1299 The Soaring Spiritual Power
“I suggest that you start to get used to it. According to action plan we set before, Fang Heng should still be building the ghost tower. Tang Mingyue is also fighting with Tang Wu for the position of the heir to the royal family.”
“Yes, they are under a lot of pressure. The difficulty of this mission is not low…”
As the two of them were discussing, a game hint suddenly appeared on their retina.
[Hint: The player’s trial team member Fang Heng successfully killed the archbishop of the Holy Court. The player has not participated in the killing at the moment and cannot receive the reward.]
Seeing the game hint, Wei Tao and Mikhael stopped their discussion at the same time. They looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.
Did they see it wrongly?
Archbishop of the Holy Court?
One of the boss characters in the intermediate game.
Slaughtered by Fang Heng?
…
In the fortress of Lincoln City, the afternoon sun shone into the room through the window.
On the bed, Fang Heng opened his eyes.
Not good.
He had actually slept for so long.
Fang Heng glanced at the game log and frowned. He immediately sat up straight on the bed.
After half a day of rest, the feeling of dizziness and swelling in his brain had completely disappeared.
“Eh?”
Just as he was about to check his body condition, Fang Heng could not help but let out a soft gasp.
He realized that the connection between him and the zombie clones had become clearer than ever.
In the past, the spiritual connection between him and the zombie clones was relatively weak. He often could not sense the specific location and situation of the zombie clones after a certain distance. He could only remotely control it through the game log.
After waking up, he felt completely different. He could sense the state of every zombie clone in the city.
He could also roughly sense the situation of the other zombie clones in the city.
How could there be such changes?
Fang Heng found it strange and opened the game log and mission attribute bar to check.
“I see. It should be because of the surge in spiritual power.”
Fang Heng muttered to himself.
The most obvious change was in his spiritual power.
Last night, he risked his life and drank the potion given by Qiu Yaokang at the last moment. He had successfully killed the archbishop of the Holy Court and made a killing.
Similarly, he had paid a great price for this.
Now, he had become a spellcaster.
Spell effects were increased, spell cooldowns were reduced, and there was also a powerful spiritual force as a backing.
Unfortunately, it was very troublesome after the undead effect was covered. Not only did he lose his rapid recovery of HP and physical immunity to death, but his self-protection ability was also greatly reduced. He also had to take an additional 560% damage.
Even the zombie clones had inherited all of his passive abilities, and their combat ability had been greatly reduced.
He was afraid that the zombie clones would be unreliable during the final battle against the abyssal demon.
Right now, he could only use the ghost tower, the sacred tree, and the skill of Everlasting Moon…
“I hope it works.”
Fang Heng sighed silently in his heart. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that it was full of difficulties.
For safety reasons, he tried not to go out for fun during this period of time. After all, he had the passive skill “glass cannon”, which would shatter with a touch.
However, there was good news.
His spiritual power had increased by 600%, and it was much easier to control the zombie clones.
The efficiency of building a mage tower could be further improved!
Also, after the transformation of the virus body, he also had the effect of being immune to the plague aura.
Thinking of this, Fang Heng could not help but get out of bed and walk out of the door.
Last night, the entrance to the underground abyss below the mine was completely destroyed. The aura must have leaked on a large scale.
Not good.
Under extreme circumstances, the abyssal demon might awaken prematurely.
“Lord Fang Heng, you’re awake.”
Zhuo Lingfang had been waiting at the lower level of the city lord’s fortress. When she saw Fang Heng walking down the stairs, she immediately went up to him.
“Hmm, just you? Where are the others?”
“Mr. Warren, Lord Chadwick, and the guests from the Mage Association are investigating the mine area. His Highness Tang Mo went to the eastern part of the Empire to lobby the feudal lords to pledge allegiance. Mr. Ed escorted a batch of supplies to Lord Brent’s territory to build the ghost tower…”
Fang Heng raised his eyebrows and said, “Mm, okay, got it. Let’s go to the mine area to take a look.”
Zhuo Lingfang hurriedly sent a message to Li Xue’s team that Fang Heng had woken up, while she quickly caught up to Fang Heng’s footsteps, “Okay, okay.”
…
In the mine area, the thick plague aura lingered as if it was solid, accumulating a thick layer on the ground.
The seven ghost towers were already activated at full power. The dark light screen connected together, controlling the aura within the area covered by the light screen.
All the irrelevant personnel in the city had been expelled in advance. Lord Chadwick was discussing something with Warren and the members of the Mage Association.
“President Fang Heng.”
When President Randolf saw Fang Heng, he smiled and nodded at him. “Congratulations, the entire Mage Association is now discussing the forbidden necromancy spell you cast last night. When we arrived, there were already quite a number of apprentice mages who switched to necromancy. Many people in the association have already acknowledged that you are the founder of necromancy.”
After what happened last night, the Mage Association was once again proud.
Holy Court! Amazing enough!
Having lived well under the direct and covert attacks of several generations of emperors, the current archbishop, Karkkila, was considered the most outstanding successor in hundreds of years.
But?
Last night, a vice president of the Mage Association had easily taken care of him!
The reputation of the Mage Association had increased greatly in the Empire.
More and more mages started to have ideas about necromancy, and they started to learn necromancy.
[Hint: Your reputation in the Mage Association has increased significantly.]
[Hint: You have contributed to the promotion of necromancy. Your actions have attracted the attention of some special forces.]
Fang Heng understood as he listened.
It turned out that the people from the Mage Association had mistaken the Everlasting Moon skill from last night as a forbidden necromancy skill.
A beautiful misunderstanding.
He would gain a wave of reputation and friendliness from the Mage Association for nothing.
Fang Heng didn’t explain and just said a few polite words.
“Thanks to the Mage Association’s excavation, the study of necromancy can have better development.”
Randolf couldn’t hide the smile on his face. He didn’t know how Fang Heng cultivated to be able to master so many forbidden techniques at such a young age.
“By the way, is Lord Fang Heng recovering well?”
“I’m sorry. I forcefully cast a high-level spell yesterday and suffered some backlash. I’ve almost recovered now.”
Fang Heng waved his hand, indicating that it was not a big problem.
Now that he thought about it, last night was too dangerous.
If it wasn’t for the plague aura that weakened most of Karkkila’s strength, the additional 600% increase in the effect of the ultimate skill, the Everlasting Moon, and his good luck, the dead soul bodies that he summoned just happened to be able to restrain the Holy…
Under the effects of all sorts of superimposing effects, Karkkila was successfully taken care of.
