“So it's just a matter of going it alone.” Although it was said that the words were modified by a word like “can only”, most of the time it should be in a helpless, last resort tone. But in reality, Valeed said this with a bit of a leap of faith.

　　He wanted to try out his skills.

　　It had been six years since he came to this world, and although his body had become a bit more delicate, his biggest bargaining chip: psychic energy-or in this world's parlance, magical power-had increased rather than decreased. Therefore, Varede felt that not only had his strength not declined, it had instead increased quite a bit, with plenty of confidence.

　　“According to the way I used to be divided in the Alliance, I should belong to the Alpha level of psychic energy, right?...... Heh, what about the guy who enjoys the special allowance treatment, usually just a little bit of movement, you can get a large amount of money to spend, and do not have to stay in the most dangerous front line all day long like we do, it's really good. ”

　　Slightly lamented, immediately after, suspended in mid-air Varede stopped, beside him, the manipulated undead soldiers turned around and backed up, and kept on marching for a distance of nearly three hundred meters before stopping, sixteen undead formed a loose, circular arc with Varede as the center. To guard their master's safety as best they could. On the other side of the arc of the circle was the cliff face that Varede had discovered, where the entrance to the catacombs was located.

　　After the undead guards took their positions, Varede nodded gently, then concentrated, sensing the surroundings, the trajectory of the raging magical winds that flowed rapidly, his body rose upwards once again, stopping close to two meters from the ground, the maximum lift distance that the Float Technique could provide.

　　Then, he stretched out his right hand, index finger and middle finger together, pointing straight up to the sky, the surrounding wind of magic was suddenly crazy, as if storming toward his fingertips, that incomparably large, incomparably vast wind of magic in the entry of Valeed's fingers within two inches, was suddenly compressed, compressed, and then compressed. Finally formed the naked eye visible, flashing incomparably dazzling, like the sun general light of the pale white blade!

　　With the power of the red Morel above his head, the magical wind that Valed could harness increased geometrically. As a result, it exploded with extreme power.

　　“Then, let's use this move to experiment just how strong I am at a time like this!” Feeling the massive, almost uncontrollable power gathered at his fingertips, Varede said this with some excitement - immediately afterward, he swung his arm at the boundary, and the supreme blade formed by the majestic wind of magic suddenly came out of his hand and shot straight towards the boundary!

　　In an instant, the blade of light swept across with unrivaled power, chopping all the tangible trees, rocks, ground, and invisible boundaries along the way into two pieces. It had been broken out from the rocky layer below the diagonal, at the entrance of the tomb, and immediately afterward, it ruthlessly chopped on top of the shaking boundary on the other side.

　　After that, the seemingly impregnable boundary was violently shaken and turned into nothingness in a silent explosion. At this moment, if a mage were to pass by this place, he would definitely be greatly surprised - because within a fifteen-kilometer radius of this place, there was not even the slightest hint of the breath of the wind of magic!

　　“The disturbance is a little bit too big... ...... Damn it... ...... Fortunately, in this month, the vast majority of people will not go out at night. Moreover, the wind of magic is violent and chaotic, even if it's an Archmage, he won't be able to notice the strange changes here for a while.” After having performed such a powerful move, Varede felt as if his body was falling apart, it was unbearable. Even to maintain a levitation spell was impossible, and he directly fell down from nearly two meters in the air. Luckily, small children had light bones and vampire systems were quite good, so they didn't suffer any injuries, just a slight pain in their spine.

　　“However, the power is indeed quite good it ...... huh ......” Because the wind of magic that was harnessed exceeded the load of the body. So Varede was somewhat bearing it for a while, and received some damage, both mentally and physically. At the same time, because he didn't control the strength, after breaking the boundary. The remaining energy also spread to the tomb itself. It was feared that it would destroy a portion of the burial objects, reducing Varede's income by a lot.

　　However, Varede's mood was still good. Because the power of the full force strike just now was a few points stronger than he had imagined. Even if it was what he knew, the great magicians in this world, he was afraid that their power would be at this level. Knowing that his capital, was even stronger than he had imagined, how could Varede not be happy?

　　But happy is happy, things still need to be done. After resting for a while, having strength and recovering a little bit of his own magic power, Valed stood up. Valed stood up, patted the dust on his cloak, and then ordered the group of undead guards to gather around him again. Then walked to the edge of the cliff.

　　For a while now Varede's magic was so scarce that he had to finesse every spell he cast. After hesitating for a moment, he did not cast the floating spell again. Instead, he cast a simpler, smaller magic that generated an updraft - a very practical magic that allowed the army to quickly pass through high mountain cliffs. Accelerating the speed of the march, as well as conducting surprise attacks.

　　Seeing Valed's right hand lightly waved, light yellow magic winds gathered and took shape, creating an ascending cyclone that could slow down the descent at the edge of the cliff, and then the group of undead guards lined up in a row and jumped down towards the cyclone.

　　The group of undead guards lined up and jumped towards the cyclone, greatly slowing down the speed of descent. This allowed the undead to have enough reaction time to react smoothly when they descended to the center of the cliff, the entrance of the tomb. Jumping into the catacombs. Such a maneuver would not be a problem for the tomb guards who were physically fit. Not to mention the Skeleton Wolf, whose body type was more suited to movement, and the necromancer who could manipulate and perform such magic himself. Varede, on the other hand, was at the last one.

　　--However, in a split second, at the same time that a group of undead soldiers entered the tomb, gathered, and just took a step forward, on both sides of the entrance to the tomb, the mechanism suddenly opened. Although it had been silent for thousands of years, or even longer, the quality of the ancient empire's organs was still praiseworthy. Two purple, luridly hot flames erupted violently, burning towards the crowd of undead soldiers!

　　“Defense.” Varede, who was eyeing this scene, gently opened his mouth and spat out a single word. Immediately afterward, he saw a group of sixteen undead guards quickly change formation at a speed that surpassed the speed of the flames, with four shield-wielding tomb guards in the front, raising their black iron shields painted with magical patterns to emit a dark red glow, blocking the fierce flames. The remaining twelve undead were protected in the center. However, under the power of the purple flames, the light on their shields dimmed at an extremely fast speed!

　　In this situation, the remaining six Tomb Halberd Guards, the two crossbowmen couldn't help, and the two Skeleton Wolves were even more helpless. However, the two necromancers were raising their wands high. After a flash of light, a thin, transparent defense boundary covered the sixteen undead guards! And immediately after that, flames covered the entire boundary.

　　Inside the tunnel of the catacombs, which had been dim and lightless before, in an instant, such blinding flames were lit up again. If it was an ordinary human, I'm afraid that their eyes would be stimulated quite a bit, and temporary blindness would not be impossible. But Varede was not affected in the slightest. After all, his racial attribute was vampirism. He could see clearly even in the absence of a light source.

　　And in some specific environments, or in the middle of a battle, Varede could also activate his racial skill, Sorcerous Vision, in order to dispense with all kinds of sound and light gremlins, from affecting him, and through such vision, he could better recognize the nature of the world, and make a more correct judgment.

　　Varede had activated his racial skill, Sorcerous Vision, long before he entered the tunnel. Through his eyes that flashed with blood-red light, he peered into the world with the effect of magical fluctuations. In such a case, the patterns provided to the brain by the eyes became completely different from what normal vision provided. A wave, an odd halo, fluttering dots, lines, and surfaces. Forming an exaggerated, distorted pattern. It made the entire world appear to be strange and light.

　　If an ordinary person had seen such a world for the first time, I'm afraid they would immediately lose their judgment and become overwhelmed. However, Varede had already gotten used to this situation. Those distorted patterns fed back to his brain, and it went with the flow, allowing him to fully understand the situation in the outside world.

　　The undead guards were still holding on, but it looked like they were on the verge of dying. The ghostly phosphorescent flames in the eyes of the two necromancers had dimmed a lot, and their bodies, the bones that were originally as white as jade, had also gradually become dull, with large patches and stains appearing. And the original smooth and shiny cane in their hands, also became as if the general rotten wood, withered and dark yellow.

　　“Hmph ......” Varede lightly grunted and immediately thought of a solution. Only to see this young master's arms and sleeves shaking, two table knives, which had been shunted from the restaurant, appeared in his hands. Immediately after that, he flung both hands at the same time, and the two knives, one on the left and one on the right, directly disappeared into the stone wall of the tomb's tunnel.

　　If his hand was seen by a knowledgeable martial artist, he would definitely be very surprised. The material of those two knives was not other than silver. Silver is soft, easy to process, but not hard. That wall was a top quality large lapis lazuli. With a casual flick of his hand, he was able to stab into the stone plate with the silver table knives, and this kind of skill could not be done by the general elite knights!

　　Of course, the truth wasn't like that, this one move of Varede's was indeed rare, but it hadn't reached the point of being shocking. After the two table knives had failed to enter the stone wall, a dull explosion could be heard from the left and right sides at the same time. The two magic stones that were placed in the hollowed out sandwich, and whose purpose was to provide the magic power needed for this flame organ, were detonated by Varede with a single move. Losing the support of magic power, those two flames naturally, immediately dissipated.

　　--That wall was not solid, but hollow. It was only then that Varede was able to easily pierce it with his silver table knife.

　　“Barely, seventy-five points.” In his heart, Varede said to himself.