A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 2063: 604 Calamity Weapon: Precept Book

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Necromancy.

A domain with an extremely clear direction.

After the era of the gods faded, those exploring this domain were left to a single group—

Necromancers.

“All peers…”

Facing those eyes filled with varying degrees of hostility.

Matthew felt not a trace of nervousness in his heart, but rather a bit of excitement.

The next second.

He smoothly entered the domain.

Unlike entering as an Explorer as before, this time, Matthew descended in the domain as a Dominator or even as a Master.

Different identity.

Naturally, the perspective was different too.

In an instant.

Matthew seemed to descend from the sky at a constant speed, from a very high dimension, slowly landing into a pool shrouded in pale white mist.

Calling it a pool.

It’s actually just an illusion to the descender.

Different people face different environments upon descending into the domain, all these are resonance creations between the descenders and the domain.

Though necromancy is not a particularly vast domain, it is vast enough for a person’s consciousness, unless one truly becomes the domain’s Master, there’s no hope to glimpse its entirety in a short time.

Of course.

Compared to the domain’s own concealment.

The competitors within the domain are rather clear.

Upon arrival.

Matthew immediately sensed those gazes from the competitors.

He couldn’t help but be a little surprised:

“Unexpectedly, there are quite a few Masters in the necromancy domain…”

Skipping over those insignificant figures that pose no threat to Matthew.

He immediately captured a total of seven formidable figures!

Their silhouettes, whether near or far, large or small, all concealed behind the pale white mist.

Their gazes were also faint at times, some sharp, some subtle, but all carried traces of curiosity.

Seven legends.

Matthew clicked his tongue in wonder.

Aindor is indeed a hidden dragon, thought that after eliminating the group from Baiyan City, the number of legendary necromancers on this continent would be few, who knew there would still be more than a handful.

As his Insight slightly discerned.

The mist before these seven people dissipated quite a bit, and Matthew also obtained some information about them—

Among them, the two strongest auras, their true selves were not in Aindor.

One originated from the Scar of the Dead.

The other from the very depths of the negative energy plane.

The gaze from the Scar of the Dead was the most hostile and straightforward.

They did not conceal their existence or their allegiance inclination, glaring at Matthew sharply since his descent.

“I will, take your head!”

A stuttering voice echoed in Matthew’s mind.

“Eternal Dead Area, Mabarron…”

Matthew frowned, recognizing the person behind the voice.

That legendary second son of Death who supposedly long went mad and self-sealed, actually harbored such deep hostility towards him?

Is it purely due to the domain competition?

Or is it related to the secrets whispered by “Plague Lady” Kesha?

Matthew found it difficult to discern.

However, behind that sharp and blunt gaze, and warning, Matthew also noticed that Mabarron’s Will seemed not so clear.

He seemed to simply have an instinctual aversion to Matthew, the “outsider”.

The evidence is.

After throwing the harsh words.

No matter how Matthew provoked, the other party remained completely unresponsive.

A bit like an automatic reply in an offline state?

As for that one deep within the negative energy plane, they were much more cunning.

Matthew could only roughly infer that this was an extremely ancient Lich, residing in a very high domain authority “Three Ring Sanctuary”, most likely a powerful necromancer from history who transitioned.

This Lich’s consciousness was noticeably clearer than Mabarron’s.

Their gaze carried not only hostility but also a hint of surprise and playfulness.

Soon after.

In the direct gaze of Matthew, through some means, they completely hid their existence…

Matthew then looked at the others.

The remaining five were much more amicable—

Though it’s not exactly amicable.

Primarily awe.

Before Matthew even began to scrutinize them, signals of goodwill were frequently transmitted:

“Honorable Mr. Matthew, I have no intention of competing for the position of necromancy domain’s Master with you…”

“I am willing to offer a small portion of my own authority…”

“I just came here to occupy a little place, with no intention of seeking higher domain authority.”

Matthew calmly sorted out.

These five were all local necromancers of Aindor, three residing in the Northern Continent, one settled in the Underdark, and there was even one from Baiyan City!

This Baiyan City’s legend seemed to have already known the outcome of the Arcane Wilderness battle.

Their statement was the most sincere.

Directly handing their own authority over to Matthew.

This was a kind of “Submission” ritual.

Doing this meant absolute obedience, if they intended to betray Matthew in the future, they would pay an incredibly painful price.

Conversely.

If Matthew wanted to deal with them, it would be as simple as it gets.

“Norman. Wooden House.”

Matthew noted down the name of this Baiyan City legend.

“Surprisingly not from one of the three big families, Baiyan City really is abundant in talent…”

The remaining four, though not as sensible as Norman, also expressed goodwill towards Matthew in their own ways.

Matthew reckoned they also expressed themselves this way to Mabarron of the Scar of the Dead and the Lich of the negative energy plane.

“It seems the true contenders for the “Necromancy Master” position are the three of us…”

At this thought.

Matthew’s consciousness gradually faded out of the domain.

He was in no hurry to ascend to the throne of the Master, after all, time was on his side.

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