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Beltia smiled as she looked up at the obsidian dome that had swallowed the sky. This had been her plan from the very beginning.
Even if they managed to destroy the barrier and prevent the archmage’s return, letting Diogres himself slip away would only lead to another tedious chase. Cutting off any path of escape was paramount.
But unlike conventional magic, necromancy couldn’t deploy large-scale rituals all at once. It required time-consuming groundwork to gradually increase its scale. That was why, until now, her focus had been solely on restricting the enemy’s movements.
She could have taken out one or two of them if she’d tried to finish it quickly, but then the others might’ve slipped away with Diogres.
But now, there’s no longer any need to worry about escape.
Shrouded by the veil of darkness, the necromancers raised their voices with fervor.
"O Holy Sword of the Church!"
"Spread the will of Tesranach!"
Within the veil, the Martial King of Cyphras moved forward at a steady pace. "O God of Death, I shall carry out Your divine command…"
Killing intent, sharp as a blade, began to seep through the smile on her face.
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Serati and Leven grimaced as they surveyed the pitch-black...
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