I Created Scientific Magic

Cecil could certainly see that the one entangled with the Winter Dragon Walok was merely a magical incarnation, yet it managed to divert its attention to attack the pursuing officers despite being besieged by a dozen corpse witches.

It seemed that the adversary could possibly be someone like the Chief Priest of the Moon Goddess Diana.

Thinking this, Cecil suddenly became interested, as extracting memories from the remnant soul of someone skilled in necromantic spells was not a difficult task for him.

"Koleen, go assist Walok, he's already wasted too much time...." Cecil instructed.

The legendary Death Knight Koleen nodded indifferently, then drew the rune greatsword from his back and charged towards the location of the battle between the man and the dragon.

Koleen moved swiftly, or rather, it was his warhorse that was fast, with grey flames igniting on the skeletal steed. Together, they dashed through the battlefield like a gust of wind, crossing hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye and arriving within the circle of combat.

His timing was also very precise, at the most intense moment of Lynn's battle with Walok.

The sound of hooves from behind naturally didn't escape Lynn's ears, but the Dragon of Cold Winter's tail was already whipping towards him.

Caught between the massive dragon's tail and the rune sword, Lynn decisively chose the latter, dodging the tail's sweep only to forcefully take the blow.

His body, transformed from elements into steel, was as fragile as tofu under the slash of the rune sword, and most importantly, the gaping wound showed no signs of healing....

"Don't come and disturb my fun, Koleen...." the Winter Dragon Walok shouted irritably. It was about to finish off the annoying insect in front of it and naturally didn't wish for anyone to steal the limelight.

"But you've wasted too much time, Walok, the living have already broken through the blockade, all because of your incompetence," Koleen stated coldly, with his sword rising again to hack at Lynn.

Without a doubt, Koleen's words incensed the Winter Dragon Walok, who opened its mouth to breathe out another blast of icy breath, enveloping Koleen as well.

This was certainly not a simple case of infighting. Whether it was the sudden drop in temperature or the vengeful spirits mixed within the icy breath, none of it affected the Death Knight.

The steed, ablaze with grey flames, galloped through the icy surge, and the rune greatsword, glowing as it sliced through the charge, flashed past like a streak of light, instantly dismembering the frozen Lynn into several pieces.

However, Koleen furrowed his brow, as he didn't believe the opponent was so easily dealt with; otherwise, Walok wouldn't have been driven into such a wretched state.

Sure enough, a second later, Lynn's dismembered body vanished like an illusion right before their eyes.

Relying on the curse of the rune sword's sense, Koleen spurred his horse without hesitation back in the direction from which he came.

At this moment, Lynn was within the shelter of a magic domain that isolated all magic power. With his current state, he had no chance against two opponents, so he had separated three-tenths of his magic power to hastily create an incarnation to take his place in ambush.

The Death Knight who had besieged him had indeed caused a fair amount of trouble, but it also made Lynn aware of that death knight who stood watching the battle from afar, a tall figure with a distinct appearance.

Lynn guessed that this could very likely be the commander of the enemy forces!

"Hehe.... Coming my way, are you?" A hint of amusement appeared on the lich Cecil's face, as Lynn's attempt at hiding was almost useless within his spiritual energy vision.

[Voice of the Dead—Soul Stripping]

Cecil extended his hand, and a series of invisible ripples swirled at his fingertips. The desolate earth cracked open swiftly, and thick, deathly grey tendrils burst forth from the ground, curling and spreading towards Lynn.

The earth shattered, vegetation soared, and the surrounding undead were also caught in the destruction. The deathly grey tendrils twisted around and bound them, erasing their flesh, bones, and even souls.

Lynn's expression remained unchanged as fierce red flames ignited around him, only to be swiftly extinguished, because a shrill, haunting wail, akin to the screams of vengeful spirits, suddenly resounded next to his ear.

[Voice of the Dead—Soul Stripping]

This was the sensation of having one's consciousness stripped away, and a brain trembling.

Although this avatar did not possess something like a brain, under the bizarre influence of the sound waves, the Magic Body started to have the illusion that it was about to collapse.

The vines around also took this opportunity to spread upward, wrapping and rolling up Lynn in their grasp.

The already scant Magic Power was being rapidly plundered. Lynn couldn't help frowning, directing his gaze forward, where the dense sea of vines suddenly split apart, and the Grand Necromancer Cecil approached with several corpse sorcerers.

The death knight Koleen, too, cut through the blocking vines and appeared in Lynn's field of vision.

Looking at Cecil and his entourage closing in, Lynn pondered to himself, are these few legends all there is?

Then, Lynn glanced at the skeleton dragon flying towards him, realizing he probably couldn't wait for it to get any closer.

In just that moment, the inside of his body was nearly depleted of Magic Power, and if he waited any longer, he would lose all ability to resist.

Lynn, without hesitation, channeled the remaining strength into the uranium stone stored at his chest.

The Grand Necromancer Cecil, who was preparing to search Lynn's memory, suddenly stopped in his tracks, a fear that reached deep into his soul surfacing in his mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, Cecil fled backward at an even greater speed, and the death thorns covering the ground surged toward Lynn even faster in an attempt to utterly erase him!

But the next instant, endless light and heat manifested in the dead gray vine jungle.

After seventy years, the foreign land once again welcomed the light of the Sun!

The dark domain was illuminated!

It was a glow so intense that it seemed to dissolve everything, engulfing the entire area in an instant. The death knight Koleen, who was closest and still in a charge stance, crashed right into the erupting light.

At the epicenter of the explosion, with temperatures soaring to tens of millions of degrees and pressures of trillions of pascals, no matter how powerful the corpse sorcerers or the thorns imbued with Magic Power and death energy were, they turned to ash in a blink of an eye.

Even the fastest-reacting Grand Necromancer Cecil only had time to cast "Wall of Skeletons" as a defense before being engulfed in the strong light and flames.

The Winter Dragon Wallock, flapping its wings, rushing over for fear of losing credit, let out a terrified roar and immediately turned around to flee.

Although its mind became less sharp after being turned into a death spirit, it didn't mean it was truly foolish; facing a destructive light powerful enough to obliterate everything, how could it dare stay in place waiting for death?

Immediately, it threw aside concerns for its mission and for the life and death of the Grand Necromancer Cecil, its wings nearly becoming blurred from the speed of its flapping.

Like Wallock, all the higher undead who still retained their sanity scattered in a frenzy of escape.

But it was obviously too late; the nuclear blast's shockwave traveled extremely fast, crossing kilometers in the blink of an eye, and kept spreading unabated.

Under the terrifying heat, hills were leveled to the ground, boulders turned to scorching lava, the air twisted and tore apart, and all things tangible and intangible suffered catastrophic destruction.

When the nuclear shockwave finally died down, the undead army numbering in the millions was no more. In the center of the nuclear blast, there was only a crater hundreds of meters in diameter, its interior hot, molten sand and stone...

Only a kilometer away could one see the scorched earth and the scattered remains of a few higher undead destroyed in the aftermath.

A massive skeletal dragon lay on the dissolved ground, breathing its last breath, its wings shredded by the blast, and a considerable hole on its right side. More than a dozen ribs were fractured, and the majority of its ribcage had collapsed inward.

If not for the multitude of enslaved spirits who took the brunt of the damage for it, it would have perished in the initial blast...