Lord of the Magical Beasts

Margaret’s face became covered with tears as she looked at the few hundred lifelike ice sculptures that were her tribesmen, and remembered the teachings of her tribe that had been passed down for thousands of years.

In order to protect Dark Sand Island, she had chosen to become a notorious red-haired pirate; For the dream of the tribe that had been passed down for thousands of years, she had suffered from pressure from various sides alone, silently waiting for a miracle to happen!

Over the years, thinking about her mission that did not seem possible, she had contemplated suicide multiple times. Everything would be over if she just jumped into the ocean!

However, the miracle finally happened after the mysterious man Yang Ling arrived!

Looking at her lifelike tribesmen, touching the ice-cold sculptures, recalling the instructions the elder had given her before he passed, she teared up in agitation.

“Sir, please help me, help our Vandal Tribe!” After walking around the many ice sculptures, the female leader Margaret groveled deeply before Yang Ling, “As long as you can revive our tribespeople, the Vandal Tribe would forever follow you. I am willing to pay any price!”

“Margaret, it’s not that I am unwilling to help, but these blocks of ice are too hard!” Extending his hand to help Margaret up, but seeing that she insisted on kneeling down, Yang Ling shook his hand.

Having trained to reach the level of mid-level Divine Wizard, Yang Ling had the ability to summon the souls of these people. However, he had to first melt the sturdy blocks of ice outside their bodies. Unfortunately, according to the memories of Little Ice the rat, other than the rare Heavenly Fire, there was not much else that could melt these blocks of ice. The Corpse Wizard King did not have a way, nor the purple rat Little Ice.

Just like a lethal poison, if even the administrator of the poison did not have the antidote, how would it be easy for an ordinary person to nullify the poison!

Seeing that both Yang Ling and the Corpse Wizard King were out of ideas, Margaret became dejected. She had finally arrived at the deepest parts of the mind after pining for so long; She did not expect that there was no way for her to melt the sturdy blocks of ice around the bodies of her tribesmen and revive them even though they were just in front of her eyes.

After clenching her teeth, she used both her blades and sliced it fiercely onto an ice sculpture. In the end, her hands turned numb from the impact, but the attack did not leave even a trace on the sturdy blocks of ice!

After unleashing an unjust barrage of slashes, she became thoroughly disappointed when she saw the completely undamaged ice sculptures. The lifelike statues of her tribespeople were just standing before her, but they seemed so distant, as if they were in another plane of existence.

Since the Wizard Core could convert energy from another dimension into Wizard Power, could he try absorbing the ice element energy of the statues to slowly melt the so-called Millennium Dark Ice?

Looking at the dejected Margaret, touching the ice-cold, incredibly sturdy ice sculptures, Yang Ling came up with an idea. After deliberating for a moment, he instructed the Corpse Wizard King to protect him, then sat by an ice sculpture and put his hands forward, pressing tightly on the freezing sculpture.

After silently reciting the Wizard Mantra, the Wizard Core pushed forth a massive Wizard Power. The power flowed out through his left hand, then entered his right hand after making its way around the ice sculpture, circulating around an obscure path. Every circulation brought along a refreshing sensation that would either be incorporated into his nerves and bones using the Body Honing Wizard Mantra or be absorbed by the pulsing Wizard Core.

In the past, when he was absorbing spiritual energy or the energy from the stars, his muscles would start to expand and contract under the effects of the Body Honing Wizard Mantra; However, the energy that came from the ice sculptures was different. Wherever it passed, his muscles did not expand or contract. Instead, they became firmer, as if they were being calcified.

If Yang Ling opened his eyes now, he would realize that a layer of frost had instantly appeared on the surface of the skin. The incredibly sturdy ice sculpture had gradually turned smaller, releasing bales of chilly air.

“Sir, this…”

Seeing Yang Ling close his eyes, sitting motionless on the ground, the female leader Margaret looked toward the Corpse Wizard King by the side with doubt. She knew that fire element magic could melt the sturdy ice. She also knew that sharp weapons could slice open the sturdy ice. However, she had never heard of a method that could melt the ice like what Yang Ling was using.

“Shh, lower your volume!” After getting a faint understanding of what Yang Ling was going to do, the Corpse Wizard King instructed Margaret to quietly take a few steps back, in case she accidentally disturbed Yang Ling.

Margaret did not notice the changes to the ice sculpture, but unlike her, the Corpse Wizard King immediately noticed the minute changes to the ice sculpture using his powerful mental energy. Even though what Yang Ling was doing was slow, undoubtedly, if he persisted, the sturdy ice would turn into bales of chilly air and gradually become smaller.

Following the gaze of the Corpse Wizard King, Margaret quickly noticed that the ice sculpture was releasing faint wisps of chilly air, and that the ice sculpture was shrinking gradually. In her joy, she stood silently at the side with the Corpse Wizard King.

Sometime later, after sensing that he could not absorb any more of the chilly air, Yang Ling slowly opened his eyes. All he saw was that the sturdy layer of ice had long disappeared, and a two-meter-tall muscular man holding a harpoon gun was standing in its place.

“Sir, this… Why is my clansman not awake?” Looking at the motionless muscular bloke who had no expression, Margaret became incredibly anxious.

“He has been frozen for too long. We need to awaken his consciousness for him to wake up!” Looking at the motionless muscular bloke, Yang Ling guessed the reason after deliberating for some time.

According to the memories of the purple rat Little Ice, the chilly air it spewed out could not only instantly freeze someone into an ice sculpture, it could also trap the consciousness of its enemies. Perhaps, only by awakening the consciousness of the muscular bloke could he revive him.

“Rodriguez, after this, do not let anyone come near without my orders!”

After reaching a decision to use the Soul Summoning Spell to wake the muscular bloke up, Yang Ling instructed the purple rat Little Ice, Flying Dragon King Seylius and the Dark Dragon King to protect himself, and got the Corpse Wizard King to be responsible for the defense at the outer perimeter. After all, this was the first time he was going to use the Soul Summoning Technique. No one could guarantee that no accidents would occur.

“Don’t worry Sir!”

Looking at Margaret beside him, the Corpse Wizard King remained calm and collected, instantly casting the Mind Magic Field and enveloping Yang Ling. As long as this female leader does anything strange, or if any monsters were to suddenly charge in, he was confident that his powerful mental spell would instantly make the enemy turn giddy, or even become a lunatic.

After consuming a dozen Magical Beast Blood Orbs to quickly replenish the mental energy and Wizard Power he expended, Yang Ling silently recited the Wizard Mantra and cast the mysterious Soul Summoning Spell, his hand gestures changing continuously.

Control the souls of every living creature, come into contact with the source energy of this world!

According to the explanation on the stele, the Soul Summoning Spell was actually a technique that he gained after training the Soul Tampering Technique to a high level. As long as the soul of the target has not scattered and the physical body had not rot, he could reverse the Soul Tampering Technique and summon the soul of the dead, allowing it to come back to life.

It was rumored that when the Soul Summoning Spell was honed to its peak, he would be able to revive a person even if the corpse had rot or disappeared long ago by having the soul steal another person’s body, as long as a mere shred of the deceased’s soul exists.

Under the effects of the Soul Summoning Spell, Yang Ling easily split apart a streak of mental energy, slowly pushing it into the deepest recesses of the muscular bloke’s brain, carefully examining the situation within his body.

After searching for some time, he found a pituitary gland-like crystal deep within the muscular bloke’s brain, with a layer of frost on the outside. Under the effects of the Soul Summoning Spell, the crystal released waves of a weak ripple.

“Tamper the Soul, form!”

Following the instructions on the stele, Yang Ling quickly formed the the obscure hand gestures, his massive amount of mental energy welling out. In that instant, the mysterious symbols appeared on the surface of the muscular bloke’s body, glowing with a silver light. The symbols slowly started revolving around the body, getting faster and faster. With every revolution, the ripples that came from within the crystal became more obvious.

After an incandescent silver light flashed past, the obscure symbols around the body of the muscular bloke disappeared. The man slowly opened his eyes under the nervous gaze of the three people.

Looking at the foreign Yang Ling, seeing the massive Dark Dragon King by his side, the muscular bloke instinctively felt threatened, retreating a few steps back before raising his sharp harpoon gun. He exploded with a thick killing intent, just like a hunting lion.

Roar…

Seeing that the muscular bloke had bad intentions, the Dark Dragon King took to the skies, circling around in midair, its gaze tightly locked on the other party. The Flying Dragon King Seylius tilted its body to defend Yang Ling’s front. The purple rat Little Ice opened its mouth, prepared to shoot out a mouthful of chilly air to once again turn the insolent bloke into an ice sculpture.

“Put it down, put down the weapon, quick!”

Seeing that a battle was about to ensue, Margaret anxiously stepped forward, loudly stopping the muscular bloke. Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, she thought of an idea as she remembered the ancient language of her tribe. She gestured with her hands and stammered as she spoke the ancient language of the tribe.

With Margaret’s explanation, seeing the familiar plaza, looking at the lifelike ice sculptures around him, seeing the expressions of his clansmen just before disaster struck, the muscular bloke slowly remembered everything. In that instant, it was as if he returned to the freezing night a few thousand years ago.

“Sir, please forgive Bart’s disrespect!”

After clearly explaining herself, Margaret spoke as she tugged on the muscular bloke beside her, signaling for him to grovel before Yang Ling like she did. Her eyes were red, looking at Yang Ling who was sitting on the ground, hoping that he could help revive the rest of her tribespeople.

He succeeded?

Seeing the muscular bloke regain his memories, Margaret was extremely excited, while the Corpse Wizard King by the side was no exception. Back then, before he turned into a Corpse Wizard, he had preserved the corpse of his daughter with a Crystal Coffin, ensuring that her body would not rot for thousands of years. As long as he brought Yang Ling back to the Dimension of Dead Souls, perhaps reviving his daughter was not such a faraway dream!