Lord of the Magical Beasts

Chapter 365: Curse of the Pharaoh

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The horde of scorpions became a humanoid monster in the blink of an eye, or in other words, they bunched up together to form an insectman, a man made entirely out of the insect-like scorpions!

When an individual scorpion was hit by a blazing flame, it would be burnt to ashes after a moment’s struggle. However, when tens of thousands of scorpions grouped themselves together, they released a faint ring of black gas, blocking off the flames that could even burn the soil!

Roar...

After taking shape, the humanoid monster raised his head and opened his mouth, letting out an inhuman voice. The sound was low and powerful, spreading outward like a wave. Wherever it passed, the Wind Wolves, pythons and Violent Earth Bears struggling within the flames shuddered. Even Gurt, Yuna and the rest who were outside the restriction were no exception, as if they had suffered from a formless attack.

Soul attack?

After stabilizing himself, seeing Yuna, Alice and the rest behind him turning pale, some of them even having a streak of blood coming out from the corner of their mouths, Yang Ling was alarmed, immediately waving his arm and sending them out of the restriction. He only left behind the Dark Dragon King, Corpse Wizard King, purple rat Little Ice and the Thousand-faced Mink.

Even though he had already known that the humanoid creature formed by the scorpions was out of the ordinary, he did not expect him to be powerful to such an extent. Not only could he block off the blazing flames, he could even use such a powerful soul attack just by opening his mouth!

Having advanced to mid-level Divine Wizard, the speed in which he can set up restrictions had increased substantially. He could now also layer on an ordinary Illusory Formation or Killing Formation. Even though he could trap his enemies and attack their bodies, his currently hevel did not allow him to layer on large-scale restrictions that could launch soul attacks or defensive restrictions.

What do I do?

Attack with all my might, or...?

After deliberating for a moment, Yang Ling decided to silently observe the situation to see just what abilities this strange humanoid monster had. As a Wizard, he was entirely in his element within his restrictions, while the other party would have trouble moving; No matter how strong this humanoid monster was, Yang Ling believed that he would have difficulty charging out of the restriction within a short amount of time!

Looking at this startling scene, the Dark Dragon King and Corpse Wizard King remained silent, quietly standing by Yang Ling’s side; The purple rat Little Ice perched on Yang Ling’s shoulder opened its eyes wide, tilting its head as it stared curiously at the strange humanoid creature; The little rabbit-like Thousand-faced Mink raised it furry ears, its head turned to the side, as if it was utterly disgusted by the horde of scorpions.

“Roar... Who awakened the noble Ymort, stand forward!” After raising his head and letting out a roar, the humanoid creature spoke as he walked quickly forward. He was immensely fast, as if the gravity restriction had no effect on him.

An ancient Magical Spell Formation?

After taking a few steps forward, the monster by the name of Ymort soon realized that something was off, stopping in his tracks to closely observe the situation around him, “That’s weird, there are no ripples of Magical Energy. Could it be that old bastard Aimhort...”

Looking at the blazing flames in the surroundings, then looking at the strange, vast forest, sensing the foreign, obscure ripples of energy in the air, Ymort had a grim expression.

As an Evil Spellcaster in the past, he quickly sensed the abnormalities around him. The intense sense of threat, strange forest, heavy footsteps, unfounded pressure and obscure ripples of energy all gave him a feeling that he was within someone else’s Domain Space.

He had only had this foreign sense of threat when he saw the Pharaoh Aimhort ten thousand years ago. It was that mysterious rule in that domain that doomed him eternally, cursing him to this inhuman state, causing him to become tomb guard that can never be reincarnated.

After a moment’s deliberation, Ymort lowered his voice and muttered a few incantations. He summoned a downpour, extinguishing the blazing flames. He then ordered a bunch of scorpions to spread out and scout the terrain around him.

As he suddenly sectioned out a group of scorpions, the entire monster seemed to have become skinnier, a chunk of the right side of his face disappearing. Coupled with the scorpions that were crawling around his body continuously, he looked exceptionally terrifying. Other than the Corpse Wizard King who was always dealing with rotting corpses, even the Dark Dragon King and Yang Ling felt their scalps crawl.

Was this a human, ghost, or demon?

Looking at Ymort who was formed by the horde of scorpions, Yang Ling shook his head. After a moment’s deliberation, he instructed the Dark Dragon King and the Corpse Wizard King to unleashed attacks to bait out his abilities.

Yang Ling did not care if this monster was human or otherwise, he would not be able to escape from his grasp as long as he was trapped within this restriction!

After looking at each other, the Dark Dragon King was the first to act. He flew out after extending its wings, spewing out flames that harbored traces of Dragon Breath; The Corpse Wizard King enveloped himself with a black Corpse Poison and followed closely behind, silently pouncing toward the back of Ymort’s head.

As a Corpse Wizard King adept in Undead Spells, his Soul Energy was far superior than that of Yuna and Sofia’s, but he also needed to absorb Soul Energy the most. Ymort was extremely powerful, and while he seemed to be a dangerous demon in the eyes of others, he a rare prey in the eyes of the Corpse Demon King.

As long as he could successfully absorb the other party’s powerful soul, he might be able to recover ninety percent of his abilities, or even directly recover to the peak of the domain level!

Chitter...

Looking at the Thousand-faced Mink who had turned its head away in disgust, the purple rat Little Ice boastfully shook its rear, then pounced forward, fast as lightning. Using its extreme speed and alarming ice element magic, it froze all of the scorpions the monster Ymort had sent out to scout the area into ice sculptures.

Agitated by the purple rat Little Ice, the rabbit-like furry Thousand-faced Mink pouted, then cast its illusory technique, summoning twenty Dark Dragons, thirty purple rats and ten Corpse Wizard Kings.

“Hmph, despicable lads. Come, offer your Blood Essence and souls to the noble Ymort!”

Ymort burst out in anger as he looked at the Dark Dragon King, Corpse Wizard ing and purple rat pouncing quickly toward him. The scorpions on his body released streaks of black gas, quickly forming a ball of gas and protecting his body, blocking off the Dark Dragon King’s Dragon Breath and soaring flames.

Following that, he started murmuring loudly. Every syllable he uttered caused the hearts of everyone in the group to shake, as if they had been hit by a formless attack. A sinister aura gathered in the sky, getting thicker and thicker, disregarding the handicaps of the restriction.

“Quick, stop him, this is a spell used to harvest souls, quick!”

Hearing the deep, powerful intonations of the monster Ymort, feeling the heavy sinister aura in the air, Yang Ling and the Dark Dragon King cautiously remained motionless, while the Corpse Wizard King shouted, pouncing straight toward Ymort.

There were countless spells that could attack the souls of his enemies amongst the vast array of Undead Spells. Amongst those, the most powerful and most mysterious of them was undoubtedly the Soul Harvesting Spell. In the Dimension of Dead Souls, an Undead Emperor had specialized in this skill and harvested a substantial amount of souls from the undead race. After dealing with the Undead Emperor many times, the Corpse Wizard King naturally knew how terrifying and evil this spell was.

It could be said that if the other party was allowed to cast this spell, other than himself and Yang Ling, perhaps even the powerful Dark Dragon King, purple rat and Thousand-faced Mink would instantly become an idiot, or even turn into a puppet of the monster.

Roar...

After letting out a roar, the Dark Dragon King gave up on using fire element magic that did not have much of an effect on the monster, directly pouncing forward and slashing down toward his head with his claw; The purple rat Little Ice released a mouthful of dark blue chilly wind, while the Thousand-faced Mink instructed the various illusory bodies to attack at full force!

With his best effort, the Dragon King scattered the black gas surrounding the monster Ymort; The Corpse Wizard King who had enveloped himself in Corpse Poison followed closely behind, casting the curse, weakening and demon dispelling auras on himself, then thrusted an energy spear made out of Corpse Poison directly toward the chest of the other party...

“Hmph, you’re asking for death!”

Faced with the fierce attacks of the group, the monster Ymort let out a cold grunt, tilting his body to avoid the Corpse Wizard King’s energy spear and the purple rat Little Ice’s chilly energy, then shot a fist onto the illusory body of a Dark Dragon. In that instant, the illusory body that had twenty percent of the Dark Dragon King’s vitality and thirty percent of its defensive capabilities scattered into the wind!

“Oh, illusory bodies?”

Seeing the heavily injured Dark Dragon explode into a glimmer of light and instantly scatter into the wind, Ymort was extremely alarmed, his expression finally turning grim. He sectioned off a group of scorpions to obstruct his pursuers while he decisively retreated with his main body, hastening the use of the Soul Harvesting Spell!

“Quick, stop him, quick!” Seeing the monster Ymort increase the pace of his incantation, the Corpse Demon King was both alarmed and furious. The other party was too fast. Hearing the last few familiar syllables, he understood that he would not be able to stop him even if he charged forward without regard!

“Soul Explosion!”

At the critical moment, Yang Ling finally took action, using the Wizard Technique Soul Explosion to attack the soul of the monster Ymort. He teleported over with the Wind Evasion Technique while the monster was dizzy, then cast the Ice-sealing Domain, freezing the scorpions on his body into ice.

Roar...

In his intense pain, the monster Ymort opened his mouth with difficulty, then let out an inhuman roar. Enveloped by Yang Ling’s Ice-sealing Domain, he felt the bone-piercing chill enter his body, completely freezing the brains of the scorpions, destroying his consciousness that was left behind.

“Hmph, I do want to see just what monster this is!”

Seeing the monster struggle with all his might, shedding layers and layers of the frozen scorpions, Yang Ling let out a cold grunt. He silently recited a Wizard Mantra and forced out a drop of his blood, gently pressing it between the brows of the body formed by the scorpions!

Originally, he had only wanted to give it a try, and was not too confident that he could tame such a monster. Unexpectedly, an alarming scene ensued as soon as he pressed his blood into the monster’s forehead!

Yang Ling trembled, his blood, Wizard Power and mental energy welling out of his body. He could not retract his index finger even if wanted to. Following that, a drop of raw red blood appeared on the heads of every scorpion. After the blood seeped into their heads, mysterious symbols appeared on each and every one of their bodies...