Chapter 554 How a Seventh-Order Sticks to an Eighth-Order Hammer

"Secret Art: Puppet Grand Theater!"

As Suren’s spell was cast, the cross in the sky continued to expand infinitely.

He hadn't used this infinitely enlarged version of the spell since the battle in the Moro City-State of the North Sea.

One reason was that he couldn't control that many puppets, and the second was that the enemies he encountered were getting stronger and stronger, and the threads had very limited control over higher-level enemies.

But now the time was just right!

Faced with the endless tide of undead, Suren discovered another use for the Grand Theater.

In the eyes of an alchemist, everything must have cause and effect.

If you master too much power that doesn't belong to you, there must be a weakness in the connection between the power and the body.

Just like Suren's own puppetry, anyone who could break his [Puppet Theater] spell would completely restrain his ability to control puppets on a large scale.

It's just that his understanding of puppetry is now too high, and this possibility is extremely low, but it's not impossible.

And the necromancer was even worse. Having controlled hundreds of thousands of undead creatures, that guy couldn't possibly precisely control every single one of them.

Suren had been observing the ways in which the necromancer controlled the undead, looking for flaws.

Unexpectedly, he actually found one!

It was after the cross slowly appeared in the sky that transparent threads fell down.

There was an endless stream of undead monsters, and Suren's witch hair was also endless!

In just a moment, countless threads covered a large area of ice near the Eternal Night.

At this moment, the Eternal Night's short, medium, and long-range fire coverage were all firing, and a large number of low-level skeletons had rushed into the ship's close-in defense fire coverage network.

Their combat power was very low, and they would shatter at the touch of a bullet. But there were just too many of them.

As a result, a mountain of broken bones piled up near the Eternal Night in the blink of an eye, which became a barrier for the monsters that surged in later.

If this continued, the Eternal Night would even be submerged in white bones.

Everyone in the Dawn Squad could see that the tide of undead would use this mountain of broken bones to gradually erode the space and get closer. But they couldn't change the situation, and they had to fire back, so more and more corpses piled up.

However, at this moment, countless threads pierced into the battlefield, passing through the eye sockets of the skeletons.

Without flesh covering them, the threads passed through without hindrance.

Moreover, the soul fire of the little skeletons was very weak. Once a thread poked in, it would be extinguished directly!

When the hundreds of skeletons controlled by the threads lost their soul fire, they fell to the ground all at once.

"So that's how it is!"

Seeing this, Suren's expression instantly relaxed. He had found a way to easily destroy the skeleton monsters.

He himself was proficient in various soul secrets, and he easily killed this batch of skeleton soldiers with a little trick.

Compared to destroying their skeleton frames, this method was much more direct and saved too much ammunition.

However, after trying it, Suren didn't continue to kill those little skeletons.

He was even more certain that the little bits of soul fire that looked like broken glass were the key for the necromancer to control the undead!

The death of hundreds of skeletons on the battlefield didn't cause too much of a stir. There was still an endless stream of skeletons rushing forward.

They couldn't be killed completely.

Suren changed to another method.

As his thoughts moved, a massive number of skeletons had already rushed into the dense range of threads. Without any warning, hundreds of skeletons at the forefront stopped strangely.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

In the blink of an eye, the skeleton monsters that were besieging the Eternal Night were all stunned in place, as if they had been cast with a "freeze spell."

Moreover, this freeze spell was spreading rapidly.

After a few more breaths, all the skeletons in the inner ring of the encirclement were frozen in place.

The undead had almost no intelligence. They relied more on control instructions to move. When the monsters in front stopped, many of the skeletons behind were at a loss. They stood there blankly, or paced in place. Even those huge skeleton giants were blocked by the monster tide and had nowhere to set foot.

The fierce attack momentum that was like a flood suddenly slowed down.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Dawn Squad who was fighting fiercely on the Eternal Night was stunned.

The monsters no longer rushed over, and the triggers stopped being pulled.

The sound of gunfire that had not stopped since the beginning of the battle was now quiet.

Everyone looked at the skeletons standing there, and then looked at the cross in the sky. Their faces instantly lit up.

"It's Mr. Suren who took action!"

"Hahaha... I knew Mr. Suren would be able to solve these damn skeleton monsters!"

"Oh, it's amazing. How did Mr. Suren do it..."

Everyone looked at Suren and were overjoyed. They also breathed a sigh of relief.

The oppressive feeling of being besieged by hundreds of thousands or millions of enemies finally gave them a chance to breathe.

The huge battlefield seemed to have become a skeleton theater, and a black hand behind the scenes pulled the strings, controlling all the skeletons and stopping them in place.

It looked magical, but it didn't require too complicated a procedure. Once the thread pierced the soul fire, the thought of "stop" was issued on a large scale, and the skeletons crashed.

A large area was resolved at once.

It also blocked the path for subsequent monsters to rush in.

The area covered by the cross in the sky was getting larger and larger, and the number of skeleton monsters controlled by Suren was also increasing.

In this way, the enemy's goal of consuming ammunition and impacting the ship with low-level monsters was also foiled.

"So that's how it is."

A relaxed smile appeared on Suren's face.

At this moment, he finally gained a trace of initiative on the battlefield.

Now he almost completely understood the means by which the necromancer controlled the undead army.

The red-robed Archmage was like a signal transmitter, and the soul fire in the undead monster's body was like a receiver. He achieved large-scale control by remotely releasing signals.

However, because most of the undead monsters had low intelligence, they could only issue simple commands, such as charging in a certain direction.

Moreover, this remote control method couldn't resist Suren's threads at all.

Suren's move was a "physical signal interference." He directly and accurately conveyed his intentions with the threads, and the priority was obviously higher.

However, this was only for low-level skeletons.

Suren also tried to control those high-level undead monsters, and found that he couldn't completely control them above the fourth rank.

After controlling them, he found that the behavior of those undead monsters would be very contradictory. They didn't know whether to execute the "action" command or the "stop" command.

They had no ability to distinguish, and the conflict between the two commands put the monsters in a state of confusion.

Seeing this, Suren was not disappointed, but overjoyed. Being able to control those low-level skeleton monsters meant that he had already controlled more than 90% of the monsters.

Without the numerical advantage of the undead tide, the threat was greatly reduced!

Moreover, although the threads had limited control over high-level monsters, it wasn't completely useless.

The threads could easily be burned off when they came into contact with the soul fire of high-level monsters, but if one thread didn't work, then countless threads would.

The moment they made contact, Suren would immediately release incorrect action signals into the soul fire, which would put the monsters in a state of "confusion" with conflicting instructions.

After a little testing, Suren figured out some tricks. That was to not interfere with the main command, but to issue certain individual commands.

For example, the main purpose of high-level monsters was to attack the ship. Suren couldn't reverse this command, but he could interfere with the monster's other actions, such as giving the command to lift the right foot when it lifted the left foot.

The result was that he often saw those high-level monsters' limbs out of sync, dancing wildly on the battlefield uncontrollably, and bone dragons falling from the sky from time to time...

Only those eighth-rank monsters with burning soul fires were almost completely undisturbed.

Like the Skeleton Swordsman who was confronting Qian, as well as the eight skeleton giants, and a small number of high-level monsters.

Suren was still tirelessly trying.

In a battle between experts, often a few mistakes in the details can determine the outcome.

He felt that he could more or less cause some trouble for those high-level monsters.

When the Dawn Squad saw Suren turn the situation around by himself, they were overjoyed, and their morale instantly soared.

Dora immediately issued a battle command, saying, "Concentrate fire on those uncontrolled monsters!"

Previously, the monsters still had their pre-death combat instincts, and various parries, body movements, and techniques were very tricky.

Now, after Suren messed them up, there were loopholes everywhere after their limbs were confused, and it was much easier to deal with them than before.

In an instant, various cannons, bullets, and mechanical warriors abandoned the controlled low-level monsters and all greeted the high-level monsters that were showing loopholes, with significant results.

And Mr. Black also saw the principle of Suren's method at a glance. He ordered the traditional magicians, "Everyone, release mental interference spells!"

Suren's thread control was physical control. Although it was a little troublesome to connect the threads, it was stable and unaffected by mental interference magicians.

But the enemy used remote mental magic control, which could be interfered with.

With one increase and one decrease, Suren's control advantage was even greater.

On Suren's side, the Puppet Theater instantly showed signs of reversing the situation. On the other side, the red-robed Archmage's face turned ashen.

Seeing the abnormal behavior of the undead army suddenly stopping its attack, he was stunned for a moment, and then began to chant spells again, trying to drive those monsters to continue moving forward.

However, after trying, he was surprised to find that he couldn't command the undead army at all!

The red-robed mage's face changed drastically. This was the first time he had encountered this situation.

Looking at the cross in the sky and the threads attached to the skeletons, he immediately understood that it was the problem with this puppet spell.

But after thinking about it for a while, he was helpless.

The other party's understanding of this puppet art was extraordinary, and he couldn't find any way to crack it in a short time.

The red-robed Archmage's face was gloomy. "These natives' methods are really special..."

Of the many enemies he had killed, this was the only opponent who could truly restrain his death Scourge.

The killing intent in his eyes was even stronger.

Mechanical, artillery, third-tier talent users... These had already taught him a lesson, and now there was a puppet art that could restrain him?

He absolutely couldn't let these people live!

The red-robed mage sneered in his heart. At the same time, he raised his staff and began to chant a spell.

Just then, a few black shadows flashed across the undead sky, and then disappeared into the void.

.....

On the deck, Suren was also in a subtle state.

This was the first time he had controlled so many puppets with threads at the same time, and his brain was running at high speed like a precision instrument.

Strands of thoughts and tactics were constantly deduced, eliminated, and combined in his mind to obtain the optimal conclusion.

This feeling made Suren feel very wonderful.

At this moment, he felt like a black hand behind the scenes of a puppet theater, with everything in the theater under his control.

It was a feeling of dominating the entire world. Unconsciously, the domineering aura surrounding his body seemed to have undergone some kind of qualitative change.

While controlling the skeletons, Suren was also constantly paying attention to the red-robed Archmage in the sky.

He had guessed that his Puppet Theater would limit the undead army's charge, and the enemy would definitely come to him for trouble.

This was a concern based on professional restraint.

If it were Suren himself, he would definitely find a way to kill such an enemy.

As expected, at this moment, Suren suddenly sensed several rapidly moving targets.

But there was no trace in his vision, he couldn't see them, not even a change in the airflow.

Seven, eight, or even more.

Others couldn't see them, but that didn't mean Suren couldn't.

Whether it was spatial perception or soul fluctuations, he clearly sensed that monsters were surrounding him.

"What strong stealth abilities!"

A hint of caution appeared in Suren's eyes.

This stealth was probably equivalent to... the level of Carlo Meredith, the "Thief Emperor" of the Ten Legendary Bounty Hunters!

Seven or eight of the Ten Legends were surrounding and killing him? Tsk tsk, the enemy was probably using their trump card now.

Suren didn't sit still and wait for death. With a "snap," he stepped into the air, jumped into the sky, and rushed directly to the center of the battlefield.

He didn't continue to stay on the Eternal Night.

The other party obviously had the intention to behead him. These undead assassins were a great threat to him, not to mention the others in the team.

Suren knew that the enemy's primary goal was himself, and staying on the ship would only implicate others.

As expected, as soon as he was in the air, he sensed that those stealth monsters had changed direction and didn't go to the Eternal Night, but instead surrounded and killed him.

Without any warning, three black daggers appeared in the air. With three sounds of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," they pierced through the afterimage Suren left in place.

At this time, he identified the monster's name as [Specter Assassin], an undead made from the corpses of dark elves with legendary mythical bloodlines. They weren't skeleton frames, and still had flesh and blood, so their combat power was so fierce.

Because he had captured the enemy's movements, Suren used spatial displacement to narrowly avoid the three-pronged attack with no blind spots.

But even if he avoided it, he felt the feeling of death brushing past him, and muttered in his heart, "This guy has so many kinds of undead. Where did he find so many corpses of mythical races?"

After thinking for a moment, he understood. This guy was a high-level cleric of the Holy Army, and the entire church was helping him find materials. This guy probably had a lot of good things in his undead space.

Since the other party had made a move, Suren couldn't be passively beaten.

He didn't entangle with these undead monsters, but instead teleported directly towards the red-robed Archmage.

Only by letting this guy expose some flaws could he give the old Sword God Bartolo a chance for a sure-kill strike!

…

The red-robed Archmage saw Suren rushing towards him, and didn't take it lightly at all.

Although he was a whole rank higher, he didn't treat Suren as an ordinary enemy. He raised his hand and summoned several [Death Knights] with physical defenses no less than the eighth rank to protect him.

Almost the moment he summoned the guards, several silver fists hit his body.

The red-robed mage's pupils shrank sharply. He didn't expect the other party to dare to fight at close quarters even knowing that soul fire could burn souls?

Several Death Knights blocked him, but more silver figures descended from the sky.

Although their individual combat power might be different, the gargoyles clearly had an absolute advantage in numbers!

Moreover, although high-level undead like Death Knights had some autonomous consciousness, they were all independent individuals, and no matter how well they coordinated, there would be loopholes.

But Suren's puppets were controlled by threads, just like his own hands and feet. There was no such thing as a coordination error, because it was all in his own mind.

In just this one exchange, the gargoyles' perfect tactical coordination blocked several Death Knights.

And Suren was never an undead monster!

The moment he imprisoned the void, he controlled several gargoyles to smash their fists heavily on the red-robed mage's body.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Thud!"

A muffled sound like a sandbag being dropped rang out, and the gargoyles' heavy punches hit the mage's body, splashing a burst of faint phosphorescence. Burning souls?

Gargoyles have no souls!

Even with the various negative attenuations of the undead domain, the ultra-high magic resistance of the main material [Living Silver] made the gargoyles almost unaffected.

At this moment, Suren finally revealed his trump card.

So what if he was eighth rank?

Suren himself wasn't some weakling to be manipulated. After fighting until now, he had discovered that the red-robed mage's body wasn't very strong.

Like a traditional puppeteer, the body was weak, and most of the combat power was on the puppets.

The necromancer was the same.

Although his life-saving methods were very strange, it seemed that the body's combat power could be ignored in Suren's eyes. The tricky thing was the various undead monsters.

Suren wasn't sure he could kill this guy, but he could definitely entangle him!

This set of space imprisonment + gargoyle heavy punches solidly beat the red-robed mage.

Moreover, Suren didn't choose to kill him with one blow, but instead specifically chose to hit some of the body's weak joints.

He knew that this guy would be fully restored when he died. But he wouldn't necessarily recover from serious injuries!

——

This operation really confused the red-robed mage.

He was a dignified eighth-rank Archmage, a top necromancer who had comprehended the "Undead Holy Domain."

If it were any other seventh-rank, they would have been decayed and died violently in the Undead Holy Domain before they even got close to him.

But the alchemist native in front of him also had a death-type domain, and his comprehension was very high, so he was almost unaffected by his Undead Holy Domain.

Moreover, this guy's soul strength was also very terrifying, and he could even survive his soul fire burning.

Between colleagues, many methods were not as effective as expected. The red-robed mage felt very棘手.

Originally, his two methods were almost restrained all melee职业者, but they were completely useless against this guy.

After thinking about it, if the other party was determined to fight him in close combat, he really couldn't do anything!

After taking these heavy punches, the red-robed mage flew out, and cursed in his heart, "What a damn puppet!"

But before he could catch his breath, the group of gargoyles attacked again.

He couldn't teleport, he couldn't run faster, and then he was punched a few more times.

He finally summoned some undead to help, but this native was a puppeteer, and also had helpers!

Damn it, there were only ten or so gargoyles just now, but the more he fought, the more there were.

No matter how many he summoned, that guy could always summon more gargoyles to suppress them.

In the end, after a fierce battle between the two sides, it went from two people fighting to a group fight of thousands of people!

One necromancer, one puppeteer, the two sides beat each other with various methods, and various younger brothers beat each other.

After only a few exchanges, the red-robed mage was completely shocked.

He then discovered that even with the same number of helpers, even if his undead army was of a higher rank than the puppet, they couldn't beat the other party at all.

More than a thousand gargoyles acted in unison, with perfect tactical coordination and standard legion-style charges... This combat power was simply not comparable to the same number of stragglers.

Legions had the ability to surround and kill targets of a higher rank. These puppets, who were not afraid of death and could be restored even if their metal bodies were damaged, brought him a lot of trouble.

However, the more troublesome thing was the native in front of him!

The difference in space understanding made it impossible for him to imprison him, so he could only let him dodge with various teleports.

Even if the red-robed mage wanted to end the battle with a few killer moves, they were all dodged.

There was a big gap in combat power and rank, so he couldn't beat him, but he was completely helpless against this flexible positioning tactic! The battle suddenly fell into a stalemate.

On the other hand, Suren had gradually adapted to the rhythm of fighting the red-robed mage.

High-damage magic required chanting and preparation time. He himself was very sensitive to the aura of death. If he saw that the situation was not right, he would teleport away.

After the other party's spell was interrupted or released, he would come back and beat him up.

The gargoyle legion was被打掉,封禁掉,禁锢... but they couldn't stop him.

He just needed to take out some more from the war workshop to replace them. Anyway, there was a lot of inventory.

As long as he could win, the things would still be his.

If they were damaged, it would only take a little more effort to remold them.

The cross in the sky had already covered all the area nearby, and the opening of the undead Scourge was also here, which destined that the red-robed mage could only choose this as the main battlefield.

The two sides just耗了下去 like this.

Suren couldn't kill the other party, and the other party couldn't do anything to him either. However, this scene surprised everyone in the underground Dawn Squad. This was an eighth-rank Archmage!

Seeing Suren, a seventh-rank, sticking to the enemy and fighting, everyone on the Eternal Night was excited,哇哇大叫, waving flags and cheering. "Mr. Suren is mighty!"

"Mr. Suren is霸气!"

"Hahaha... Mr. Suren, kill that guy!"

“……”

The tide of undead had been greatly limited, and now someone was holding back the enemy's big Boss. The atmosphere of the battle suddenly seemed to be not so紧迫.

In the crowd, Bartolo looked at the red-robed mage who was frequently using means to kill Suren, and a fierce light flashed in his turbid eyes.

He suddenly discovered something and喃喃了一句, "So it's this法则..."