Warlock Apprentice

“All the undead near Black Castle have disappeared?” Popota frowned. “Although my sister is not undead, she is also a kind of Undead, so could that also affect her?”

Angel could not provide a definitive answer, and they would only know the specifics once they reached the graveyard.

Popota’s heart, which had been fluttering with the thought of finally seeing Hua Que, suddenly filled with worry and unease after Angel’s words. As Popota experienced these fluctuations in his emotions, Angel was withdrawing his spiritual power from the bracelet.

Because Sanders, who had been sent to sense the situation at Black Castle, had now opened his eyes.

Angel noticed that after Sanders opened his eyes, his gaze carried some subtle emotions. It was a mix of contemplation, confusion, surprise, and notably devoid of the relief that comes with understanding the truth; in fact, his brow furrowed even more deeply.

“Mentor, what is the situation at Black Castle like now?”

Sanders pondered for a moment, “It’s very complicated, and there are some puzzling points, some difficult to unravel. The specific circumstances are hard to describe; you should see for yourself.”

Sanders stretched out his finger and pointed into the void, immediately setting off ripples in the space. As the ripples diffused to Angel, his vision filled with illusions—

Dark clouds hung low, churning ominously. Within the clouds, Lightning Serpents occasionally revealed their fearsome heads.

Beneath the dark clouds stretched a line of undulating hills. Between these rolling hills stood a multitude of bizarre and jagged rocks, akin to what mortals might imagine as the terrifying hell where magic arrays trap demons and ghosts.

At the peak of these rock formations, there stood a large, eerie castle, isolated and towering alone.

It resembled the abode of a strange Earl out of a fairy tale.

Having been to Black Castle before, Angel recognized it at a glance—it was indeed Black Castle.

However, unlike his last visit, the surroundings of Black Castle were now covered with a multitude of light spots, densely packed like stars, reflecting off the endless flickers of Thunder Serpent lightning in the background.

From a distance, it even had a certain alternative beauty to it.

But as the illusion drew closer, Angel realized that these light spots densely populating Black Castle, layer upon layer without any omission, were all dimly glowing… undead!

The undead they had been unable to find were all gathered near Black Castle!

At a glance, one couldn’t begin to count their number. Ten thousand, twenty thousand… one hundred thousand, or even more?!

And Angel could see, more undead continually emerging from the ground.

The castle was thoroughly enveloped, from the sky to the ground, even down below!

“Is this the true face of the change at Black Castle?” Shock flashed through Angel’s eyes; even just viewing through the illusion, he could feel the spine-chilling sensation of being surrounded by countless undead.

“Perhaps.” Sanders saw more than just these surface-level undead: “There must also be problems inside Black Castle. With such a multitude of undead, no one appears to be clearing them out.”

These undead were indeed frightening; the sheer number was so terrifying that even Sanders might not dare to challenge them head-on. However, it was possible to disperse them on a small scale, rather than clearing them instantly. Yet no one from Black Castle was doing so; on closer inspection, Black Castle seemed like a true castle of deathly stillness with not a breath of life to be found.

“Indeed, and it’s strange that all the undead have converged here,” Angel pointed out a spot in the illusion. “Although it’s not very clear, it’s certain that the magical energy array that blocks undead at Black Castle is still operational. Normally, undead wouldn’t dare or be able to approach Black Castle.”

“The current situation is clearly amiss. Defying the innate behavior of the undead and gathering them in one place, I can only think of one possibility,” Angel said slowly: “Perhaps someone is controlling these undead.”

Sanders nodded in agreement, having reached the same conclusion: “To control so many undead, at least a Half-step Legend would be capable.”

And it had to be someone from the Soul Sect.

However, the “Twilight King” Isabel was indeed a Wizard of the Soul Sect.

So, faced with these undead that could be said to be besieging the castle, it was unlikely she would do nothing.