Chapter 431 - Heart of the Fallen
The cave was pitch-black. However, when the Warlock’s Eyes went closer, it started to tremble. It was like a small boat sailing in the midst of crazy wind and heavy storm. It could not withstand the presence of the strong magical wave.
Yet, the magical wave was unrelated to the Crimson Python.
Having battled a Crimson Python at Black Clouds Town, Lin Li was naturally more familiar with it. Like blazing flames, the scorching wave emitted by a Crimson Python would turn anything in close proximity to ashes.
However, the force that the cave emitted was a massive pressure that could cause the Warlock’s Eyes to lose control.
The Warlock’s Eyes swerved past the entrance of the cave. Although the unusual tremble was short-lived, it was what informed Lin Li of the death of the Crimson Python…
He could not sense any Crimson Python in the cave. Apart from the strong and eerie pressure, there was only a deadly silence…
Lin Li was not taken aback by that. Although a mutated Crimson Python could reach above level-20, it was not a Legendary creature, after all. There ought to be a natural deficiency in both its strength and intelligence. As compared to that of the true Legendary magical beasts, the Combat Energy of the Crimson Python was at least one realm behind.
Now, this fella had a Humerus Wyrm with him…
The sight of that creature at least 10 meters in height caused Gerian to be at a loss for words. Fortunately, Gerian was already used to such surprises.
Unlike him, the other mages from the Tower of Dusk were dumbfounded. They stood rooted to the ground, and were all in a daze, their gazes fixed on that Humerus Wyrm. If not for the fact that it was a bright and sunny day, they would have thought that they were all in a dream…
“Your luck is really great…” said Sendros as he gazed at the Humerus Wyrm.
There was indeed a way to summon a Humerus Wyrm through Necromagic. In fact, any Necromancer in the Legendary-realm would be able to do it. However, only one in 10 Necromancers would be willing to pay the hefty price necessary to summon a Humerus Wyrm. He’d have to use a massive amount of mana to bring the Humerus Wyrm from an alternate dimension to the Anril World. Even Sendros would never accept falling by one level just to summon a Humerus Wyrm…
The reason why Ujfalusi could summon Crimson was purely due to the coincidence—he’d left a mark on Crimson’s soul fire. The reason why the Lich at the Scar of Death was able to summon the Humerus Wyrm was because he linked his life case with Gloomy Dark to tap into an unlimited amount of mana. Otherwise, how could any other Necromancer be endowed by such an ability?
Of course, Lin Li had the best luck.
The Humerus Wyrm he’d sealed in the magic lamp came for free. Apart from a level-15 magical crystal, he did not have to lose anything else.
“Is this too risky…?” Lin Li asked hesitantly even after he summoned the Humerus Wyrm. To be honest, if it weren’t for Sendros, he would prefer not to summon the Humerus Wyrm in such a situation.
Lin Li thought that it was very risky. He knew that the Humerus Wyrm was going to be one of his strongest weapons in the future with its Legendary-level Combat Energy. He had to rely on the Humerus Wyrm to protect the Tower of Dusk. If anything were to happen to the Humerus Wyrm, all his plans would be destroyed completely.
He wouldn’t mind if it were the usual battle. Yet, his present enemies were the two great forces—the Malfa Family and Dark Blade. That being said, he was incredibly worried about that level-18 Archmage. He was a man who truly had the ability to injure the Humerus Wyrm, or even destroy the magical crystal and extinguish the soul fire of the Humerus Wyrm!
“Rest assured,” Sendros said to the concerned Lin Li succinctly. Afterwards, he fished out a delicate box from his pocket.
The box was around the size of a fist, and seemed to be carved from wood. It had a delicate, quaint, and graceful design, and had two streaks of mageweath produced with navy sand ink. Just when Lin Li was feeling doubtful why the box had mageweath that could withstand mana, the old man pressed a button on the box gently.
Then, the lid opened…
“What… What is this?!” Lin Li exclaimed the instant the box was opened.
There was a black gem resting inside the box. It was emitting a mysterious and profound glow under the afternoon sun. However, what surprised Lin Li was the magical wave emitted by that black gemstone. It was a pure death aura that could cause people to undermine a gigantic Humerus Wyrm…
“This is the Heart of the Fallen, a treasure that could drive any Undead creature crazy—including myself. I’ve only seen six Hearts of the Fallen in my entire life before. Three of them are in the bodies of the three Undead Lords, while the other three are in the Darkness Shrine. Only that High Priest who practices Necromagic has the right to use them…”
“Is it very powerful?”
“That’s right… To an Undead creature, acquiring a Heart of the Fallen is equivalent to engulfing soul fire from millions of other Undead creatures. That Heart of the Fallen can transform any Undead creature…” explained Sendros. “But, the value of the Heart of the Fallen is not in the enhancement of abilities, but in giving the Undead creature a brand-new life…”
“You have to be joking!” exclaimed Lin Li. He nearly bit his tongue.
Thankfully, the words belonged to Sendros. If he were another man, Lin Li would lash out at him.
“Hehe, how could the fallen have any heart? The word ‘heart’ here means to have a life…”
Lin Li stared Sendros for a good moment. Then, he decided that the old man did not seem to be joking. “What would happen if Undead creatures are given a life?” asked Lin Li with apprehension as he swallowed his saliva.
“I’ve only met three Undead creatures that own a Heart of the Fallen. They are the three Undead Lord of the Shadowglen. You might not believe me, but the three Undead Lord are as good as the living. If they were to hide their identity from you, you wouldn’t be able to recognize them even in close proximity…”
“F*ck…”
“Oh, yes. I’ve forgotten to tell you that the power of each of the three Undead Lords is at least level-25…”
“That can’t be…” Lin Li commented skeptically. “According to Mr. Macklin, the ability of the three Undead Lords should be at level-23…”
“Are you referring to that Macklin from the Alanna Guild of Magic? How would he know how terrifying the three Undead Lords are when he had not even meet them before? ‘Level-23’ was just a prediction by the Alanna Guild of Magic. I’m certain that no more than five people in the entire Anril would have seen the three Undead Lords…”