Aurelion stood to the side, her eyes trembling as she watched Grand Duke Balor walk up in front of her.
The other party was slightly hunched over, but his body, shrouded in eerie green smoke and surrounded by raging ghostly flames, exuded a chilling majesty.
Amidst the flickering flames and billowing mist, a bone-chilling cold and a profound sense of dread enveloped this realm belonging to the dead.
The eerie green city, surrounded by endless ghosts, appears and disappears in the sea of mist, proclaiming its absolute authority to the boundless sky.
Looking at the scene before her, Aurelion's eyes revealed clear confusion.
Why did my grandfather suddenly come here?
It might be because she had just been hit hard by Viktor's resolute blow.
So much so that she hasn't considered the possibility that it was her fault at all.
After hearing what Grand Duke Barlow said, she thought for a moment and quickly realized the true purpose of her grandfather's trip.
Oh, right!
My maternal grandfather was a necromancer!
Necromancers possess the secret arts of death, allowing them to manipulate the souls of the deceased at will.
Necromantic magic can even awaken the dead from their graves, allowing their souls to be "resurrected."
This so-called resurrection is actually pulling the soul of the dead back from the brink of life and death.
It is sealed inside the corpse in another form, allowing it to move again.
But those who are resurrected are no different from those who are dead.
Aurelion has come to understand this deeply since becoming a necromancer and mastering necromancy.
However, Grand Duke Balor, her maternal grandfather, had a different attitude towards necromancy.
Although he was also a necromancer, he had the utmost respect for the last wishes of every deceased person.
Because Festan Barlow viewed necromancy as a means of communicating with the dead, not as magic to enslave them.
Therefore, he deeply abhorred those necromancers who ignored the will of the dead and forcibly enslaved them.
As a result, the Duke of Balor personally ended the prevalence of necromancers in the kingdom.
Before this, the souls and bodies imprisoned in the deepest part of Guantau Prison all belonged to the sorcerers who desecrated the dead.
Their bodies were forever sealed beneath that desolate land, and even their souls were mercilessly submerged by the soil, unable to escape.
Therefore, for those who most respect the cycle of life and death, they suddenly witnessed Viktor "coming back to life"...
So, what would Grandpa do?
Aurelion's heart suddenly tightened as she stared intently at the confrontation between Grand Duke Balor and Victor.
She was about to speak up to stop her.
"Grandpa, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Festan Barlow’s voice came coldly from his bone-like throat.
"Shut your mouth."
His words were cold and ruthless, like an ancient tombstone standing in the cold night.
Aurelion was stunned, standing there blankly.
"This is a kingdom, and you are not the little emperor of your own country."
Grand Duke Balor seemed completely oblivious to Aurelion's presence, his skeletal eye sockets, illuminated by will-o'-the-wisps, coldly fixed on Victor's figure.
Indeed, Aurelion entered the kingdom without a sound.
She left without even a farewell, and the people of the empire were unaware of her departure.
In their hearts, the empress still resides in the palace, closely monitoring everything within the empire.
In other words,
"Now, I'm telling you to stand still and not try to stop me."
As the words fell, a suffocating aura of death rose once again around Grand Duke Barlow.
The eerie green smoke twisted and deformed, transforming into countless terrifying ghostly figures that swirled around him.
The powerful force of death caused the surrounding dense fog to tremble violently, and the world seemed to shudder as well.
Grand Duke Barlow's heavy robe suddenly billowed out.
The ghostly flames within tightly coiled around the bones, releasing a terror that penetrated to the very depths of the soul.
"After all, you said it yourself; he is no longer your teacher."
Immediately afterwards, he slammed his cane down.
With that, he suddenly slammed his cane down, and the ground instantly cracked open, revealing a pair of enormous, skeletal hands that abruptly stretched out.
Its joints made a crisp twisting sound as it gripped Viktor's shoulders tightly.
"Let's go, Viktor."
Grand Duke Barlow's voice suddenly rang out.
"It's time to talk about you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding dark green fog began to churn and boil once again.
The deathly still fireflies spread outwards like an ocean, covering the entire space.
At that moment, a thick fog quietly rolled across the sky and gently swept past Aurelion.
As she watched the rapidly approaching fog engulf her, Aurelian, shrouded in a hazy mist, could only cover her mouth and cough lightly a few times.
When she raised her head again, her gaze pierced through the thick fog and looked around.
To their surprise, the eerie green haze that had been blocking out the sunlight had dissipated.
She had returned to reality, standing on that collapsed cliff.
There was no trace of Victor or Grand Duke Balo in the vicinity.
"How...how could this happen!?"
Aurelion was filled with shock and bewilderment.
She never expected her grandfather to appear so suddenly.
He even directly led Viktor into his fearsome realm of the dead.
Aurelion knew all too well the horrors of the realm of the dead that her grandfather controlled.
If measured by scope, each of his domains was comparable to an entire kingdom.
My maternal grandfather, on the other hand, possessed at least tens of thousands of such fields.
However, her biggest worry was not that Viktor would get hurt in his confrontation with his grandfather.
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