All of France: The ancient king's dream, inheriting the curse of the abyss.

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In less than two minutes, more than a dozen slave-level corpses were reduced to a pile of mangled limbs and fell silent.

"Don't eat yet, it's not over yet."

Logo stopped the two undead from their instinct to devour the remnants of the corpses. He slowly walked to the pile of remains, a strange gray glint flashing in his eyes.

"Magic Vine - Growth!"

Logo lightly pressed his right hand against the ground.

Instead of vibrant green vines, a dozen or so gray-black roots, pulsating like blood vessels, burst out of the soil!

These mutated demonic vines seemed to possess a spirit, precisely piercing into the remains of each decaying corpse.

goo-dong... goo-dong...

A chilling sucking sound rang out.

The already shriveled corpses shrank even further before the naked eye, eventually turning into a pile of lifeless grayish-white powder. Meanwhile, the dark gray demonic vines grew even thicker, their surfaces even shimmering with an eerie, blood-red glow.

A massive and chaotic surge of energy flowed into Logo's body along the demonic vine.

"Is this what it feels like to devour?"

Logo closed his eyes. Within his mental world, the gray-black plant-based stardust greedily withheld half of its energy to strengthen itself. Originally, there were only seven stardust particles, but under the nourishment of this energy, their light grew even deeper.

The remaining half of the energy was skillfully channeled by Logo into the Necromancer Nebula.

If the skeletal wolves were to directly devour the corpses, the resulting energy would be extremely impure and inefficient. However, after being filtered and purified by the Logor Necrosphere, this energy underwent a qualitative change!

It becomes pure and refined, eliminating all impurities and leaving only the purest essence of death.

"then."

Logo waved his hand again, and two pure beams of light shot out from his fingertips, entering the bodies of the Bone Demon Wolf and the Netherworld Corpse Tiger respectively.

"Awooo—!!!"

"roar--!!!"

Both undead creatures simultaneously roared to the sky, their voices filled with extreme pleasure.

Their auras visibly intensified; the skeletons of the Bone Demon Wolf became even more crystalline, and the armor of the Netherworld Corpse Tiger grew thicker. This energy, purified by its master, was an unparalleled tonic for them, far more effective than if they had devoured a hundred rotting corpses!

Logo watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction.

His two magic systems worked in perfect harmony, one absorbing and distributing energy, the other refining it and then supplying it out. Like a production line, they produced a stable output.

Without stopping, Logo continued his attack.

Just as Logo was about to move to another location to continue hunting, a series of chaotic magical explosions and panicked shouts suddenly came from afar.

"Kuangyou! Give me Kuangyou! We can't hold them off!"

"Damn it, how come there are so many rotting corpses? My mana is almost depleted!"

"Ah! Help! My leg has been grabbed!"

Logo frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

Near a ruined wall, a five-man mage squad was surrounded by a dozen rotting corpses and several skeleton soldiers.

Judging from their school badges, they should be students from the ancient capital academy, probably second- or third-year students. However, this team's composition was clearly problematic; their offensive capabilities were insufficient, and their defense was riddled with weaknesses. Faced with such a large number of undead swarming them, they appeared flustered and on the verge of collapse.

One of the female water-elemental mages had been grabbed by the ankle by a rotting corpse and was screaming in despair, about to be dragged into the horde of zombies.

"Seriously... there are newbies like this everywhere."

Logo sighed. Although he didn't like meddling in other people's business, since they were upperclassmen from the same school, he couldn't just stand by and watch them become the midnight snack of the dead.

"go."

Logo had a sudden thought.

In the center of the battlefield, the water mage whose neck was about to be bitten off had closed her eyes and was waiting to die.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not come.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

A series of sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out.

The female mage opened her eyes with trembling hands, only to see that the rotting corpse that had been grabbing her had its head pierced by a thick, gray-black vine, hanging in mid-air like a skewer of candied hawthorns, its body rapidly shriveling.

Immediately afterwards, the ground shook violently.

Countless dark vines, like a swarm of wildly dancing tentacles, surged onto the battlefield from all directions. They were precise and deadly, each vine locking onto a single undead, binding, piercing, and devouring it!

The horde of corpses that had been so ferocious just moments before had instantly transformed into a withered forest of specimens.

Ordinary plant-based systems couldn't accomplish such a feat, but Logo's plant-based systems are different; the corrupted plant-based systems are incredibly lethal to undead.

"roar--!"

The Bone Wolf followed closely behind, charging into the enemy ranks like a white heavy tank, smashing several stray skeleton soldiers to pieces.

The battle ended in less than half a minute.

The five students from the ancient capital academy stood there dumbfounded, still clutching their unreleased spells, their minds blank as they stared at the scene before them, which resembled a painting of hell.

"Are you alright?"

A clear, cold voice broke the deathly silence.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man in a black windbreaker slowly emerge from the shadows. He had a handsome face and a calm expression, as if he had just stepped on a group of ants. The ferocious white bone wolf beside him followed obediently, which further accentuated his aura of unapproachability.

"You...you are..."

The water mage who had been rescued covered her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise. "You're that... necromancer freshman? Logo?!"

The Necromancers are quite special in this ancient capital academy; once someone arrives, the entire school will quickly know that such a person exists.

"it's me."

Logo nodded, not lingering, but simply reminded him, "This area has been rather unsettled lately; the zombies are more active. Your teamwork isn't good enough, so you should head back to the city as soon as possible."

After saying that, he skillfully collected the remnants of the soul from the battlefield, and with the White Bone Demon Wolf, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a dashing silhouette.

The students didn't come to their senses until Logo had completely disappeared.

"Holy crap? Was that a freshman?" The fire mage in the group swallowed hard, looking at the desiccated corpses all over the ground, feeling a chill run down his spine. "That strength is even stronger than our seniors, right? There were more than a dozen rotting corpses, and he wiped them out in an instant?"

"What freshman? He hasn't even taken the college entrance exam yet! He's a specially recruited auditor!" Another wind mage corrected, his tone full of bitterness. "I originally thought it was a bit outrageous for the school to give such high treatment to a high school student, but now it seems... I'm the clown."

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