I'M THE NECROMANCER KING
Chapter 142: The Illusion of the Creation of Scott and Violet
Countless arrows shot out and pierced through the bodies of the soldiers he passed through. Standing in the front row, there was an unusual sight of an archer shooting his deadly weapon with a very fast rhythm. Dressed in brown leather clothes, and a special tube behind his back to hold hundreds of arrows, Ezekiel showed his true ability to exert all his strength. He along with other shadowy comrades had hunted thousands of soldiers and some experts with red plans on the enemy side, but there had not yet been any sign of significant fatigue.
"Master, look! Miss Becky was very beautiful while riding her ice dragon," said the plain-faced young man who stood not far from Ezekiel. His name was Britt, a boy who had been raised in the slums of the southern border of the kingdom since childhood. The young man had come of age and therefore had the task of taking part in the battleground this time around. However, the young man was very enthusiastic when he got the dangerous task of carrying a spare tube for Ezekiel's supplies.
"Stop saying something that can upset my concentration." Ezekiel said resolutely while shooting arrows without blinking. The young man named Britt immediately shut his mouth tightly. Although his eyes were still sparkling and astonished to see the ice dragon soaring above the sky, he did not want to trouble the master.
The sky.
Becky runs amok by riding her blue dragon, making terror to enemy front-line warriors who have trouble dealing damage. Meanwhile, the collaboration between Scott and Violet is shown for the first time in front of Mavis. The man was endlessly exerting all of his abilities in creating an extremely amazing masterpiece, it only took him a few minutes to be able to create images of those beasts that were once allies of the demon race. Like wendigo, harpy, boitata, and mapinguari embodiments, the man paints them very real.
Scott first created the depiction of the wendigo creature, a nightmare for the human race in antiquity. It looked like a big dog with a human-like body that walked on both legs. Indeed they are evil creatures predator of human flesh, they will not be satisfied with just one victim and will continue to hunt humans.
The second time Scott created the harpy, a half-woman embodiment, and a half-horrible eagle. It is said that in ancient times harpies had the habit of stealing dead human remains, spreading foul odors, and poisoning food in the villages they passed by. The harpies were one of the real enemies of the human race.
Likewise with boitata and mapinguari, both terrible creatures were successfully painted by Scott. The appearance of boitata itself is a giant snake with bull horns and large fiery eyes that crawl above the ground. Her skin was thick and splashed with flames when she was faced with danger. In addition, this creature also has the ability of the eye which can blind anyone weaker than him. Meanwhile, the last creature described by the man was a mapinguari, an ancient creature that took the form of a large, two-legged, brown-haired bear that had a very large mouth on its stomach.
The soldiers must have been wide-eyed once the ancient creatures that they only found in the history books suddenly sprung up and charged towards them. Like a nightmare come true, one of the soldiers plopped to the ground when fear saw another soldier being brutally swallowed by the mapinguari before his eyes.
"N-no! Save me!"
The soldier slowly retreated by dragging his body that was still sitting limp. After the mapinguari was finished with its quarry, the look in the eye immediately caught the next target and ran with large strides. The golden-haired weak warrior covered his face with his right arm, trembling in the knowledge that he would not survive the attack of the monstrous creature.
"Keep away, if you still want to live."
Only in the last moment when the soldier clenched his teeth and thought that he was dead in the hands of the monstrous monster did a pleasant sound come from the front of his body. When the soldier opened his eyes and restored his vision, a muscular man appeared and held back the mapinguari oral cavity that was trying to devour his body. Next by exerting all the strength of his hand, the middle-aged man managed to tear apart the mapinguari palate that was before him. Immediately the black ink scattered from the rest of the shattered mapinguari body and then fell to the ground with a flash.
"Thank you, Mr. Smith." The soldier turned bright and he could not help but let out tears full of joy. Then he grabbed the middle-aged man's hand to get up on his feet. The soldier immediately gave his farewell greetings to the expert he knew, before finally going to another battlefield, and handed the part of the place to him.
"It doesn't make any sense! Only an illusion has a level to that high in terms of strength. And again, how could they create so many such terrifying ancient creatures?" The figure of the expert with a red plan known as Smith was standing with a look of disbelief.