Necromancer Of The Shadows

Chapter 1128  Rank Three (Part 5)

When the beam of black light, releasing a dreadful aura that even the space-sealing formation created by Ashley couldn't block shot out, Evan's clone tried to stop it.

However, the beam was so fast that before he could react, it disappeared deep inside the void territory, heading in the direction of Evan's real body.

The clone's eyes flashed with murderous intent when he saw this, but he couldn't do anything except stare deep into the void territory.

Mor'Zarak was also stunned by the sudden turn of events, and his face turned ugly. Although he had heard a few things about the racial weapon, he didn't know one could use such a powerful attack with it.

He had also heard what Utharic just said, and the words Killing Effect made him feel anxious.

'If this guy dies here, I will also be finished...' He thought inwardly, feeling the urge to curse Evan, who had forced him to reveal his true face in front of Utharic and Nythor.

If he hadn't shown his true face earlier, he might still have been able to return to the Eldranthia Empire using his real identity. But now that Utharic and Nythor know his true identity, he has no chance of going back.

Utharic and Nythor looked at the glowing crystal atop the black staff, which was now showing the scene of the black beam of light travelling deep inside the void territory and striking Evan right on the forehead.

"What a cunning bastard! He sent his clone here to keep us distracted while he is secretly trying to break through to Rank Three..." Utharic said with a sneer on his face as he saw small black lines spreading all over Evan's body after he was struck by the attack released by the Racial Weapon.

In the cave, Evan opened his eyes and looked at the black lines that were rapidly spreading all over his body like poisonous snakes.

The illusionary shadow of the deep purple-coloured world above his head was still rapidly expanding, and the area of the void world above his head was already more than two hundred kilometres. A deep orange fire was moving in all directions inside the illusionary world, and whenever the fire passed by, the world began to expand even faster.

For a moment, upon seeing the black lines spreading all over his body, Evan was startled and felt a deep sense of crisis. But soon after, he noticed something and his face turned strange.

"This strange feeling... Is this some kind of curse?" He muttered in an uncertain voice. But the next second, a blank expression appeared on his face as he saw two notifications flashing in front of his eyes:

(You have been affected by the Death Curse under the effect of the Law of Cause and Effect.)

(The effect of the death curse has been nullified by the effect of your title: The Creator of the Primordial Shadow Realm.) Nôv(el)B\\jnn

As he read the two notifications, the corner of Evan's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"And here I thought I was doomed when I felt that dreadful aura earlier," He muttered in a low voice but soon narrowed his eyes.

"The Law of Cause and Effect..." He looked at the first notification with a thoughtful expression and recalled what Utharic had done before using the racial weapon.

"Killing Effect, racial weapon..." He said to himself as a possibility came to his mind.

"Could it be that he can use that racial weapon to curse anyone who kills a member of the Eldritch race?" He muttered, feeling this possibility was quite high, especially after seeing the way Utharic used the curse.

He had used Xael'Tor's sword as a medium, and when he cast the curse, the crystal atop the staff showed the scene where Evan had killed Xael'Tor using the Halberd of Destruction.

'If it is true, then this weapon is truly terrifying. In case these guys encounter a powerful enemy, they can just send a low-level Eldritch Creature to get killed by that enemy, and once that Eldritch Creature dies at the hands of the powerful enemy, they can use one of its belongings as a medium to cast this death curse on the person who killed it...'

Evan felt a chill run down his spine when this possibility crossed his mind, and he couldn't help but feel lucky that his title could protect him from all curses below the origin level and weaken the power of origin-level curses by 50%.

"From the power of this curse, I can tell that even a Peak Rank Five Core Evolver wouldn't be able to survive if they got hit by this curse. Unfortunately for them, they encountered someone like me who is not afraid of curses..." Evan said to himself as his lips curled upwards.

But he soon remembered his title, 'The Cursed One', and the curse of his bloodline, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"All right, forget what I just said. I am really afraid of these damned curses."

As Evan looked at his hands, he saw that the black lines that had appeared on his body due to the effect of the Death Curse were slowly disappearing.

But just before those black lines fully vanished, the Primordial Shadow Energy inside his core shook and an aura belonging to pure death poured out of it.

Evan was stunned when he felt the aura of death emerging from his core, and he immediately recognized it.

"The conceptual energy of death..." He said in a stunned voice, feeling the aura emanating from his core.

The Primordial Shadow Energy was made from the combination of different kinds of conceptual energies, and the conceptual energy of death was one of them.

As the aura of death came out of his core, the black lines on his body that were about to disappear surfaced once again, and he felt a very strong breath of death enveloping the surroundings.

Because Evan was currently in the middle of creating his Illusionary World, his mind was in complete harmony with the world, enhancing his comprehension ability to an entirely different level.

So, the moment the strong aura of death engulfed the surroundings, Evan's mind started to work faster than a supercomputer, and his understanding of the conceptual energy of death began to increase at a rapid speed.