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Chapter 91: High-level Magic [Skeleton Field]
The most representative spells of the undead school are, of course, the high-level magic [Finger of Death] and the forbidden magic [Scourge of the Undead].
These two spells directly embody the two defining sides of the faction.

In truth, if not for the weakness against sacred attributes, the drawback of being restrained by the power of life, and the requirement to switch to a specific race in order to advance to a sage, then—judging by the magic tree alone—the School of Undead would already be considered extremely complete.
The most straightforward and brutal form of condensed magic, represented by [Finger of Death], paired with the instant death effect carried by the power of death, makes up the offensive core.
Meanwhile, the [Scourge of the Undead] demonstrates its versatility, functioning as a half-summoning school in itself.
Although the necromantic branch does not possess much in terms of utility, its various undead summons perfectly make up for that shortcoming.

But to be fair, each of the six great schools of witchcraft is comprehensive in its own way. Through long ages of exploration and conquest, the essence of countless magical civilizations has been integrated into the witches’ systems, forming the foundation of an extremely prosperous witch civilization.
The most distinctive essence of the School of Undead…
The black-haired, red-eyed girl stretched out her pale hand. In her palm, a faintly glowing orb of black magic spun slowly, like a miniature nebula. Within that swirling black “nebula,” scattered white particles drifted about, circling like tiny planets.

“Why can death magic summon bone shields? Isn’t creating matter from ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) nothing the power of the School of Creation?”
Jiang Cha was studying [Bone Shield]. The spell itself was not difficult; the structure of its magic inscriptions was very simple. She had managed to fully decipher it after just a single read-through.
But it was precisely because she understood it so clearly that she was confused.
The three inscriptions of [Bone Shield] only represented [Bone], [Hardness], and [Rotation]. As for how the bones were generated?

She didn’t know. Perhaps… it was simply “the effect of magic.”
“Can magic explain everything?”
Jiang Cha flipped to the analysis section at the end of the magic book, only to find this unsatisfying sentence. She muttered angrily:

“Well, magic really is omnipotent, huh.”
But she was far from convinced. This was only a beginner’s grimoire for novice witches studying the School of Undead; it contained no deep theory, deliberately kept simple to avoid overwhelming young witches.
And naturally, the [Bone Spike] spellbook of the same level gave no better answer.

“Bone Shield…”
When it came to intermediate-level magic, however, there truly wasn’t anything very similar. She had read the intermediate grimoire [Bone Summoning], but that was fundamentally summoning magic—the bones it used as material came from hell itself, not conjured from nothing.
“So… is this the only book I can read for now?”

Her green-tinted fingers slid over the cover of the grimoire, which was bound in what looked disturbingly like human skin.
The books of the undead school were easy to identify by level:
ordinary paper for low-level grimoires, kraft parchment for mid-level, and this—this skin-like material for high-level works.
Of course, it wasn’t human skin. Humans, being magicless, could never provide a medium capable of bearing the power needed to channel high-level magic.

No—this was elf skin.
“To be honest, no wonder so few study the School of Undead. Even their materials are too outrageous…”
Jiang Cha complained, but still opened the book as though nothing had happened.

She had long accepted that human moral values were not meant for witches.
So why should she care?
High-level eighth-tier undead magic: [Skeleton Field]. A truly powerful field spell.

Once released, it would create a bone-filled hellscape within a radius of at least one kilometer, the size scaling with the caster’s magic power.
Every one of those countless skeletons had the potential to revive as undead on its own. Any enemies caught within the field would be endlessly assaulted by bone spurs, each strike far more devastating than ordinary [Bone Spike] magic.
Depending on the caster’s will, the field could serve as a vast reservoir of undead material to speed up summoning, or even as a magic power source, drawing upon the planet’s mana to replenish the caster.
Of course, the most common use was simple and direct: unleashing an endless storm of bone spurs from every direction.

It was extremely powerful field magic. However, because elder witches had the forbidden magic [Scourge of the Undead] as a superior alternative, and few young witches trained in necromancy to such heights, [Skeleton Field] was rarely seen.
But rarity did not mean weakness. After all, even time magic like [Time Stop] was seldom used—yet no one would deny its terrifying power.
For Jiang Cha, however, the real treasure lay not in the spell itself but in the theoretical writings left behind by its author.

And then…
The grimoire in her hands suddenly felt hot.
Her eyes fell on the author’s name, inscribed at the start of the theory section—none other than the most ancient sage: Jane Pei’er.

“…I really owe you a huge favor now, don’t I?”
The bewildered girl lowered the book and sighed helplessly.
So foolish—truly foolish.

She had only thought of Violet, the rich little noble girl, as being generous. Why hadn’t she considered it?
How could the magic book belonging to the daughter of the great sage ever be an ordinary grimoire?
This was a volume personally written by Jane Pei’er for her own child’s studies.

“Forget it. I’ll just learn it.”
Now that she had it in her hands, Jiang Cha couldn’t exactly tell Senior Mephistopheles that the book was too valuable and ask for a replacement. She could only bite the bullet, accept the debt, and make the most of the sage’s teachings.
As the only great sage of the School of Undead, Jane Pei’er’s insights into necromancy were utterly beyond Jiang Cha’s comprehension.

The advanced theories discussed in Skeleton Field nearly overwhelmed her mind to its very limits.
“The true reason death magic can conjure bones is faith. Faith in hell, in the underworld, and in death itself grants the School of Undead a fragment of the power of creation…”
By the time she finished that section, ninety-six of her ninety-eight thought circuits had shut down entirely. The remaining two were dazed, able to manage only the simplest of actions.

And yet—her spirit remained unbound.
In her soul, confronted with the flood of vast knowledge and countless theories, she painstakingly sorted and categorized them, transforming each fragment into her own understanding, storing them carefully within the memory-attic of her mind.
“Cha Bao!? Are you trying to kill yourself again!?”

Hearing the alarm, Lina swiftly requested permission, kicked the door open without hesitation, and rushed in. Her eyes landed on the girl shaking violently in the middle of the room, and she shouted at the top of her lungs.
At that moment, Jiang Cha had devoted all her mental capacity to analyzing knowledge. Her body, left to instinct alone, subconsciously gathered magic power and traced the inscriptions one by one, following the patterns her mind had just organized.
And then—

High-level undead magic: [Skeleton Field].
Release successful!