the sword felt as if they had fallen into an abyss.

They quickly averted their gaze.

They could feel that if they looked at it for even a second longer, their very souls would be sucked away.

The armored man gripped the sword with both hands.

Then, he forcefully shoved it into the ground.

Suddenly, wails began to echo in everyone's ears.

Many people couldn't help but cover their ears.

But this still couldn't stop the increasingly loud wails.

As the wails grew louder, the ground slowly began to turn black.

In the span of a single breath, the ground, which had been normal, turned completely black.

Just then, the two guardians secretly approached the armored man from behind.

They raised their weapons and struck it on the head.

The growing sense of crisis told them they couldn't just sit idly by and wait for their doom.

Just as the weapon was about to touch the armored man.

"Hahaha!"

The familiar laughter rang out again.

A flash of light blocked their attacks.

The familiar headless horseman reappeared in front of them.

The armored man pulled the sword from the ground and swung it forcefully.

A flash of black light appeared, and two heads flew into the air.

The two guardians instantly turned into headless corpses.

how so!

Before anyone could even react in surprise.

Even the dark earth began to stir.

One by one, cold arms emerged from the pitch-black earth.

Countless spirits crawled out.

From the low-level undead that started out like zombies, to the abominations, then to liches one after another, and finally, the most feared ghostly iron cavalry crawled out of the dark earth.

The vast secret realm was instantly filled with undead.

despair.

A deep sense of despair.

Faced with the overwhelming tide of the dead, all that remained was despair.

"thump!"

One person suddenly collapsed and knelt on the ground.

Bang!

One of the men's weapons fell from his hand and landed on the ground.

Then the clanging sounds continued incessantly.

The distraught crowd threw away their weapons.

He ran towards the back of himself.

The 500-person team instantly descended into chaos.

Many people fell to the ground due to the chaos.

"Ahhh!"

A person who had fallen was grabbed by the heel by a zombie-like undead.

He screamed and quickly kicked it away.

Then a long spear pierced his skull.

The undead army surged forward, slowly engulfing the chaotic crowd.

Longxi stood there blankly, his eyes glazed over, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

At that moment, Yunxi rushed over with the injured protector.

"Brother, what should we do now?"

Although Longxi usually doesn't let her call him "brother".

But at that moment, she couldn't care less about anything else.

"It's over! Everything is over!"

Longxi collapsed to her knees, clutching her head in despair.