Their true ultimate goal was actually the mission item [Pale Skull Crown] that Mark kept close to his body!
He glanced quickly at Kyle and Ruby beside him.
The entire Kyle Squad cultivates the power of holy light, and at this moment they are also under tremendous pressure from the magic array.
But the light of the Holy Light Barrier still shines tenaciously, like a lighthouse in the night, stubbornly resisting the omnipresent necromantic magic that tries to erode the body and soul.
Once the gray-blue mist gets close to them, it will be burned and purified by the holy light, making a soft "hissing" sound, like cold water dripping into boiling oil!
The Holy Light's natural restraint over the undead became their most important talisman at this moment!
Mark's own seven-colored black light could easily resist the erosion. At the same time, he opened his soul vision to the fullest extent, alerting himself to the changes in the magic circle and the heretics of the Rotten Vine Alliance who wore skull masks and had a cold aura.
Despite being called a heretic by the Rotten Vine Alliance, Mark felt that one of the higher-ups in the Rotten Vine Alliance should at least have one of the so-called "eldest prince" positions.
These heretics who cooperated with the shaman Tulu to set up the necromancy circle must also be the eldest prince's subordinates.
The fact that the other party didn't directly attack them in the underworld suggests that the Rotten Vine Alliance might indeed be as Kyle suspected.
Their leadership includes both orcs and humans. They maintain the Corrupted Vine Alliance for their own interests, but they will not allow others to easily encroach on their sphere of influence.
They have now entered the area of influence of the Orc Black Street, which has given the other side an opportunity.
"Thank goodness for Kyle and the others! And..." Mark's gaze fell on the heroic figure in mid-air, clad in mithril armor.
She probably already knew that these people were after the Pale Skull Crown.
In mid-air, Xingyue held a silver spear with star patterns, the tip of which pointed diagonally downwards.
Turu's fervent "villain's declaration" clearly reached her ears.
A hint of understanding flashed in her wine-red eyes, but more than that, it was... boredom.
What royal infighting, what battles for sacred artifacts, what the future of orcs... in her eyes, none of these were as tangible as that "Star Moon Black Gold".
Just as Tulu was fully focused on activating the Beast King's arm bone, and the necromantic power surged to its peak, even Grom seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and a large number of his guards were being transformed.
"Tsk."
A clear, languid, and slightly impatient click of the tongue, like an ice bead falling to the ground, abruptly broke the low chanting of necromancy, the painful roars of orcs, and the surging buzz of magic on the battlefield.
Everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to the sound.
Xingyue casually twirled her spear beautifully, the silver-white tip gleaming coldly against the backdrop of gray-blue necromantic magic.
Her eyes, reflecting the starlight, passed over Grom, who was struggling ferociously below, and over the old shaman Turu, who was casting spells with fanaticism, and finally landed on the inconspicuous black metal pendant at Grom's waist.
Then she spoke, her cool voice carrying an air of matter-of-fact, as if reminding a customer who had forgotten to pay:
"Have you finished speaking? If you have, then you should give me my 'Starry Night Black Gold'."
Tulu's cloudy old eyes were fixed on the silver-armored figure in mid-air, alarm bells ringing in his heart.
This woman's strength far exceeded expectations, and her close-combat abilities were even more unbelievable.
His Highness the Crown Prince's plan has already begun, and the Pale Skull Crown is within easy reach. It is not advisable to cause any further trouble at this time.
Although the Star and Moon Church has been dormant for many years, its foundation should not be underestimated. Who knows who this person in front of us is?
He suppressed his unease and calculations, forcing a deliberate show of reverence onto his gaunt face. His voice, though hoarse, rose slightly to ensure it could penetrate the hum of the necromancy array:
"This... Your Excellency, the esteemed mage. I am but an old man named Tulu, who has served the Orcish Royal Court for many years and is quite blind. The Star-Moon Church is renowned, may I ask which esteemed person you are?"
"If you are willing to do me a favor and step aside for now, I will immediately offer you the 'Star Moon Black Gold' you desire, without a word!"
Turu adopted a very humble stance, attempting to probe with intelligence and benefits, and more importantly, to confirm whether there was something deeper behind this variable.
After all, the age and features of the renowned high-ranking mages in the Star Moon Church in his memory did not match the excessively young face in front of him.
Moreover, it seems that those people had already fled to the far north ice plains long ago.
The Star and Moon Church has been defeated by the Holy Light Church for so many years. How could it possibly have a stable lineage that can cultivate such talented newcomers?
The stars and moon floated in mid-air, and the silver spear casually twirled, its tip emitting starlight.
She smiled, still with that lazy and casual demeanor, as if what lay below was not a desperate situation of being imprisoned by the undead and the beast king's remains unleashed, but rather a leisurely stroll in her own backyard.
"Oh? Offering it with both hands?" She chuckled lightly, her voice clear and slightly teasing. "That sounds quite sincere. But..."
She abruptly changed the subject, her wine-red eyes sweeping over Grom, who was struggling against the necromantic power and whose face was ashen, before glancing meaningfully at Tulu and the figure behind him wearing a skull mask that was faintly visible.
“I’m not here to take action for nothing. Someone has paid protection money to me.”
She held up two fingers and waved them at Tulu: "I want Grom's 'Star Moon Black Gold,' and I'll also take the Holy Light Church's. As for your side..."
She slightly raised her chin and nodded at Tulu.
“Since you represent another ‘Prince,’ you’ll have to offer something if you want me to make way. One Star Moon Black Gold won’t be enough to appease me, especially since you don’t have any Star Moon Black Gold. So why don’t you leave the beast bones and the Pale Skull Crown you have?”
These words, though spoken lightly, carried an undeniable air of force and opportunism.
Tulu's eyelids twitched violently, and he cursed inwardly that this woman was greedy and was simply asking for the moon!
She actually dared to ask for what His Highness the Crown Prince wanted?
But at this moment, the magic array was operating at full power, and suppressing Grom and transforming the guards was the top priority. He really did not want to fight to the death with this unfathomable space mage and warrior.
His cloudy eyes darted around, and he forced an even more "kind" smile onto his face, preparing to back down once again.
"You jest. The remains of the Beast King are extremely rare; even in the orc royal court's treasury, it would be difficult to find a second one..."
However, he immediately changed the subject, pointing to Mark's squad below, who were standing ready.
“How about this? As long as that young friend,” his gaze locked precisely on Mark, “is willing to hand over that thing on his person that doesn’t belong to him, the Pale Skull Crown.”
"I swear in the name of the Beast God that I will immediately dispel the magic array and allow everyone from the Holy Light Church to leave safely! I will not make things difficult for you! Including you, Your Excellency, you can also leave with the 'Star Moon Black Gold' you desire. How about it? Is this deal fair to you?"
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