Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Roger instinctively tried to utter an incantation to release a spell, but the speed of his incantation couldnt match that of the fireball.

He only managed to pronounce one syllable when the Minor Fireball slammed into him.

Boom!!!

The stitched monster had half of its arm blasted off, and the splattered flames ignited Rogers black robe.

The stitched monster, not far in front of Roger, instinctively used its arm to shield its master from the incoming spell when it saw the fireball approaching.

Good, it hurts. All the mouths on the stitched monster let out a collective wail. Dont be afraid, protect, protect, Ill protect you.

The stitched monster turned around and spoke to Roger again, its multiple mouths producing layered voices.

Roger halted the spell on his lips, preparing to retaliate against the assailant who had ambushed him!

Lynn hadnt expected the stitched monster to willingly shield the wizard from the spell. Didnt they say stitched monsters had low intelligence? Yet, here was one displaying such loyalty.

Roger chanted an incantation for a while, and in the next moment, a ball of black light emanated from in front of him. The black light then expanded outward, forming a black semicircular shield that firmly enveloped him at the center.

This black shield absorbed all light, making it impossible to see the specific situation inside.

Lynn only knew that his illusion had been shattered.

What kind of spell was this? A defensive spell?

Are you one of those nobles sent to silence me? Rogers hoarse voice echoed from within the black shield. Whats this? When you needed me, you purchased the plague powder, and now that the epidemic is spreading beyond control, you want to silence me?

Roger emitted a creepy laughter.

Lynn didnt expect to hear a shocking secreta revelation that, for the Erdolu Kingdom, was earth-shattering. The devastating plague sweeping through the northern territories originated from the hands of the person before him.

Lynn remained silent. While he came to eliminate the person, it wasnt because of the plague. The revelation of the plagues origin only made Lynns mission to kill him less psychologically burdensome.

Seeing no response, Roger thought he had seen through everything.

I had already guessed that this day would come for me. The hoarse voice emanated from the black shield.

Lynn furrowed his brow, continuing to concentrate on murmuring the incantation in a low voice.

A fireball gradually took shape in front of Lynn, a scorching and searing sphere of flames burning fiercely.

Youre not playing fair! Rogers furious voice echoed from within the circular shield.

After that, Roger fell silent, apparently concerned that Lynn might pinpoint his exact location through sound recognition.

A hint of surprise flickered in Lynns eyes. If he couldnt see inside from the outside, he assumed the reverse would also be true. However, that wasnt the case.

Observing the outside from within was possible with this spell. Lynn could now make some educated guesses about the general effects of this spell.

The opponent was likely just an apprentice wizard, primarily wielding zero-ring spells. Zero-ring spells were generally single-effect spells, as compound spells, due to their complexity, typically fell outside the realm of zero-ring spells.

The stitched monster halted, its blood-soaked face showing confusion. Its voice suddenly softened. Protect Mom just wanted to protect you.

Youre not her! My mom died a long time ago. Youre just a substitute I made from her corpse! Roger screamed in despair.

He thought he could justify using it as a substitute, finding solace in the pain of losing loved ones.

He believed he could make it charge into battle for him without any psychological burden, even serving as a human shield.

But hearing those clumsy yet stubborn calls beneath the similar face, he realized he couldnt do it.

It wasnt true that turning into an undead wizard meant acquiring a cold, heartless interior, immune to external influences.

The substitute also wants to protect you. The stitched monster stood behind, rubbing its small hands in confusion, speaking softly after a while.

Roger turned to look at Lynn, My fate is in your hands, but I have a request. Spare it a way out. Its weak and has no potentialit poses no threat to you.

Pausing for a moment, Roger continued, As a reward, I can give you the entire inheritance I obtained. This inheritance is unique to me, and if I die, youll only gain two experimental materials at most.

Roger stared straight at Lynn, the flames in his eye sockets burning intensely.

Lynn pondered for a moment, Alright, but I have a condition too. I want to see the inheritance first.

Roger nodded in silence, then raised his right hand and reached for his eye sockets.

He then seized his own soul flame and forcibly pulled it out.

In a sudden instant, the breath on Rogers body weakened to the last thread.

The flames in his eye sockets shrank to the size of pinpricks, almost extinguishing.

Rogers skeletal frame swayed, emitting a friction sound.

Following Rogers control, the soul flame in the palm of his hand gradually transformed into a gray bead.

Here, I hope you keep your promise. Roger tossed the bead to Lynn.

The next moment, Rogers skeletal frame collapsed with a resounding crash.

The stitched monster stared at the scattered bones, bewilderedly surveying its surroundings. It sat on the ground, desperately cramming the broken bones into its belly, attempting to fuse them back together.

However, it failed. Its abdomen remained empty, with only a massive hole. The bones it tried to cram in fell out from the other side.

Painful, so painful. The stitched monsters shoulder, adorned with a womans face sewn with several threads, uttered a hollow voice.

Lynn observed the stitched monster. His spells were ready, awaiting any sign of hostility from the monster.

The stitched monster, finally cradling Rogers skull, pressed its face against it, just like the first time they met twenty-eight years ago. Mom is uselessMom will be with you.

Like a machine suddenly losing power, the necromantic energy in the stitched monsters body rapidly dissipated.