Chapter 973: Eternal Underground Palace
Stanley was so angry that his nostrils bulged.
He was about to scold his underling.
Camela walked out of the room leisurely.
When she passed by the two of them.
Camela suddenly stopped.
Stanley and his lackeyâs breathing tightened.
Unexpectedly, Camela said to Stanley in an unusually gentle manner,
âThereâs no need to be so nervous.
âIf we donât let him try, how do we know if it works?
â It doesnât matter if he canât survive it. I happen to be a priest and am very good at saving lives. I can remove curses for 1,000 gold coins each time. Other than Linden, everyone can try it!â
The two of them were silent.
Until Camela left.
Stanley quickly took out a white mouse from his sleeve.
He threw the white mouse into the treasure chest.
In an instant.
A cloud of thick green smoke rose.
The thick smoke surged into the white mouseâs body. The latter twitched twice and quickly died!
The lackey widened his eyes.
Another ten seconds passed.
The dead white mouse suddenly waved its forelimbs stiffly and slowly got up from the ground.
It had turned into a zombie rat!
This time, the underling was completely afraid.
Just as he was about to say something, a black shadow suddenly flew in from outside the tomb!
Everyone focused their eyes.
It was a rotten bird!
As the bird flew, its feathers continued to fall. However, its feathers seemed to be endless, and it did not stop falling even after falling to the ground.
âOutsiders!
âWhy did you barge in here?â
The rotting bird stopped on the largest coffin and questioned aggressively.
Matthew glanced at him and replied in a relaxed tone,
âWeâre here to rob tombs.â
Bang!
One of the Rotten Birdâs eyes exploded.
His voice was filled with even more anger.
âHow dare you disturb the underground palace?
âHow dare you blaspheme the dead?â
At this moment, Linden jumped out and said anxiously,
âLord Guardian, Iâm not with them. Iâm an archaeologist, and theyâre real grave robbers!
âTo be honest, I also think that they are in the wrong. Itâs fine if you came in to look for something, but you still have to respect the deadâŠâ
Matthew looked at Linden strangely.
âWhy should I respect them?â
Lindenâs eyes widened.
â Think about it: if you were the owner of the tomb, wouldnât you hate the tomb robbers from a hundred or a thousand years later?â
Matthew nodded.
âThatâs true, but why should I put myself in the shoes of the owner of this tomb?
âWhy should I empathize with these nobles from who knows how many years ago?
â Iâm a Necromancer, and Iâm always with a bunch of skeletons and zombies. When I summoned the undead that was formed after the death of ordinary people, you didnât tell me that it was blasphemy.
âWhy is it blasphemy for me to do the same thing in the tomb of a big shot?â
Linden was speechless.
He turned to Lorraine.
âWhat about you?
âArenât you a bard? You think youâre an artist too. Do you think itâs right to rob tombs?â
Lorraine was holding his green piccolo in his mouth and the Book of Hebrews in his hands, looking like he was deep in thought.
Hearing this.
He rolled his eyes at Linden.
âWhat does it have to do with me?â
Linden was furious. He shook his head again as if he wanted to find someone to support his words.
This time, however, he saw Camela rolling up her sleeves.
Linden was so scared that he stomped his feet on the spot.
âI wonât lower myself to the same level as you uncultured people!â
Then, he ran behind Stanley and Daisy and hid.
Matthew couldnât be bothered to argue with the psychopath. If it wasnât for the fact that this guy had some real talent, he would have long thrown this guy away.
He faced the rotting bird.
On the data panel.
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[Hint: You have encountered a clone of the tomb guardian Banshee of Death.]
[Warning: The Banshee of Death is summoning a Skeletal Behemoth with a long-range spell!]
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Banshee of Death?
â It seems that the elves who transformed into the undead eventually stayed in the tomb and became loyal guards.â
Matthew had already put away the spirit figurines in the pit.
No one fought with him for this thing, and in the process, he also discovered that many of the spirit figurines were empty, which meant that some of the elves had already transformed into undead.
With the support of a wave of magic energy, a tornado began to blow into the pit.
White bones rose into the air and formed the framework of a giant creature in the air!
âDo you need help?â
Stanley approached cautiously.
Matthew nodded.
âYes.â
Stanley was very understanding. He saw that Lorraine was thinking about the article and that Carmela did not seem to be easy to deal with, so he took the initiative to say to Matthew,
âIf thereâs anything, just tell me.â
Matthew quickly pointed back.
âTake your people and quickly leave this tomb. My next spell might accidentally injure you.
âRemember to keep an eye on Linden.â
Stanley was stunned.
âJust this?
âDonât you need anything else?â
Matthew looked at the skeleton beast that was about to take shape and the rotting bird that was resting on the coffin. He said firmly,
âNo need.â
Stanley decisively ordered everyone to retreat.
He used his high movement speed to send the others away, but he himself stayed behind.
âYou should go too!
âBe careful of accidental injuries.â
Matthew reminded.
Stanley pointed at Lorraine and Camela.
âWhat about them?â
Matthew shrugged.
âIf they were accidentally injured by me, I would suspect that it was a scam.â
Stanley no longer hesitated and left quickly.
Matthew turned around and faced the ferocious skeleton beast.
This thingâs appearance was close to that of an Abomination and a Bone Dragon. It was a little like a stitched monster made of countless bone blocks.
It looked quite scary.
It was indeed very powerful in the tomb.
However-
Tier 4 spell, Bone Crushing Howl!
When Matthewâs short chanting sounded in the tomb, the summoning of the skeleton beast came to an end.
When the giant beast finally fully formed and pounced on Matthew.
The latter suddenly opened its mouth.
Suddenly.
An extremely sharp sound wave tore through the soul fire of the giant skeleton beast!
Under the impact of that terrifying sound wave.
The giant skeleton beast collapsed.
All the feathers on the rotten birdâs body shot out, piercing holes in the stone wall.
It turned into a puddle of muddy water.
Hualala!
Bones rained down from the sky, forming a spectacular bone rain.
âOutsiders!
âDo you really want to challenge the Eternal Underground Palace?â
A cold voice sounded from the depths of the tomb.
âI told you, Iâm a necromancer.â
Matthewâs tone was rather calm.
âI donât want to challenge anyoneâs dignity. I just like this tomb and want to take it for myself.â
In the next second.
He slowly opened his Grave Domain.
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[Warning: Do you wish to engage in a territorial battle with Brianta, the Tomb Guardian of the Eternal Underground Palace, the Banshee of Death?]
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