A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 2079: Chapter 611: Origin Power

“No way!”

Matthew squinted his eyes.

Amidst the chaos, he saw Barthor secretly grow a tenth head.

That head pretended to take a bite.

Then it quietly flew out of the chaotic circle.

The gods’ seal unexpectedly had a flaw—

That damned thing just flew away openly!

It flew above the Blood Cave!

Then transformed into a wisp of smoke and disappeared!

“Wait a minute!”

“Did Barthor just escape like that?”

“Did he successfully climb the Sighing Celestial Ladder and return to the Ninth Tier Purgatory?”

Matthew found it a bit unbelievable.

If Barthor reentered purgatory, it might create a violent upheaval in Aindor’s current structure!

It could even affect the upcoming defense of Storluk Planet!

“Really such a coincidence? I just got here and Barthor escaped…”

Matthew was still pondering.

Suddenly.

The hair on his body stood on end.

A series of urgent warning signals came from his Insight!

The captain’s calm voice echoed in his ear:

“Better think about yourself first…”

Matthew suddenly turned around.

In the endless grey and white tones behind him, more than ten indescribable creatures were slowly wriggling out.

There were shallow moving traces on the ground.

The traces pointed to the farthest place.

Surprisingly, it was under the Bridge of All Life, that endless eerie dark abyss!

“Evil Art Masters?”

“And more than ten of them?”

Matthew clicked his tongue in amazement.

No wonder it’s one of the most perilous places in the Multiverse.

Even these Evil Art Masters, which in the material world can be said to destroy heavens and earth, could be wholesaled here by the pound!

If it weren’t for Matthew being legendary and having nearly maxed resistance in all aspects, the divine might prepared earlier might not be enough to resist all these Evil Art Masters!

“Scram!”

Matthew raised a hand and unleashed a burial incantation!

Invisibly.

It was as if a massive broom swept across the area where the Evil Art Masters resided, and for a moment, those fleshy masses vanished without a trace.

But Matthew’s brow furrowed—

He sensed no feedback indicating successful burial of the Evil Art Masters!

“Something’s wrong…”

Matthew steadied his nerves, and in the next second, he was horrified to find himself surrounded by more than ten Evil Art Masters!

The nearest Evil Art Master was almost flesh-to-flesh with Matthew.

The distance was less than half a meter.

A slight dizziness came over him.

Yet Matthew remained exceptionally calm:

“Still not right… How could my burial have no feedback at all?”

Before he could make sense of it.

A huge commotion suddenly arose above—

A pure white light flashed by.

Accompanying the flash was a somewhat familiar scream:

“Ah!”

A huge head plummeted down with a crash.

The head bore a series of net-like scorch marks!

Matthew noticed keenly.

He saw faint white light dots seeping from the scorch marks.

These light dots slowly flowed towards the Evil Art Masters.

The next moment.

Under Matthew’s slightly surprised gaze.

The more than ten Evil Art Masters turned and fled back into the Gray Star Realm without looking back!

The light dots lost their primary target.

They hovered for a few seconds.

Then surprisingly surged toward Matthew.

Matthew was not flustered; he even reached out to gather all the light dots into his palm.

Warmly.

An unprecedented sense of security welled up within him.

…

“Warning: Lord of the Nine Hells, Barthor, was blocked by the ‘Ten-Day Heavenly Net’ and fell near you!

Hint: You have acquired Magic Dust from the Calamity Mage!

Your Seven Saints Inheritance is in effect—

You have gained recognition from the Magic Dust!

Magic Dust: Savor this Magic Dust, and you might comprehend legendary spells or even divine spells unique to the Calamity Mage…”

…

Ten-Day Heavenly Net.

Magic Dust.

Matthew’s heart understood; if it were merely the gods’ sealing, Barthor might’ve escaped long ago.

Unfortunately.

On the Bridge of All Life, there was also a seal from the Calamity Mage!

For those super beings below.

That could well be the true source of despair!

Upon this thought.

Matthew couldn’t help but glance at Barthor, who had been reduced to just one head and was mostly charred.

The latter was also looking at him.

“Damn Calamity!”

“I barely managed to save up a little nest egg, and she burned it all to ashes!”

“But, it felt so damn good! So good!”

“I really want to fight her again, even if she crushes me, kills me ten thousand times, it’s still satisfying…”

Barthor’s voice was quite hearty, more like a burly demon than a graceful Devil Lord.

“Hey, new kid, do you have the calamity inheritance?”

He questioned Matthew.

There was no point in denying it, Matthew nodded naturally.

Barthor’s head stared at Matthew intensely.

As they were talking.

Two scarlet eyeballs grew within the hollow skull.

Suddenly he exclaimed:

“I know you.”

“Are you the one who recently fought against Glasia?”

Matthew also did not deny it.

Barthor’s eyes lit up:

“Well fought!”

“Fight hard!”

“Smash that bitch to pieces for me!”

“Best to ravage then kill her!”

As he spoke.

He started cursing again:

“Damn Glasia!”

“I should have smashed her to death the day she was born!”

“This damned woman stole my strength and lineage, and now she wants to steal my glory, does she really think she can become the new Lord of the Nine Hells?”

“Dream on!”

“Dream on!”

“By the way, kid, since you’re also an enemy of that bitch, why don’t we join forces? I can tell you some secrets about that woman’s weak points…”

Barthor’s head moved toward Matthew as he spoke.

When only about ten paces apart.

Matthew suddenly warned:

“Don’t come any closer.”

“Don’t think I won’t fight back!”

Barthor paused in place for a few seconds, then huffed and backed off.

“Damn spellcasters!”

“What’s wrong with humans nowadays, why is each one more cautious than the last?”

He muttered curses on the ground.

The captain teased:

“Times have changed, Barthor, I’ve told you many times, but you’re still oblivious, still trying to fool people with methods from millions of years ago, no wonder your daughter took over…”

Barthor said angrily:

“I wasn’t overtaken by her!”

“If it weren’t for that damned calamity, I’d have skinned and dismembered that bitch by now!”

The captain responded with a cold laugh:

“Fortunately, calamity has sealed you here, allowing you to continue your fantasies.”

“Otherwise, with your daughter’s cunning and strategy, you might not even have the chance to curse her.”

Barthor grew even more anxious.

But he seemed very wary of the captain, only continued cursing the Calamity Mage and Glasia, then slinked away disgruntled.

The captain snickered.

He tugged on his fishing rod, actually pulling up a fish from beneath the bridge—

Matthew watched closely.

The thing wasn’t shaped like a fish, but once it was pulled up by the captain, it actually transformed into a lively, jumping fish!

The captain stood the fishing line upright and leisurely asked Matthew:

“Take a look at this fish, what do you think?”

“If you like it, I’ll give it to you.”

With that.

He tossed the big fish to Matthew.

With one glance.

Matthew’s eyebrow twitched slightly.

…

“Hint: You’ve obtained a ‘Fish of Origin’.”

Fish of Origin: A mystical item born from countless origin power.

It contains extremely vast origin power that can be converted into any form of origin, including but not limited to divine source of power, spiritual source…

…

Origin power?

For some reason.

Matthew instinctively recalled the scene where Goddess of Moonlight, Assia, was absorbing the Evil Art Master’s power.

She must have been extracting the origin power within the Evil Art Master back then.

“The origin power in this fish is dozens of times that of the Evil Art Master, enough to catalyze a moderately powerful God of Faith!”

Matthew secretly marveled.

The captain truly was extravagant.

He couldn’t help but glance at the fishing rod in his opponent’s hand.

Data panel.

…

“O’Blair’s Fishing Rod (Mystical Item): Everything caught with this rod will eventually transform into various types of fish.”

…

Fishing artifact?

The phrase popped into Matthew’s mind.

Right then.

The captain said placidly:

“Have you made up your mind?”

“Accept my strength, and I’ll give you great benefits.”

“If you don’t accept…”

“The Sighing Celestial Ladder that Barthor can’t climb, do you think you can manage it?”

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