Necromancer: A New Era

In the dim night, Anna returned to her residence in a trance, her thoughts completely occupied by Ming Yin's elegant figure. When she heard that he had a life-and-death duel with a sixth-rank knight yesterday, she couldn't help but feel a surge of regret in her heart. After finally meeting someone who made her look at him with new eyes, could he die so young? However, the brief conversation with Ming Yin made her feel that he was not an arrogant person, and he must have some unknown secrets.

"It's unexpected that he is so powerful! And his unique necromancy, what is that pure dark power?" Anna was full of curiosity. At the same time, Ming Yin's superb spellcasting skills and keen insight into the battle situation also impressed her deeply.

"Isn't it said that the summoned demons are based on equal contracts? Why would that demon sacrifice itself to block a fatal blow for him?" This question lingered in Anna's mind.

At this moment, in the conference room of the academy, Hercules sat on the main seat, his eyes deep, his hands folded at his chin, and he looked majestic without being angry. The principal and the others sat on one side, while the prince of the Alliance Empire and three accompanying mages sat below. On the table was a ring and an unfolded scroll, exuding a faint devilish aura.

After some explanation, everyone learned that the sixth-rank knight was originally a genius from a commoner family. He showed his talent for fighting spirit cultivation when he was young, and was carefully cultivated by the Alliance Imperial Academy. He reached the sixth-rank realm at a young age. However, since he returned from the Southern Wilds a year ago, his personality has changed subtly. Now it seems that he may have been parasitized by the Shadow Demon Clan.

"Sir, this space ring will be taken as a trophy for Lord Ming Yin, as compensation for him." The representative of the Alliance Empire said sincerely, "At the same time, our empire is willing to offer an additional 100,000 gold coins for Lord Ming Yin's recovery."

Hercules nodded with satisfaction: "This matter has come to an end. The content of today's conversation must be kept confidential to avoid causing unnecessary panic. I will go to the palace in person to report the matter of the demons to His Majesty. I hope that His Royal Highness can also report today's incident back to the country to strengthen investigation and prevention."

"Thank you for your reminder, Your Excellency. I will report the truth to my father." The prince promised solemnly.

**Ming Yin's miraculous revival**

In the mysterious Mage Tower, Ming Yin's residence was quiet and solemn. When Ariel looked at Ming Yin who had just woken up, her eyes were full of heartache. He struggled to sit up, and Ariel hurried forward, gently but firmly helping him up. Ming Yin's upper body was tightly wrapped in bandages, and every muscle movement revealed unbearable pain.

"Alas, such a powerful demon has fallen." Ming Yin sighed, his voice revealing deep fatigue and regret. "I really escaped death this time. I have to be extra careful in the future. Challenging higher-level demons is no joke."

Although his body was weak, Ming Yin's eyes were shining with the desire for power and the joy of a deeper understanding of himself. It had been a long time since he came to this alien world, but this was the first time he had truly touched the boundaries of his own power.

Ariel stared at his pale face and advised softly, "You should lie down and rest for a while."

Ming Yin forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Ariel. But I feel much better now. I can't fall asleep lying down. I want to recover through meditation, which may be faster." He suddenly remembered something, "By the way, where is my little guy? Is he okay?"

"It's fine now. It's lying quietly at the door now." Ariel replied gently.

At this moment, Hercules pushed the door open and walked in, his tone full of reproach: "Ming Yin, you are too ridiculous! How can you take such a risk and challenge such a powerful opponent?"

Ming Yin lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, Master, I know I was wrong."

Hekris pulled out a ring that shone with mysterious light from his pocket and handed it to Ming Yin: "This is your trophy. In addition, there is actually a deeper conspiracy behind this challenge. The demons have noticed you. You must be more cautious in your future actions."

Ming Yin's eyes were firmly attracted by the ring. He could hardly believe his eyes: "Is this for me?"

"Yes, take it!" Heikeli said, gently throwing the ring to Mingyin, "The space ring is an extremely precious item. It is not only a symbol of a high-level wizard, but also contains powerful magical power. Only those who are above the sixth level are qualified to own it."

Then, Hekris handed Ming Yin a book: "This book details the usage of the space ring and related knowledge. You should study hard to learn how to control this power."

Ming Yin was about to ask how to use this magical ring, but he found that Hercules had already considered everything for him. A warm feeling surged in his heart: "Thank you, Master!"

"Okay, there's no need to say thank you anymore." Hercules waved his hand and said, "This ring, just consider it a reward for your recent growth. The ring also contains compensation from the Alliance Empire, just keep it. I have something important to attend to, so I'll leave first." After saying that, he turned and left.

Ariel also stood up: "You start meditating, I should go back too."

"Thank you, Ariel." Ming Yin said gratefully.

Ariel didn't answer, just smiled faintly, then turned and left the room.

Ming Yin closed his eyes and began to meditate deeply. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes and felt that his magic power had recovered a lot. He walked to the window sill, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. Except for the dull pain in his right shoulder, his body had almost recovered.

Back in the house, Ming Yin summoned his gifted Necromancer magic book and used the last of his flesh and blood energy to heal the pain in his right shoulder. With a tingling sensation, the pain in his right shoulder gradually dissipated. After completing all this, Ming Yin took out the book on how to use the space ring and began to study it seriously.

It turns out that in this world, space magicians are extremely rare. Every space magician is highly respected, which makes space props extremely precious. Ming Yin learned that there are two ways to use a space ring: one is to use mental power to carve a mental mark on a blank ring to establish a mental connection; the other method is more complicated and precious, requiring blood as a guide, and then using mental power to carve a special mark to establish a connection. Such space props usually have more magic arrays and larger space capacity.

"No wonder I didn't understand how to use the ring before!" Ming Yin said with sudden enlightenment.

In the next three days, Ming Yin studied the use of the space ring without sleep or food. When he finally mastered the relevant skills, he took out the ring given to him by Hercules, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then began to guide his mental power to carve the magic circle. This process consumes a lot of mental power and requires extremely high precision and patience. The reason why low-level magicians cannot use space props is that they cannot master this complex magic circle carving technique.

After a quarter of an hour of hard work, Ming Yin's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Just when his mental power was about to run out, he finally succeeded in carving a complete magic circle. At that moment, he felt as if he had merged with the ring, like an extension of his spirit. His consciousness entered it and found a 5 cubic meter space inside. In the corner were piled some gold coins, clothes, dried meat and other sundries, as well as a few knight training books, some metal weapons and a shield.

The excited Ming Yin was like a child, taking out and putting in again. Thinking back to that day when the knight quickly switched weapons during the battle, he was very jealous, and now he also had it.

Not having enough fun, Ming Yin flipped his hands and heard a rustling sound, gold coins fell like rain. The gold coins on the ground disappeared as he flipped his hands.

After a while, Ming Yin began to meditate to restore his mental strength. There was a ring waiting for him. This ring was engraved with a high-level mark and it had an owner.

A day passed in a flash, Ming Yin slowly opened his eyes, his mental strength had recovered, and he took out the ring, feeling a little excited. The mysterious ring brought him great curiosity, making him impatient. It was like the anticipation he felt when he encountered a locked abandoned safe on the way to school in his previous life and tried hard to open it.

As the mental power gathered, the mark was slowly erased in a blood mist. It was very hard to erase the mark! In order to better depict, Ming Yin recovered first, then held the ring in his hand, used his mental power to depict, and at the same time, a little blood flew out from his fingers. Under the guidance of mental power, he slowly depicted. As time passed, Ming Yin's body began to tremble slowly, and it was obvious that he could not hold on. At this time, the innate necromancy magic book appeared, and a trace of pure mental energy was injected into Ming Yin's body. This was also an ability after the last evolution. It can store mental power in the book and call it out when needed, but it can't be preserved for too long.

With the help of this gifted magic book, its power is endless, like a vast sea of ​​stars. When Ming Yin used this book to complete the construction of the mark, a golden light flashed like a dragon, and a hazy figure slowly emerged. Ming Yin was stunned and could only stare at this sudden soul.

"You...you...you!" Ming Yin stuttered.

The illusory figure smiled and asked jokingly, "What do you mean, you, you, you? Who are you, kid? Do you know me?"

Ming Yin took a deep breath and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Grandmaster."

"Master?" The figure seemed a little surprised.

"I am Master Hekris's disciple." Ming Yin explained, "Grandmaster, weren't you practicing at the top of the tower? Why did you appear in this ring?"

When Ming Yin thought that this powerful man who once stood at the pinnacle of the continent was now hiding in the ring in his hand, his scalp tingled and he couldn't believe it.

The illusory figure revealed a deep sense of vicissitudes: "Are you Hercules's disciple? Good, very good. Go and call him here quickly, but remember, this matter must not be leaked at all, and your actions must be the same as usual."

Soon, Hercules came hurriedly and saw the illusory soul floating in the room. He was dumbfounded, as if he was in a dream.

The illusory figure said in a serious tone: "Hercules, I know you are shocked at the moment, but time is running out. Please listen carefully to what I am going to say next."

He quickly and clearly arranged five tasks, each of which concerned the safety and future of the entire empire. When he talked about being ambushed by the Shadow Demons and parasitizing on the top of the tower, where he could die at any time, his tone revealed helplessness and determination.

Hekris recovered from his shock and asked in an incredulous tone: "Master, are you...are you really going to die? You are a person who is close to being a god!"

The illusory figure sighed and said, "Nothing is impossible in this world. The demon attacked me when I was weak and defenseless. Fortunately, my soul left my body in time, leaving behind a trace of mental power to control the ring to find you. Now it seems that it was this kid who picked up the ring." He looked at Ming Yin, a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"What year is it now?" the phantom figure asked.

"1291!" Ming Yin replied.

"Has it been 20 years?" The illusory figure murmured, and then he looked at Hercules with a firm gaze, "You must act immediately and control the parasite of the Shadow Demon Clan. You must not let the Mage Tower be destroyed by it."

As the words fell, his soul began to tremble, and finally turned into energy spots all over the sky and dissipated into the air.

Hercules had tears in his eyes. This master who had been with him for 40 years and dedicated his life to the human race had left him just like that. But despite his grief, he knew that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. After a brief discussion with Ming Yin, a careful plan had been formed.