Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The last time I came to this manor on the outskirts of Jackdaw Town was during the day.

Jeffrey vaguely remembered that this country holiday villa, which once belonged to a baron, was backed by a vast orchard.

The wall built with stone brick base and wooden grille was less than one person high. If the nearby townspeople and farmers did not know that there was a necromancer living here, I am afraid that anyone could easily climb over and steal fruits and vegetables.

Although it was close to midnight, Jeffrey and the witch hunter Stani who were sneaking close to the manor still did not dare to light torches for lighting.

Necromancers always like to be active at night, and this time period is their working time.

Following Jeffrey's guidance, Stani carefully explored the manor wall and skillfully cracked all the triggered magic traps. This was his usual method when attacking spellcasters living alone in the past.

This young necromancer did not seem to be completely defenseless, but his methods were too immature.

Stani sneered inwardly. It was normal for civilians to be afraid of necromancers, but he had never heard of a necromancer being afraid of an ordinary civilian.

In their eyes, living people were just unprocessed experimental materials, and they were eager for someone to deliver them to their door.

This arrogant and stupid concept was just what Stani wanted. In the past, he often relied on this common arrogance of spellcasters to attack many apprentices and low-level spellcasters.

The two of them climbed over the fence lightly and touched the side wall of the manor building.

"There is no light in the main building. The necromancer is not in his room?" Stani asked in a low voice, looking at the trembling Jeffrey with a gloomy look.

"I... I don't know either. The last time I came here was during the day. I only went into the reception room on the first floor and the spacious laboratory cellar next to it..."

Stani was stunned. Isn't the main building the main activity area of ​​the necromancer?

Jeffrey stammered and added, "His laboratory is behind the main building, near the orchard."

The witch hunter nodded slightly, pulling Jeffrey close to the wall and sneaking behind the main building.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of thunder in the sky, rumbling over the head.

Stani was delighted. There was a rainstorm coming, and tonight was the best time to attack.

The sound of thunder and rain would cover up their sneaking movements and wash away all their traces.

The witch hunter slowly approached the low and spacious experimental workshop, stopped in front of a closed window, took out a thin metal sheet like a ruler from his waist, and inserted it into the gap of the window frame with skillful movements.

With a light click, the internal window bolt slid, and the window gently opened to the outside.

Even the doors and windows of the laboratory did not have special locking devices, what an amateur!

Stani straightened up slightly, leaned his head sideways and looked through the window. It seemed to be a separate storage room, with shelves against the wall filled with bottles and jars.

He pushed the window open with confidence, pinched the window edge with one hand, and pushed it gently, and then quietly climbed in.

Then he turned around and dragged the clumsy Jeffrey into the storage room.

"I'll go out to scout first, you wait in this compartment, don't touch anything, and don't make any noise."

Jeffrey nodded with trembling teeth. Sneaking into a spellcaster's laboratory was a suicidal act that he had never dared to think of in the past.

Not to mention the pale skulls on the shelves in this room, and the unknown flesh and blood organs soaked in glass containers.

Which one didn't make him almost scared, his legs were as soft as dough and he couldn't move.

Stani couldn't be bothered to appease this disposable scapegoat. He drew out the unsheathed longsword hanging from his waist, pushed open the door of the storage room, and walked out quietly.

This experimental workshop was much larger than expected. Except for the two separate storage rooms at the end, all windows in other areas of the workshop were sealed with iron sheets, and only a few circular vents were opened near the top of the wall.

The entire workshop was empty, with only the footsteps of witch hunters' boots on the ground echoing.

A large number of pried open crates were randomly discarded in the corners, and messy metal pipes were hung from the ceiling, like dry vines, hanging from top to bottom to the ground, connecting multiple strange instruments that Stani didn't recognize at all.

The most conspicuous one was a huge metal cylinder standing in the center of the room, nearly five meters high. The heavy base was engraved with dense spell inscriptions, which repeatedly lit up and extinguished like breathing.

There seemed to be some mechanism running inside the metal cylinder, and a continuous low hum could be heard, blending in with the sudden rainstorm and thunder outside the house.

The necromancer was obviously not in the laboratory either...

Could it be that he had miscalculated and had secretly left Jackdaw Town and gone to a place outside Grizzly Castle?

Stani felt a little frustrated. If he could not carry out the attack tonight.

To find the next opportunity, he would have to wait for a long time.

He slowly walked to the huge alchemical instrument, thinking about how to destroy these magical items used for evil and blasphemous experiments.

It was obviously unrealistic to set fire to it in such heavy rain.

If he acted alone, he could not get any combustion-promoting items such as dragon flames or kerosene.

He could only find a way to look for alchemical materials with explosive or corrosive effects that he was familiar with in the necromancer's experiments.

Just as he was about to look carefully, a metal cover suddenly flipped up from the ground not far away.

The witch hunter narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately rolled silently behind the metal cylinder, holding the long sword in his hand and staring at the front.

...

"Huh~ Every time before the rainstorm, you have to come to the underground storage room to check, otherwise when you wake up the next day, these zombie transformation materials will be soaked into human-shaped pancakes."

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Harvey muttered a little irritably, and climbed out of the cellar clumsily.

He pushed the iron sheet placed next to the cover in advance, squatted down and passed it down from the entrance of the cellar.

Someone seemed to take over from below.

"My lord, you don't have to do these things yourself every time, I can do it alone."

The witch hunter heard the voice of another person in the cellar.

"You are my assistant, not my apprentice. More people means more efficiency."

The man on the ground was his target, the necromancer named Harvey!

The other party was completely exposed with his back facing him, squatting down and talking to the person below at the entrance of the cellar.

No defense at all!

Stanny changed the long sword in his right hand to hold it with both hands, and pointed the tip of the sword at the back of the unconscious spellcaster.

He stimulated his abdomen to take a deep breath, mobilizing the blood power in his body that was slightly weakened due to aging.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three...

"Who are you!" A sudden shout came from behind, and he was discovered!

"My lord, be careful!"

Stanny stood up without hesitation, stepped heavily on the ground, and rushed to Harvey's back with a huge forward force.

Harvey only felt a scorching wind blowing towards him from behind, and his back seemed to feel a slight sharp pain.

A sense of crisis of being locked onto by a ferocious beast instantly made his scalp tingle.

He heard Pierce's loud warning to him, but it was too late to react.

He could only fall forward in a panic, and rolled headfirst into the cellar with a thud.