A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

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"That's about it. That's it…"

With a creak, the wooden door of the small house was pushed open. Angel Rose, who was wrapped tightly in her robe, walked out panting.

She seemed to have gone through an intense exercise. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her eyes were covered in a layer of mist. As an Astral Projection, her hair was tightly stuck to her forehead, and many parts of her robe were wet.

It was different from the situation when she first entered.

When Rose came out, there was a black collar around her neck.

Her expression was twisted in pain. When she walked out of the house, her head was constantly lowered, as if she was deeply blaming herself.

Matthew followed her out.

His face was filled with delight and satisfaction.

Rose's mouth was still quite tough. In order to make her speak obediently, Matthew had to use a little scheme.

He wasn't very proficient in punishment.

But necromancers, even if they didn't deliberately study it, they had learned some methods of torturing people under the influence of others.

For example, the collar on Rose's neck was made of cold iron from the negative energy plane. It contained natural blasphemy power and could effectively restrain the power of Astral Projection.

After putting on the collar.

Rose turned from an angel into a normal person. She could not even maintain the two wings on her back.

Her will to resist naturally collapsed.

After that, Matthew played a little trick.

Rose completely surrendered and told Matthew everything she knew.

After listening to Rose's confession.

Matthew was also a little surprised.

He didn't expect that the so-called Dragon God Society would actually be a shaky, grassy organization.

The Pentashade Dragon God Baruch was extremely weak.

According to Rose.

Perhaps within a few months, Baruch's power, authority, and resources would be divided up by the others!

However, he thought about it carefully.

Rose's words were highly credible!

The Heavenly Palace wasn't a united whole. Two of the three giants had been killed, and the remaining situation was naturally chaotic.

Baruch had been in trouble for quite some time now.

This period of time was enough for the other people in Heavenly Palace to hit him when he was down.

"I knew it was strange. Baruch actually took the initiative to jump out at this time and carry the banner of the Rebellion Alliance…

"So he was forced by someone to become the scapegoat!"

Matthew, who knew the truth, could not help but think.

"If Rose isn't lying to me, then Baruch's current situation can be said to be precarious. Other than the angels and his most loyal fanatics, he has almost nothing!"

Matthew was very clear.

The astral plane was an unusually cruel place. A Dragon God that had lost its power was no longer a Dragon God in the eyes of others. Instead, it was a delicious meal!

As for his action of destroying Brutal Dragon Town.

It might become the final straw that would crush Baruch.

Once Baruch died.

The Dragon God Society would definitely be in chaos.

Although the intention of targeting him might not change, the short-term turmoil would also make those who wanted to receive the bounty hesitate.

After all, Matthew had also displayed his powerful and ruthless strength.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Everyone who wanted to receive the bounty from the Dragon God Society to kill Matthew had to consider whether they had a stronger assassination ability than Evil Art Master Lance.

Once the assassination failed, would they be able to withstand the Undead Calamity under the command of the Necromancer?

When these practical problems were placed in front of them.

Those creatures that were good at avoiding harm would probably find their own way out.

After all.

Although they had become enemies with the Alliance, they could choose to hide and not rush to fight. That would be courting death!

" It seems that after taking down Brutal Dragon Town, I've accomplished at least half of my goal.

"This is indeed a good tactic!"

Matthew ordered Soldier to look after Rose.

He rode on the Flaming Nightmare and strolled around Brutal Dragon Town.

In the area covered by the Death Curtain.

The negative energy aura was so dense that it made one feel happy.

Everywhere Matthew looked.

Corpses were crawling up from the ground and joining Matthew's team.

His team was constantly growing.

And it was like a snowball.

The rate at which the team grew was also becoming more and more exaggerated!

This feeling was intoxicating.

Along with this process, Matthew could also feel wisps of negative energy and mana pouring into his body.

This power was strengthening his body, making him more suitable for the environment of the Undead Calamity and making him stronger.

This was the feedback from the Undead Calamity.

It was also the recognition of Matthew in this ritual field.

Matthew was neither sad nor happy about this.

He knew very well that the Undead Calamity was actually a very terrifying, mobile ritual ground that could even give birth to its own consciousness!

The Death Curtain could easily contain tens of thousands of undead.

This number was far beyond the control of a normal necromancer.

In fact.

Matthew didn't even need to pay extra attention to maintain such a large team.

This was because the Death Canopy itself had to bear this part of the focus requirement.

In other words.

Matthew was not the true master of this undead army.

The Death Curtain was.

He was more like an initial engine. As long as he was responsible for ignition and maintenance, this war machine from the negative energy plane would continue to advance.

Until all living beings were destroyed!