Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor

Chapter 839 - 380: Luo De, You Can’t Kill Me!

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Lusen remained where he was, immediately grasping Luo De’s intention, and nodded in response,

"Understood, Your Majesty!"

Luo De turned his gaze towards the increasingly thickening mist around him,

"Saraya and Kael stand in the middle, everyone else disperse the mist around them!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The group responded, and five Wizards quickly gathered.

They raised their Magic Staffs, slowly waving them.

Magic Power gathered at the gemstone atop their Magic Staffs, forming subtle ripples.

An invisible wave of air pushed the thick mist away, rapidly creating a clear space.

Saraya stood in the middle, breathing deeply and closing her eyes to feel attentively.

Moments later.

"Your Majesty, Lord Lusen."

Saraya opened her eyes and said softly, "I’m feeling somewhat better."

"Has the agitation of the Holy Light stopped?" Lusen pursued.

"It’s still a little bit, but much better than before..." Kael nodded.

Kael beside nodded as well.

"That strange aura has indeed diminished a lot."

"It really is the mist causing the issue."

"Mist!"

Lusen suddenly realized, taking a deep breath, "They would actually tamper with the mist..."

To make Saraya’s Holy Light agitated, while even wizard apprentices were unaware, must be a more advanced technique.

"What should we do now?"

Lusen looked at Luo De worriedly,

"Your Majesty, Morning Fog Town is too large, even if all our Wizards cast a Spell together, we cannot disperse it all."

"Dispersing all the mist is unrealistic."

Luo De pondered.

The problem now is Luo De has no understanding of this mist.

He doesn’t know its toxicity, its actual effect.

Nor does he know if there is an ambush waiting.

Luo De paused in silence and immediately issued a command,

"Kael, gradually retreat with the military."

"Let the reconnaissance team keep a close watch nearby, thoroughly investigate for any ghoul ambushes."

"Retreat until you deem the position is normal."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Kael replied respectfully.

"But we cannot blindly retreat, allowing these poisonous fumes to spread unchecked."

Luo De continued.

This thick mist, unknown where it might drift to.

Luo De looked at Salido,

"You’ll come with us."

"We need to search for traces of Lomisa and those Necromancers."

Luo De speculated, "There must be a source for this mist, after spreading, the concentration gradually fades."

Like dye being poured into flowing water, the source would have the highest color intensity.

"Salido, where you feel most strongly should be the location of those Necromancers."

"Mm-hmm!"

Salido nodded earnestly.

The sound of whistles pierced the air, more Dragons flapped their wings descending.

Everyone swiftly mounted the Dragon’s back.

Luo De turned his direction towards the west.

The top of the distant western hill, where the wind was coming from.

Luo De patted Black Flame’s neck,

"Let’s go!"

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The tree-covered mountaintop.

Thirteen Necromancer apprentices kneeled surrounding the edge of a giant pit.

The pit was filled with bodies, densely packed.

The bodies were covered in black-red liquid, almost like pus and blood.

As the Necromancer apprentices chanted the Spell unceasingly, the liquid churned in the pit, bubbling like a boiling pot.

Clouds of black steam rose from the pit, drifting into the air.

Slowly merging into the mist, then dissipating.

"Master Lomisa, it should be about time."

Osca reminded, "We can proceed with the next Spell."

"As long as we trigger those Magic powers, those Soldiers will fall into weakness."

"Then we can break through Luo De’s army at one stroke!"

"No!"

Lomisa sternly refused, "Luo De’s Soldiers are tougher than you imagine!"

"Continue!"

"We need to catalyze more corrosive toxins!"

Lomisa commanded sharply, eyes full of resentment.

"No one is allowed to stop!"

"But..."

Osca glanced at the nearby companions who appeared unstable, and sighed.

At this moment, Lomisa was completely unreceptive to advice.

Thump!

While Osca contemplated, two Necromancers collapsed uncontrollably.

Osca swiftly approached, carefully inspected their conditions,

"Master, they are almost beyond help!"

"No problem, continue the Spell."

Lomisa remarked indifferently.

Others instantly grew slightly nervous.

Momentarily distracted, the steam in the pit dissipated somewhat.

"Do not look at them!"

Lomisa asserted bluntly, "Continue!"

"Rest assured, even if you die, I will revive you."

"To make you immortal like me."

Other Necromancer apprentices shivered involuntarily but dared not rebel.

Because everyone knew they were no match for Lomisa.

And even if Lomisa were killed, she could mysteriously come back to life.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Just then, a strange sound echoed from the distant sky.

The sound remained far away but gradually grew heavier.

Lomisa’s heart tightened.

"What sound is that?"

She frowned, looking up at the sky.

Osca raised his head to look as well.

The mist-shrouded sky revealed nothing visible.

Everyone held their breath, listening intently as the surroundings sank into stifling silence.

The sound approached closer.

Osca’s complexion changed drastically.

"Not good!"

"It’s a Giant Dragon!"

As the words fell, a dazzling flame tore through the mist and the night sky!

"Quick, dodge!"

Lomisa clumsily rolled aside.

Boom!

Torrents of fiery flames surged from the sky!

Yet, the Necromancer apprentices casting the Spell had no time to react!