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Chapter 77: Chaos

“Crawl, tremble in fear, return to the eternal silence, and live alongside the great Death God!”

Countless grayish-white magic circles lit up, revealing grotesque corpses and skeletal figures.

The scene instantly turned chaotic.

Watching this unfold, Ivan couldn’t help but chuckle with glee.

Nobles, mages—before the great Death God, they were no more than trembling mortals, begging for mercy…???

But suddenly, Ivan sensed something was off.

That’s right, the principle of the Necromancy School has always been equality among all beings. Either don’t make a move, or if you do, turn everyone into skeletons.

To prevent any possible escapees, he had previously set up magic circles to block all exits, so indeed, the crowd was running towards the venue.

However, they weren’t fleeing in fear; they looked eager to charge forward!

As Ivan realized their path, he couldn’t help but curse.

These idiots, valuing money over their lives, would rather rush to the stage to grab stuff than escape!

How disgusting!

Unlike the previous attack on the theater by Kalman, while the auction didn’t permit excess guards, the attendees were either nobles, adventurers, or fugitives, almost all of them being extraordinary beings.

The corpses and skeletons were no match, but compared to the cultists, they were more interested in treasures.

On the stage, Lux was caught off guard by the surging shadows, directing the mages to retaliate indiscriminately while shouting angrily.

“Have you all gone mad? You leave the cultists alone and charge at me?! Do you know who’s behind me?!”

Lux released his bloodline fluctuations, managing to subdue a large crowd, but even more people flanked him from both sides.

“Less talk! You’re just a dog of the cultists!”

“You Purple Mages have ties with the cultists too!”

“Exactly, we think your auction items come from shady sources; shouldn’t we check them thoroughly?!”

Instead of fearing Lux’s collaboration with the cultists, the crowd was ecstatic.

Cultists were to be exterminated, and humans who collaborated with cultists shared the same fate.

This gave them a legitimate excuse to storm the auction and loot treasures amidst the chaos!

However, the Purple Mages weren’t pushovers; dozens of purple mages dispersed under Lux’s command, continuously unleashing magical attacks and erecting defensive barriers, turning the stage into an impregnable fortress while swiftly moving invaluable items backstage.

But this left Roy dumbfounded.

He was a legitimate customer who had paid; how could he just watch these guys snag the Certificate of Kingship he had worked hard to get for free?

Seeing Leanna eager to jump into action, Roy suddenly had a lightbulb moment and grabbed her.

“Wait, what are you planning to do?”

“Of course I’m going to grab some stuff. You didn’t think I could afford Hydra’s venom sac, did you?”

Roy was drenched in sweat at her reasonable answer.

So she was planning to steal it from the start, and looking around, it seemed she wasn’t the only one with that idea. Even without cultists, things would have escalated to this point.

“Are you sure you can break through the Purple Mages’ defenses, fend off the Warriors and Extreme Foxes, and deal with the cultists all by yourself?”

At Roy’s question, Leanna paused slightly.

“So what do you mean?”

Meeting the girl’s seemingly confused yet eager gaze, Roy smiled slightly: “Let’s keep cooperating.”

“I’ll handle the folks outside while you sneak in and steal the stuff we want! Once you score, we’ll bolt out—no need to get tangled up with them!”

Leanna was taken aback by his words.

This plan was definitely feasible.

Only someone capable, like the False King, could manage a variety of formidable foes at once.

Meanwhile, she was indeed better at sneaking around under a mage’s nose.

But this plan had one premise.

After a moment of silence, Leanna smiled wryly: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take your treasures and leave you behind?”

“Would you really do that?” Roy countered lightly.

“Hard to say.” Leanna looked elsewhere, her tone slightly dim as she self-mockingly said: “It’s well known that Black Mages aren’t picky about means, and the Snake-Eyed Sorceress is ruthless, isn’t it?”

“What of it?” Roy shrugged casually, saying, “I used to be called a ‘scumbag’ back in the day.”

Leanna turned back.

The two exchanged glances and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“The past is the past, and now is now. What’s more…” Roy paused, putting on a fierce act: “If you really betray me, you’ll regret it.”

“Oh dear, how terrifying.” Leanna grinned, “Alright, let’s do it your way.”

As her words fell, Leanna transformed into a shadow, slithering into the darkness like a little snake, waiting for her chance to infiltrate.

The Shadow of the Dark Serpent could not only monitor others with shadow snakes but also assimilate herself into the darkness.

When it came to stealth, Leanna was indeed more skilled than him.

As for trust, Roy had already made up his mind.

Whether she was a Black Mage or a Snake-Eyed Sorceress, beneath those ominous titles, she was just a clumsy bad woman, nothing more.

On the stage, amid the onslaught of countless extraordinary beings and undead creatures, the barrier was finally breached, forcing Lux to step into the fray personally.

Six purple ghostly hands materialized in mid-air, swirling with purple magical winds, spinning violently and repelling anyone daring to approach the stage.

Any extraordinary being touched by the ghostly hands visibly weakened, even the undead promptly stripped of their extraordinary powers, turning back into true corpses.

The Purple Mages excelled in making contracts with other races, and Lux’s bloodline was that of the Purple Mage: Ghost, contracting spirits that stripped others of their extraordinary powers, namely the ghostly minion Ghoul Hand!

“Back off if you don’t want to die!”

The six hands opened up, resembling a ghastly ghostly flower, truly terrifying.

Seeing the elite mages from Sequence 7 getting serious, the crowd finally cooled down, hesitating to push forward again.

Although a massive number of undead creatures hindered the Purple Mages’ prestigious force, making it impossible for them to form a formation, defeating a Sequence 7 was still no easy task.

Moreover, the undead weren’t just attacking the mages; they were also coming after them.

But then, two figures charged through the tide of corpses and the mages’ attacks, rushing to the front of the stage.

With whips flashing and purple lightning flickering, the obstructing corpses were sliced in half.

Fighting spirit manifested, dirt transformed into armor, blocking all incoming magical attacks.

As the two shadowy figures closed in on the stage, the crowd felt a sense of dread, hastily retreating, preferring to deal with the tide of corpses rather than get caught up in their battle.

Seeing that Heras and Hex were approaching with unfriendly expressions, Lux’s mood plummeted to the lowest point.

 

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