Lord of the Magical Beasts

The amount of blood essence, Wizard Power and Mental Power required to tame Winnink the commander of the Dead Soul Knights was much more than Yang Ling had expected. However, with the support of the Great Wizard Alter and help of the Great Wizard Seal, he managed to tame him successfully without any mishaps. A surprising scene appeared after he was kept in the Wizard Pagoda like a magical beast!

Under the loom of thick white fog emitted from the Wizard Pagoda, Winnink’s rotten muscle was quickly revived. Hair, nails, muscles… even his teeth were regrown. The Battle Energy, Life Force and Death Energy in his body melted together perfectly and formed a wave of grey energy.

“Thank you for the favor, sir!”

As he looked at his brand new body and touched his strong muscles, the now conscious Winnink was so touched that tears welled up in his eyes, and lay prostrate respectfully before Yang Ling as he spoke. He had spent every moment dreaming of escaping from his neither-human-nor-ghost looks for the past hundred and thousands of years. His heart was dripping with blood as he looked at his once strong and sturdy hands, which was now left with two pair of pale hand bones. If it wasn’t for the Phantom Cloak that had given him a trace of hope, he would have ended his life a long time ago.

“You are the successor of the Shadow Wizard, Winnink. Have a good realisation.” Yang Ling chanted the Wizard Mantra and lightly pressed a finger in between Winnink’s brows, transferring the Shadow Wizard practise mantra to him.

At that moment, Winnink felt a series of peculiar memory imprinting on his mind. He immediately understood how powerful the so-called Shadow Wizard was after browsing it for a few seconds. Pleasantly surprised, he laid prostrate once again. Imparted from the Great Seoul Wizard, he could feel a trace of original energy between the heaven and earth. As if it was all predestined, he sensed that this series of memories would bring him benefits that he wouldn’t have imagined.

“Winnink, the Shadow Wizard is the king that walks among the darkness. I hope you will not disappoint me!” Yang Ling wiped away the sweat on his forehead secretly as he looked at Winnink who laid prostrate respectfully before him.

As compared to the Wizard Warriors, Poison Wizards, Weapon Wizard’s and the other categories, the Shadow Wizard has the most unusual and sharp attack. During the ancient times, a Great Soul Wizard could afford to not have a Wizard Warrior and a Weapon Wizard by his side, but will definitely need a Shadow Wizard. A powerful Shadow Wizard could inject fear in enemies of both light and dark, and could also bring more safety and benefit to the tribe.

Due to the seal deep in his soul, Winnink couldn’t and wouldn’t have the strength to betray a Great Soul Wizard. Hence, Yang Ling had no worries on this aspect. His only worry was that the advancement of a Shadow Wizard was tougher than that of a Warrior Wizard and a Poison Wizard. Apart from practising hard, he would also need to have a great understanding. Winnink was powerful in strength and was at a better starting position than Ramos who was practising for a Warrior Wizard. However, the inertia in his thoughts might be an obstacle in his practise. Whether he could become a powerful Shadow Wizard and become an independent expert of Yang Ling’s would have to depend on himself.

Many problems could be resolved easily after taking Winnink the commander! The tidal-like and large group of Dead Soul Knights left quickly under Winnink’s command. After hundreds and thousands of years, the Scorpion King Ymort finally had the chance to enter the Forz Castle that could terrorise one just by hearing its name.

Although the Forz Castle hasn’t been maintained in a long time and was tattered beyond recognition, it was huge. The training ground and the commander stage were all available. They could faintly see how powerful the army was in the past from the gigantic plaza and the murderous Dead Soul Knights moving in unison.

“The twenty thousand Dead Soul Knights in the Forz Castle were all the elites of Hurricane Army of the past. If required, I could summon all the Dead Soul Knights in the perimeter of the tomb here!” Winnink raised his chest in pride as he looked at the silent army from the a commanding position.

In the past, he had attacked the Thebes Empire from the its north and south with twenty thousand elites of the Hurricane Army. He had gained many battle achievements and became the youngest great general in the history of Thebes Empire. However, it was also due to his glorious achievements that caused a few villains to sow discord, which led to his killing by the Pharoah where he became a dead soul with a rotten body.

“Good. Well done!” Yang Ling nodded his head in approval as he looked at the large group of Dead Soul Knights on the plaza that would stop anyone in their steps. “Winnink, lead your troops to Elder Rodriguez. Give the Church a good treatment before they enter a lower level of the Underground Tomb!”

The lineup would be enormous with the twenty thousand Dead Soul Knights together with the zombies and mummies recruited along the way by the Corpse Wizard King. Yang Ling believed that if Winnink were to collaborate his attack with the Corpse Wizard King, even if the Church doesn’t suffer from any broken bones, they would also definitely have to lose several layers of their skin.

“Yes. Your subordinate understands!” Winnink picked up the heavy Darkmetal Longspear after bowing respectfully with his hand on his chest. He led over twenty thousand elite soldiers and left in a rush with Flying Dragon King Seylius’s instructions.

The Dark Dragon King shook his head doubtfully as he watched Winnink leave with his gang and said, “Sir, why don’t we send the Magical Beasts Army over to get rid of those arrogant guys from the Church at one go?”

“That’s right. If we were to attack together, even if we couldn’t wipe out the Church Army, we would be able to at least increase their losses. Why don’t we send the entire army out to attack?” Ymort was puzzled too.

“Humph, you have all underestimated the strength of the Church! Even if the accompanying Guardian Knights and Spellcasters were all dead, and they were only left with over ten Templars, an ordinary person still wouldn’t be able to defeat their strength!” Yang Ling shook his head as he looked at the confused Black Dragon King and Ymort. He deliberated for a moment before continuing, “We have to get rid of the guys from the Church. However, the time for us to deal with them directly has yet to come!”

Although he had prank the Church a few times, he wasn’t that excited to the point where he couldn’t identify the seriousness of the situation. The Church was powerful in strength and had a large crowd of people. It would no doubt be crazy to expect that the ordinary dead souls would be able to kill off all the powerful Templars and Templar Spellcasters.

It wouldn’t even cause a problem to the Church to lose a few groups of Guardian Knights and Spellcasters. They would only have a chance to strike a heavy blow on the arrogant Church by finding an opportunity to release a deadly attack and keep the opponent’s group of Templars.

Without sufficient assurance, it would be foolish to deal with the matter personally. Yang Ling wouldn’t want to expose his plan and strength in advance.

After all, apart from the Church, there’s still the powerful Dark Association and Golden Lion Family in the Underground Tomb. Strength is the most important thing in this Underground Tomb that was filled with unknown dangers. Someone without strength would be a sacrificial lamb in the eye of the others. The Dark Association, Golden Lion Family and other major powers would only stop having thoughts on his gang after he retreats upon realising he couldn’t assure that they have enough strength, and after being offered sufficient benefits.

After retrieving out the Great Wizard Alter and placing it on the plaza, Yang Ling teleported onto it and sat down cross-legged. He slowly recovered the Wizard Power and Mental Power that was depleted, and healed his soul that was damaged from forcefully deploying the Offering of the Soul Wizard Spell. The Underground Tomb was filled with unknown danger and traps everywhere. He would definitely be looking for death if he were to barge in without recovering his strength!

Differing from the ground surface, the Underground Tomb doesn’t have any Spirit Energy floating between the heaven and earth, neither any green Life Force nor boundless Astral Energy. It contains bunches of cold and creepy death energy. Initially, Yang Ling thought that he wouldn’t be able to absorb energy from the outside world and it would be difficult for him to recover. Unexpectedly, his body started to absorb the death energy that was all around automatically as he chanted the Wizard Mantra, and melted completely with the Wizard Power in his body.

Was it the benefit of that wisp of Origin Energy from the Dimensions of the Dead Soul that he had absorbed in the beginning?

Yang Ling had an epiphany as he thought of the grey wisp of Origin Energy that he had absorbed ealier and summoned out the Horned Spirit Snake in the space of the Wizard Pagoda. The small fellow was originally left with an illusionary body. However, he had regrown a new body after absorbing a huge amount of energy. Its body seemed to have condensed together after he had not seen it for some time. The shape of its body hasn’t changed, but the amount of energy contained in its body was getting stronger.

Sss…

The Horned Spirit Snake hissed excitedly after sensing the death energy in the air and swallowed the death energy around Yang Ling greedily at a speed that was faster than Yang Ling. Many peculiar symbols started appearing slowly on its body. Its skin started to expand upwards and began to shed off. According to its memory, it would be able to condense its original body after shedding its skin for forty-nine times, and advanced to the next of form the Horned Spirit Snake and improve his strength greatly.

“You will take care of him in the future, Ymort!” After throwing the Horned Spirit Snake that has coiled up to the Scorpion King Ymort by the side, Yang Ling concentrated on absorbing the death energy all around and recovered his strength quickly.

After absorbing a great amount of death energy, all his muscles and bones were strengthened to another level under the effect of the Body Honing Wizard Mantra. If Yang Ling were to observe carefully with the Divine Understanding, he would be able to notice that all his bones were more concentrated, the energy in his body stronger and his resilience increased.

Slowly, after some time, his body began to emit an obscure energy wave. A few dead souls that were roaming around the area that was covered by the energy found it difficult to move another step, as if they had been tied up by something.

Energy Realm?

As if it was predestined, Yang Ling felt that he had unintentionally broke through a thin piece of paper and had an increased understanding in his heart.

It doesn’t matter how much Wizard Power and Magic a true expert has, but how he controls and manoeuvre the power in his body, just like the Dark Dragon King who understood the Dragon Realm immediately. Although his magic didn’t improve by much, his strength was incomparable to the past after he gained further understanding of the Law of Energy.

Whoo…

Suddenly, just as Yang Ling was about to gain a deeper understanding of the Law of Energy, a familiar energy wave could be heard from afar. The Mermaid Evelyn had broke the Wizard Amulet and sent out a signal for help. Shortly after, Winnink swept into the valley at the speed of light and shouted when he was still afar, “There’s trouble, sir. Something terrible has happened. The remaining soldiers of the Church had barged into the deeper level of the tomb and lured out a large group of Burning Fire Elf!”

Burning Fire Elf?

As he looked at Winnink who was in a state of panic and at the dark expression of the Corpse Wizard King who was following closely behind, Yang Ling’s heart sank even though he did not let it show on his face. What kind of devil could it be that would make Mermaid Evelyn search for urgent help, and shock the powerful Winnink and Corpse Wizard King so much, as if they had met with a great enemy?