That's How We Necromancers Do Things

Chapter 159: Chapter 98: Pale Elegy! Here Again Tonight

Just then, Bone Valor was sacrificed again. With a mere thought, Lynch summoned it once more.

The Netherworld Vortex opened, and a brand-new Bone Valor crawled out.

Almost at the same time, a pleasant notification sound rang in his mind.

"DING~"

[Skeleton Summoning Skill, LV3 (2/18000)]

’It leveled up! It finally reached LV3.’

Lynch was overjoyed, but he didn’t pause his actions, continuing to mentally command Bone Valor to charge toward the Fishmen.

At the same time, he immediately "observed" the changes to the skill on his panel.

’This skill is so hard to train.’

It had taken a full four months for [Skeleton Summoning Skill] to go from LV1 to LV3.

Although he hadn’t focused exclusively on training it every single day, the skill’s immense difficulty and the terrifying amount of experience required to level it were still evident.

Fortunately, his Spiritual Power and Mana pool were much stronger now. The relative cost of each summoning had decreased while his recovery speed had quickened, improving his overall training efficiency.

However, while the process was arduous, the rewards were generous.

The skill’s upgrades followed a pattern. At LV2, he had gained an additional Netherworld Contract Slot, bringing his total to four slots for Netherworld Skeleton Soldiers.

And now at LV3, it could directly increase the base strength of his summons.

"CRACK!"

As that Bone Valor fell in battle, Lynch grabbed a groggy, sleeping Esther and tossed her onto a nearby pile of hay.

The little Vampire grumbled in protest but, astonishingly, didn’t wake up. She quickly curled back into a ball and went right back to sleep.

Lynch stood up, his expression turning slightly more serious as he began the next round of summoning.

He was eager to see if the LV3 Skeleton Summoning Skill could truly summon a Skeleton Warrior directly.

Soon.

The casting was complete.

The Netherworld Vortex opened once more.

Death energy churned within the vortex.

Immediately after, Bone Valor crawled halfway out—no, it would be more accurate to say the *evolved* Bone Valor crawled halfway out.

This new Bone Valor was half a head taller than its predecessor. Its bones were denser and a purer, jade-like white. The Soul Fire in its eye sockets burned much more vigorously, and its aura had become distinctly more formidable.

This was a Skeleton Warrior. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

A genuine Tier One Undead Unit.

Lynch was ecstatic. ’Yes, yes, yes! Just as I thought, the LV3 Skeleton Summoning Skill can summon a Tier One Skeleton Warrior directly.’

In the standard Undead Magic System, consistently summoning a Tier One Skeleton Warrior typically required the Caster to be at least Tier Two themselves, with a profound mastery and understanding of the [Skeleton Summoning Skill].

Even many Tier Three Necromancers, if they had mediocre talent or hadn’t invested enough effort into this specific area, could only summon sub-Tier One Skeleton Soldiers. They would then have to use the Skeleton Enhancement Skill to slowly cultivate them into Warrior units.

A Necromancer like Lynch—only midway through Tier One yet able to directly summon a Tier One Skeleton Warrior—was an unheard-of phenomenon in the Empire. Perhaps only the top geniuses from a Realm of the Dead could accomplish such a feat.

This was the enormous advantage of having a panel—the ability to forcibly raise skill levels by "grinding XP."

He took a few steps forward, preparing to properly welcome the return of the Tier One Skeleton Warrior: Bone Valor - Witch Demon King.

Suddenly. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

The unexpected happened.

First, Bone Valor’s half-emerged body seemed to get stuck. Then, as if an invisible hand were grabbing it, the skeleton was slowly dragged back.

This unprecedented scene made Lynch’s scalp prickle and his entire body tense up.

But in the next instant, an icy, vast gaze—like that of a lofty god looking down from on high—swept through the passage of the Netherworld Vortex.

The gaze was just a light sweep.

Yet it instantly plunged Lynch into a bone-chilling cold, as if an invisible hand were choking his very soul.

The feeling was all too familiar to Lynch.

’This is bad!’

Lynch’s mind buzzed, and he was instantly scared out of his wits.

’It’s... that bitch, Pale Elegy, she’s back!?’

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