Chapter 2007 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 2007: 581 Seven Killings Formation and Death Spirit Entanglement_3 “Fortunately, Dammon only mastered the basics of this ultimate skill.” “Otherwise, today would have been quite challenging.” After his own domain was established. Matthew felt much more at ease. He also discerned the reason Dammon had been delaying his attack. The power of “Shadow Purgatory” + “Seven Killings Formation” is indeed incredibly strong. But he seems not to have grasped the essence of this technique. Several times, Matthew thought his opponent should have initiated an attack. But Dammon didn’t do so. During this time. Matthew could sense his hesitations in detail and lack of confidence. If it wasn’t intentional acting. Then Dammon undoubtedly exposed his lack of proficiency in the Seven Killings Formation. However. To be safe. Matthew still took out his Sword of Slaughter. Facing Dammon, who could attack at any moment. He raised his Sword of Slaughter— “Summon: Legendary Ancestor’s Soul”! Three powerful Tauren Ancestor’s Souls appeared beside Matthew. They lined up. Entered his body one by one from behind him. In an instant. Matthew’s physique became full of blood, his muscles bulging. All melee-related attributes and resistances were significantly enhanced with the support of the Ancestor’s Soul. One could say. Even if a Legendary Warrior stood in front of Matthew now. He would dare to confront him directly! This is the strength brought to him by the Tauren Ancestors! As soon as the Ancestor Souls appeared. Dammon’s originally hesitant gaze instantly became resolute. “Ha!” “Possessing the Tauren? Courting death!” “Watch me take your life!” One after another, sword strikes came straight at him. Matthew calmly deflected them. Then he looked closely— The seemingly impenetrable shadow purgatory was nowhere to be seen. Even Dammon’s figure had disappeared without a trace! “Such a swift retreat!” Coco exclaimed in amazement. Matthew decisively put down the Sword of Slaughter. He glanced around, then shook his head with a wry smile: “As expected of the Legendary Assassin.” “He’s truly quick to escape!” “An expert at bluffing too…” Coco comforted, saying: “Alright, alright!” “You’re already very impressive.” “That’s a Legendary Assassin, and you managed to chop off one of his arms. Daredevil would brag about this for a whole year!” “By the way, can I have that arm?” “It looks like it would make a good dish.” Matthew picked up Dammon’s forearm, snorting lightly: “What kind of dish can you make with just one arm.” “If you want to cook, wait until I give you Dammon’s whole corpse.” Coco asked in surprise: “But didn’t he run away?” Matthew smiled calmly: “Just a temporary escape.” “You don’t think losing an arm to a necromancer is the end of it, do you?” As his words fell. Matthew extended a hand, seemingly manipulating something in the void. Soon after. A faint green light appeared. A faint green outline emerged in his sight. That outline was moving at high speed. It was none other than Dammon, missing a part of his forearm! Matthew saw him slipping into a high tower. None other than the one holding Dania. “Wow, you’re disgusting!” Coco shouted. “You actually smeared the shovel with rotting sacs?” “These rotting sacs could decay him entirely, right?” Matthew chuckled: “Not that extreme.” “After all, he’s a legend, his resistance must be substantial.” “But with these, I guarantee, at least half of his body will rot, and he won’t recover soon!” Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! As Matthew’s hand moved swiftly. Shadows raced towards the faint green outline! Rats, flies, mosquitoes, cockroaches, toxic frogs, vipers, wasps, scorpions! Four poisons and four plagues. The Domain Souls in the negative energy domain had already locked onto their target. They flooded towards where Dammon was hiding. With just a thought from Matthew. The latter would endure unimaginable pain and torment. Especially in this environment of ethereal suppression, where the power of the four poisons and four plagues is magnified. Matthew eagerly anticipated Dammon’s expression and demeanor at that moment. “Let’s go.” “Let’s take a look.” “Besides Dammon, there seem to be many others in the tower!” At that moment. Matthew transformed into a Winged Dragon Wind God, carrying Coco as he soared into the sky. The high tower was not far away. With the surge of airflow. The distance between them quickly closed. From the outside. This tower looked no different from the one imprisoning Dickens. But in terms of perception, it presented a huge difference. While Matthew felt endless anger and malice on Dickens’ side. Here. He felt only calm… an unusually deep calm. Like the calm of death, free of ripples. Hedging on the edge of eternity and despair. Somewhat like a fusion of boiling and freezing points. It gave an inexplicable feeling. With just this sign. Matthew concluded that Dania was more sophisticated than Dickens. And more worthy of his caution and vigilance. The Winged Dragon Wind God circled the tower two and a half times. Matthew’s voice slowly descended from midair: “Necromancer Matthew is here to visit Ms. Dania…” His tone was quite respectful. He entirely regarded Dania as a venerable senior worthy of respect. A few seconds later. A clear, bright teenage girl’s voice echoed from within the tower: “Come down.” As the words fell. A halo composed of negative energy appeared atop the platform of the tower. Matthew knew it was a portal. He hesitated for a moment. Didn’t linger on the halo at the top of the tower.